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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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KIRA'S POV

" HEY YOU. OVER THERE. FAT GIRL." A blonde haired boy walked over to me. It was my second day of school in Foxville Middle School.

" Give me your food."

I noticed the boy was not one of my classmates. He looked older than other kids in my class. I assumed he was one year older than me.

I gave him my lunch.

" Eww. What is this?"

He threw my lunch box on the ground and my bread flew out of my lunch box. My heart was broken. I thought I was trying to be nice to him and gave him my lunch since he wanted my lunch.

He pushed me and I fell down on the ground and I fell on my back.

" Next time come with proper lunch. You eat weird things." I had bread with cheese and Doritos chips. What's weird about that?

He walked away and left me on the ground.

" Hey. Are you okay?"

" Leave me alone." I didn't bother check who was in front of me. I knew it was a boy but who, I didn't know and didn't care. I just wanted to be alone.

" Hey. I'm Noah." He held his hand in front of me. I lifted up my head and my eyes met his blue ones. My hand met his.

" I'm Kira." He helped me get up and he gave me his lunch.

As days went by, I started to know the boy who would usually bully Noah and I. He would made sure he would come with enough food while I bring food for the bully. His name was Lorenzo and his girlfriend Molly.

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I sat down by the play ground opposite my house playing with my dolls, Lucy and Dr Michael. They were my favourite dolls and dad bought for me on my birthday.

"Aww Fat Kerry is playing with dolls." Lorenzo and Molly walked up to me and took my dolls away from me.

" Bring Lucy and Dr Michael back, please."

" You name your dolls?" Molly said while Lorenzo laughed.

"No please." I started to tear up.

" You are also a cry baby? You still a baby."

My heart broke into two peaces when I saw Lucy's head separate from her body, so does the arms and legs.

" No!" They threw them down on the green grass right in front of me.

" Grow up Fat Kerry. You are too old for playing with dolls."

They left me alone crying for my dolls. "What am I going to say to dad? How will I tell him the dolls that he bought few months ago are broken. I can't tell him that the Alpha's son broke them. That will cause problem between my dad and the Alpha." I thought to my self.

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