Secret Triplets: The Billionaire's Second Chance

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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Prologue

Grandpa Gregory and grandma Rosaline had gathered in the living room.

It was their fiftieth wedding anniversary and the guest had long gone home.

Their children and grandchildren with their spouses were all waiting to present them with the gifts they had specially gotten for them to celebrate their anniversary.

Caleb had joined them in the living room as they waited to present their gifts. He had only been married to Anna for a month so he had not gotten any gift and was not even aware that they would be celebrating their anniversary.

David the oldest child of the family and his wife spared no one especially if you were not from their social class. “What gift are you going to give dad and mum?’ David laughed

“You can’t even afford a decent meal talk more of getting someone a gift.” Ella his wife joined her husband and they both roared in laughter.

Their daughter Kim grimaced, she had never supported their attitude towards others.

They both were a perfect fit, mannerless and snobbish, both believe they were the IT couple and made fun of people not minding how hurtful their words were.

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