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The truth Alpha A fight for the throne

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.

Modern Crime Revenge

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Ganash family residence

Point of view of Ethan

"Alexa, you are incredible," he whispered to Alexa while I caressed her bare back with my fingers.

Since I saw her for the first time, I have been captivated by her beautiful honey-colored eyes and her black hair. She is a very beautiful woman.

I know I'm doing something wrong; Abby doesn't deserve this. But I fell in love with Alexa.

Now, we are in my room, at my parents' house, and we have made love since we were supposed to get together with a few friends to hang out for a while, but it ended up being a big party.

"I know... baby," He responds with a sensual purr. "Will you finish that?"

It saddens me to break Abby's heart. She is a great girl, and Ailen warned me well that Abby is special and that before being a sister, she was a woman. She made it clear to me that if I broke Abby's heart, she was going to rip my balls out and make them swallow them. But I couldn't help it.

"Yeah, baby. I can't get away from you anymore... Not anymore"

"Ethan, I didn't want things to be like this," she murmurs worriedly and clings to my body.

"Neither do I, but it hasn't happened today. From now on, it will be just you and me,” she promised, raising her face so that she could look me in the eyes.

"If only you and me..."

XXX

Point of view of Jose

Oh, Mother! This will surely make Abby tell Ethan to fuck off.

I'm standing outside a room that I assume is that of Ethan Ganash's asshole. This house is beautiful. I already imagined it well. Ethan, like Ailen, lived in cotton wool. It's not for nothing that his father has made an effort to give them the best education that money can buy...

Pity.

In terms of moral principles, they seemed to need to reinforce the lesson.

While those two fuck like there's no tomorrow, their girlfriend -my Abby-is looking for her supposed boyfriend. But just as knowing this will break her heart, I will be the one in charge of beating her heels.

This is my moment.

XXX

Point of view of Abby

"Abby, letting Ethan get lost... he's even going to do you a favor. Plus, regardless of whether he's my brother, he's not the man for you," Ailen tells me during a party that she's gotten out of hand.

"Ailen. We have to stop."

"To look for that idiot, Ethan. Take another shot, and I assure you that after that, my brother will be worth three cucumbers", interrupts me and pours two shots of Tequila on the counter of the mini bar that she has in her parents' mansion.

"Ailen..." I scold her.

She has no respect, even for her brother.

"Really. You'll see that in less time than a rooster crows, you'll forget about him," she insists, hands me a shot of Tequila, and toasts, "Cheers, Abby, because being single is the best!"

"Abby, darling! Sorry for interrupting you, but I have to tell you something." Jose arrives next to us, almost panting.

"I'm listening to you, José"

"Alone," he tells me, looking eloquently at Ailen.

"Don't worry"

Don't play; Ailen is my best friend.

"Whatever you say." He takes a deep breath and suddenly says, "Ethan is fucking a woman in one of the rooms, and I heard him say that you were stupid and that you only served him as an ornament because you're disgusting as a woman," he says. José left me frozen

"It's not true!"

How can you lie to me, with something like that? For God's sake, he is my friend.

"If you don't believe me, follow me, and I'll take you where that bastard fucks another woman while saying the worst things about you." His confidence scares me.

No, no, no. There must be a mistake here.

"Ailen!" A man calls, but I am so petrified by what José said that I can't figure out who is calling Ailen.

"Listen, Abby. I know my brother, so I suggest you follow him... I'll go see what he wants."

I swear, if what you say is real, I'm going to kill Ethan myself!

XXX

Point of view of Gianna

The cocky fool comes down the stairs, looking dazed, like something has happened to him.

“Ethan,” I said with a cold voice full of resentment, a reflection of how I feel because of this son of a bitch.

He turns around and is surprised to see me there.

“Gianna, what a surprise to see you here,” he responds hesitantly. He is super drunk.

"I found out that the Ganash were partying, and I thought, Why not go? And here I am," I said, feigning kindness.

"I see... What do you want?"