Love in the moonlight

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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-MOONSHADOW PACK TERRITORY, AETHERIA-

A flutter of nervous excitement danced in Madeleine Blackwood's stomach. Today was the day. Her mating ceremony. A day she'd dreamt of since she was a little girl when she attended mating ceremonies and witnessed the love between mates and the affection between them.

She'd spent the morning flitting around her room, not being able to stay still. She had done her hair countless times because she kept running her fingers through it and biting her nails in anticipation.

She carefully arranged the small collection of wildflowers she'd gathered that morning. She had always found them to be calming, and the action reminded her of her childhood with her mother. She wanted everything to be perfect. More than anything, she wanted to make her father proud.

Alpha Titus Blackwood, a man of strength and unwavering resolve, had always held high expectations for his daughter.

Madeleine, despite the gnawing insecurity that sometimes whispered she wasn't enough and the feeling her father resented her for being responsible for her mother's death, desperately wanted to live up to his expectations and win his approval.

And then there was Philip. Just the thought of him made her heart race. Everything about him drew her and her wolf. She knew she was hopelessly in love with him, and she believed, with every fibre of her being, that he loved her too. From the moment they had met, they had known they were to be mated, and today would be the day all her dreams came true.

"Maddy, you're going to be late for the ceremony," her father's voice echoed from the bottom of the stairs, pulling her from her daydream.

"Just a minute!" she called back, quickly grabbing her worn leather boots.

She glanced at her reflection in the mirror – a slender figure with raven-black hair and eyes the colour of a stormy sky. She wished, not for the first time, that she was more... striking and confident like her best friend, Rebecca. Rebecca had fiery red hair and an ability to draw and hold the attention of everybody in any room she entered. They were two opposites, but that's what made their friendship work.

She pushed the thought away, preferring not to focus on her insecurities. Today was about Philip, about their future. She rushed downstairs, a smile plastered on her face.

Her father stood at the door, a flicker of concern in his usually stern gaze. "Today is the mating ceremony, and you still choose to be late."

"Well, technically, I'm still early. I have over an hour until dusk," she replied, trying to lighten the mood.

She balanced precariously on one foot, tugging on her boot, then switched to the other. She knew her father didn't approve of her casual attitude, especially on such an important day, but she couldn't help it.

She walked out of the house, closed the door behind her, and climbed into the back of the waiting wagon. The wagon rumbled along the path, the silence between Madeleine and her father thick with unspoken emotions.

Madeleine played with the hem of her dress, her gaze fixed on her hands.

She looked at her father from the corner of her eyes, watching his every movement.

"Father," Madeleine began, her voice barely a whisper, "are you... are you pleased with how things are going?"

Titus glanced at her, his expression unreadable in the fading light. "Things are proceeding as they should, Madeleine."

"It's just," she hesitated, a small frown creasing her brow. "It all feels so... big. So many people."

Titus sighed, his gaze fixed on the road ahead. "It's natural to feel a little overwhelmed."

"I know," she said, her voice small. "It's just... I just want to make you proud."

Titus's hand landed briefly on her shoulder, a fleeting gesture that offered little comfort. "Today is a big day, Madeleine. Focus on the ceremony. Everything else will fall into place."

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