A vampires Redemption

Secret Triplets: The Billionaire's Second Chance

Roderic Penn

I stood at my mother’s open grave in the freezing rain, my heels sinking into the mud. The space beside me was empty. My husband, Hilliard Holloway, had promised to cherish me in bad times, but apparently, burying my mother didn't fit into his busy schedule. While the priest’s voice droned on, a news alert lit up my phone. It was a livestream of the Metropolitan Charity Gala. There was Hilliard, looking impeccable in a custom tuxedo, with his ex-girlfriend Charla English draped over his arm. The headline read: "Holloway & English: A Power Couple Reunited?" When he finally returned to our penthouse at 2 AM, he didn't come alone—he brought Charla with him. He claimed she’d had a "medical emergency" at the gala and couldn't be left alone. I found a Tiffany diamond necklace on our coffee table meant for her birthday, and a smudge of her signature red lipstick on his collar. When I confronted him, he simply told me to stop being "hysterical" and "acting like a child." He had no idea I was seven months pregnant with his child. He thought so little of my grief that he didn't even bother to craft a convincing lie, laughing with his mistress in our home while I sat in the dark with a shattered heart and a secret life growing inside me. "He doesn't deserve us," I whispered to the darkness. I didn't scream or beg. I simply left a folder on his desk containing signed divorce papers and a forged medical report for a terminated pregnancy. I disappeared into the night, letting him believe he had successfully killed his own legacy through his neglect. Five years later, Hilliard walked into "The Vault," the city's most exclusive underground auction, looking for a broker to manage his estate. He didn't recognize me behind my Venetian mask, but he couldn't ignore the neon pink graffiti on his armored Maybach that read "DEADBEAT." He had no clue that the three brilliant triplets currently hacking his security system were the very children he thought had been erased years ago. This time, I wasn't just a wife in the way; I was the one holding all the cards.

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Shantal walked aimlessly with thousands of thoughts running through her mind. For the first time in her life she had no clue on what to do or who to go to.

"Your father needs a kidney transplant....... Your insurance doesn't cover that. You have to get the money as soon as possible."

The doctor's voice echoed in her head as she recalled their earlier conversation.

Shantal works as an intern at a famous fashion house. She got the internship there with the help of her boyfriend's family and even got paid like regular staff. She was at work when her sister, Camilla, called to tell her about the situation with their father. She abruptly left the building without taking permission from her boss, Miss Ty. She knows she is already in trouble at work but at that moment, she has more pressing matters at hand.

"But doctor, he is all we have. My sister is still in college and I am just an intern. We can't afford that much." That was Shantal's response to the doctor.

She stopped and looked up at the clear sky. Her hazel eyes turned teary. She inhaled deeply with her hands crossed to her chest.

The only way out for her now is her boyfriend, Kyle. She has not been honest with him though. She made him and everyone around her believe she came from wealth since college just to fit in.

"I will just look for an excuse. Let him know that my dad is going through some rough patches. He will settle him as soon as his business deals fall in place." Shantal said out loud. Encouraging herself with an assuring nod before hailing a taxi.

***

Moments later, she arrived at the apartment. She moved in with Kyle after graduating from college, a few months back.

"Kyle?" Shantal called out after walking in.

There was no answer but she could hear some noise coming from the bedroom.

"Poor thing." She said, recalling she left him home sick that day. He wasn't able to go to work as he was having a stomach upset. Even after taking medication, he was not feeling better and had to stay home.

"Arghhh...." A groan came from the bedroom.

Shantal was at the door and was about to open when she heard a female voice coming from the room.

"Ahhhh... Baby, you are so filling ." The familiar female voice came from the room.

Shantal's heart skipped a bit. 'It can't be.' she thought to herself.

"Arghhh... So f**king great. You feel so good. Arghhh." Kyle's voice followed. There was the sound of slapping flesh at the same time as the door was not closed all the way.

Shantal reached for the door with a trembling hand and was met with the sight of a nightmare. It is her boyfriend, Kyle and her boyfriend, Kyle completely na**d in bed pouncing her best friend from behind.

They were so into their exercise that they didn't realize Shantal was in the room. She took a few steps back and almost lost her balance which resulted in her making a whimper.

It got the attention of the two and they turned to her. With wide eyes, they separated from each other.

"F*ck!" Kyle exclaimed as he pulled away.

Meredith covered her na*ed body with the bed cover. Shantal could swear she saw a smirk on her best friend's face. Or so she thought of the backstabbing traitor to be her best friend.

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