BETHROTED TO A BILLIONAIRE PLAYBOY

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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MARRIED TO MR PLAYBOY

CHAPTER 1

Andre's POV

"It's over between us, Clarice "l stated in a hoarse voice and sipped a bit of oolong tea.

The California blonde hair girl, Clarice and also my girlfriend who's going to be my ex girlfriend any time from now, smiled and began tapping her palms against the hard chestnut table.

I have to do this, l am sick and tired of her. She's getting annoying by the day and l just feel like ending things with her. Besides, l never took this relationship serious. In fact, l never took any of my relationships serious.

It's just how l am. A playboy!

"You're joking. Please tell me you are joking. You are, right? "She asked, pain glistening in her hazel eyes.

"I'm not joking. I don't joke "l said, icily and stood up, adjusting my tie. She stood up as well.

"Why, Andre? We've been a couple for just a week, huh? I love you so much please do not do this to me "she cried out and l looked away, rolling my eyes. She knelt down and held my feet. I flinched and moved away.

"Get off me, bitch. I don't love you anymore so f*ck off! Jeez! "I yelled with sarcasm and stormed out of her house.

I could hear her sobbing profusely from inside and huffed, putting on my shades.

That's it!...Women and their tantrums!!! .. They can't seem to take a breakup lightly!!..

Just then, my phone started ringing and when l checked, it was Fiona - my personal assistant.

📞Hey Fiona, what's up? 📞I said as l headed for my car.

📞 Good morning sir. There's an intern here and she's causing a commotion in the office because you're not here to attend to her 📞 Fiona responded, obviously stressed and l rolled my eyes.

📞 Can this day get any better? Alright then, I'll be there in a jiffy 📞I replied and ended the call.

Duty calls! I stepped into my car and drove out of that vicinity - Clarice's house.

Ava's POV

"It's been hours since l arrived here. Where is the hell is your f*cking boss??? "I yelled, furiously. This is outrageous!

"Madam, please stay calm. He will be .. "A lady reassured me but l was sick of hearing that line over and over again.

"Screw that missy! Do you have any idea who l am, huh? Do you? Hmm, l guess you don't. I can get this company sued for wasting my precious time "

"I just decided to get a job in this company for the meantime. Just you wait and see what l do, l will get my Dad .. "

"And do you know l can get you arrested for causing a commotion in my company? "I heard from behind me and turned to see a brawny guy but he sure didn't sound like a loafer.

His good looks and abs visible from his shirt sent shivers down my spine and l gulped down nothing. But l won't let my guard down just yet.

I tried to hide my fear and walked closer to him, gracefully.

"Where have you been, Mister? Screwing some bitches, huh? "I asked, dramatically moving my head.

"He's the CEO, l'm sure about that "

"That's none of your f*cking business. You know what? Get out "he grouched and l frowned deeply. "Get out right this minute!! "He thundered and l grunted and began walking out.

"B**ch "I heard him say.

"F*ck you a**hole "I yelped and showed him my middle finger before walking out, finally.

I got outside and entered my car and drove out of the compound. If only it didn't transpire in his company, l would have given him a piece of my mind.

What a spoilt brat he is!

I got home and sunk into the sofa. I scoffed as l remembered the argument that issued between me and that guy.

He called me a bitch. Just he wait and see what l do to him.

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