Irresistible to the Unwanted Bride

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.

Modern Crime Revenge

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Elena's POV

Family.

What is family?

Is only having mom and dad called a family?

Then no. A big no. Because I know what family is! I myself know what the real meaning of family is.

I have mom, dad, yeah, also a sister but still, I don't have any family. I am lonely.

My dad divorced my mom because of money. I still remember my mom's pleading. She pled to my dad not to divorce her.

My dad laughed evilly in return.

I still remember, my mom begging him to take me with her.

But my dad kicked her out of the house in return. He locked me in the storeroom. No, no don't think that my dad kept me because of love.

He kept me with him as a punishment for my mom. He never treated me as his daughter. He always feels ashamed to call me as his daughter.

He treats me like trash. A dirty trash. I am a full-time servant of his family or I should say my so-called family. My stepmom wanted to send me to an orphanage but dad never let it happen.

No, don't think he refused because of love. He only refused because he didn't want to miss a full-time free servant.

I have never heard about my mom since then. I have waited for her. I used to think one day she will come and take me with her. But she never came back. I don't know if she will ever come back or not but I am still waiting for her.

"Won't you come back, mom?" I whispered looking at the photograph of my mom.

"Mam, a lady wants to talk to you" Nadia, my worker told me.

Hearing the sudden voice, I got startled. I wiped my tears quickly and turned towards her.

"Send her in my cabin Nadia," I said and she nodded her head then left.

Soon, an old woman entered my room. I stand up from my chair and spoke up politely, "Good evening mam. How can I help you?"

"Good evening dear. Actually, next week is my grandson's birthday. I want a special cake" She told me.

"Sure mam. You just select the design. My people will make your make mam" I told her.

"No dear. I want you to make the cake. I want your handmade baking cake." The woman told her.

"Okay, mam. I will do that. When will you need it, mam?" I asked her.

"Next Friday dear," The woman told her.

"Okay, mam. Please give me your address. I will deliver the cake next Friday in the morning" I told her.

"Sure. Here dear" The woman gave me a card.

"Thank you mam," I said and she smiled and then I left my cabin.

I looked at the card and read her name "Stella Knight".

I put the card in a safe place and came outside.

The shop belonged to my mom. After she left, the shop was closed. When I completed my graduation, my father told me to join his company but I refused. I requested him that I want to reopen the shop.

And thankfully he agreed. Since then, I have been running the shop. I have four workers in my shop.

I came outside and sat down on a bench just then my phone started ringing.

I looked at the phone and sighed.

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