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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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10pm my mom and I had been standing outside our doorstep for the past 2hours, wondering who might have kept expensive gifts at our doorstep.Everybody in the,neighborhood now knows Krishna to be the guys ladies.

Suitors are always coming to seek my hand in marriage at this my tender age of 19.

what is this world turning into????

I smirks and shake my head at the wrapped presents.“Krish, let’s wait a little bit” my mom said.I nodded and sat upright,resting my soft jaws on my knee cap.“how long will this continue???

“guys here and there all around me like flies,with there eyes sending me lustful gazes.“mom,it’s dark already!

I cautioned. She sighed and pour all the gifts away.She poured them on the space beyond our door step,then she took me in.She locked the doors while I shut all the windows.We don’t even have a single idea of who kept the gifts there,it had always been on and on.“Krish, maintain your worth. I never pray to see you out there like those girls without vision,don’t copy their foot steps,don’t look up at those niggas,ignore their whistles because once they get your body,they will leave you alone for good” my mom said with a strict face.“I know….I promise not to forget”

I replied,knowing fully well that we are gonna see more gifts by the time the day break.

I took my phone on the low three sweater couch and walk straight to my averagely decorated room.

we are not poor neither are we rich.I got to my bed and opened my window a little bit.Shatai’s window was opened also.

She saw me from her window and waved.I waved back and opened my window widely. can you come to my house now?

I wanna share things with you!.

Shantai sent.

I checked time,it was 10:30. my mom…you know she is strict” I sent.

then,I will come” she replied.

I watch her insert her phone into her pink pajamas pocket then she left her veranda. just open your window” she sent.

I swallowed into nothing and,opened my window wider.Shantai appear almost immediately and shucks in thought my window.“I gotta show you something about my high school” she said. I grinned and joined her on my bed.“what is it all about??? I asked innocently and peeped into her laptop.

Shantai is my only close friend who knows about my secret of dancing and singing.She is so bent on getting me admitted into Dice training high but I rejected the offer.

Dice high is for verrrrrrrry rich teenagers. Even if I can afford it,I won’t still go. I prefer the one my mom registered me in..You and me know that Dice high is a real hell”

I said, Shantai frowned and did her mouth in an angry manner.“what do you Indians see opportunities as??? Krishna this is a great chance for you to become a star” shatai said.“only the almighty can make us stars, not mere humans” I replied.

“will the almighty come down to help you?? Shantai asked and showed me some videos on her laptop.I watch keenly as the three girls danced with hot techniques. We read the comments under it and it was damn thrilling and encouraging.“what’s the name of the band leader?

I asked Shantai while pointing to the sweet looking lady on the laptop screen.“she is Han Lily,dice high role model and first runner up dancer” she replied.I widened my eyes and admired the lady on the screen.“you’re lucky to attend the same high school with her” I smiled and read many more comments.“Han Lily’s impacts in Dice high” I browsed on shabtai’s laptop.

The screening headlines that came up signifies fire.Everyone have many bad things to say about Han Lily.life is not a bed of roses. I think Han lily should learn from my saying because practically everyone that attend Dice High trainers have nasty things to say about her.Han Lily makes life miserable for the middle class masses,she only favour the people that befit her standards.This is soooo bad.If this could be done to the middle class set,then how will the poor masses be treated as??????

maybe like trash!!!!!.” the commoners that tried their luck were swept out with a common saying….

“Dice high is for kings and queens”

a girl commented.“it was my best high school as a dancer,I always daydream to be there, I see myself there in my sleep but I never knew it was hell because it only belongs to king and queens.”

a boy rated Han lily 1 out of 5 stars.“is Han lily this rude???

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