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Breaking The Bonds

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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Prologue

'Alright' Kevin said at last, 'alright.'

Justin turned to him, a strange look in his eye.

'I know what happened before was my fault, so I am the one who can make it right.'

Justin continued to stare at him, he did not move.

'I um…' Kevin began, hunching his shoulders. 'You can have me' he said, forcing the words from his mouth. 'You can…make love to me.'

'I don't' make love' Justin answered shortly. 'Love implies tenderness, affection. I don't care for relationships, nor do I have time for them.'

He approached Kevin then, causing him to tense up then.

'I only care about raw hard sex' he spoke in a seductive voice.

Kevin swallowed the lump in his throat, feeling suddenly out of his depths.

'Its true that you owe me after what you did' Justin said to him, 'but are you willing to give me what I want? Are you willing to give me the only thing that will make it better?'

'Ah…' Kevin breathed glancing away. 'Yes.'

'Alicia warned you about me' Justin spoke in a level voice, 'didn't he?'

'…Y-yes' Kevin said.

'I'm big' Justin spoke seriously, 'and rough. He could handle me, I doubt you can.'

Kevin began to flush then, feeling a little lost, unsure of what to say.

'If the offer stands' Justin said, reaching out to caress his face tenderly, 'I'd really like to fuck you tonight.'

Kevin's heart beat hard in his chest, so much it began to hurt.

'Come with me' Justin said backing away then, turning and walking up the stairs. 'I want to show you something.'

Kevin breathed a heavy sigh as Justin walked away, bowing his head before glancing up towards Justin again.

He followed him up the stairs.

Justin led him to his bedroom, a large room with a king-size bed. It was dark outside now, the light in the town beyond dim in the cloudy night.

Kevin lingered in the doorway as Justin moved over to a chest of drawers.

He opened the top draw, and Kevin's heart froze in his chest as he saw, one by one, the things that Justin pulled out, placing each one after the other, upon the top.

Whips, ropes, ball-gags, a human-muzzle, handcuffs.

Kevin's heart dropped in his chest.

'We won't use any of these yet' Justin said. 'For now, we'll just do it straight.'

He turned back to Kevin, who lifted his eyes, meeting Justin's

'Are you frightened?' Justin asked him.

'No' Kevin answered quietly.

'You look it.'

Kevin averted his eyes.

'You want to make it up to me' Justin said to him, approaching him. 'You want to let me come inside you, like you let….' He trailed off.

'I didn't mean for that to happen' Kevin whispered, trying to control his nerves. 'But I….'

'Did you like it?' Justin asked him. 'Did you like being penetrated. Did it feel good?'

'Um…' Kevin answered, his voice breaking. 'Yes' he said at last. 'It felt…. good…strange…at first……I've never…. I….'

'So you liked it?' Justin asked.

'…. Yes.'

'Doing it with me will be very different' Justin said seriously. 'I like it…. hard. I like to….' He balled his fists, 'fuck so hard…...' he turned his heavy eyes back onto Kevin. 'I want to do it with you' he said. 'You have to consent to it, you have to say yes. But once you agree, you cannot back down. If you say yes, I will do what I want with you until I am finished. Do you understand?'

Kevin blinked uncertainly up at him.

'You said that I can have you' Justin told him. 'Know that I like it rough.' He paused. 'I need to know its consensual. I need you to say yes.'

Kevin hunched his shoulders, glancing towards the chest of drawers, where there lay the ropes and others things that Justin had put there.

He glanced towards Justin who stood before him, waiting patiently for his answer.

Kevin drew a deep breath, swallowing the lump in his throat.

'Yes' he spoke, in a loud and clear voice.

Justin bowed his head, blinking slowly.

Chapter One

The Contract

The café was fairly quiet around them. Kevin bowed his head, looking down at the contract before him, eyes moving back and forth as he skimmed the words.

The man across the table from him watched silently, leaning forwards on his elbows with his fingers woven together.

Kevin glanced up at the man sitting at the table opposite him, doing so only briefly, so his attention didn't linger, so he didn't draw attention.

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