THE VENGEFUL BEAST

The Billionaire's Secret Triplets: Mom's Revenge

HONEY MULLINS

Six years ago, I was a naive girl sold by my father to the powerful Sanders estate, only to be tossed onto the streets after a brutal assault they labeled "marital infidelity." I fled the country pregnant and broken, hiding from the shadow of a husband I had never even met. Now, I’ve returned to New York with my triplets to sign the final divorce papers and disappear forever. But Archibald Sanders—the man I was told was a crippled recluse—intercepted us with the cold precision of a predator. He didn't see the woman his family destroyed; he saw a gold-digger who had shamed his name. His security team hunted us to a grimy motel, using tactical force to snatch my children away and drag me to his glass-walled empire. In his office, he loomed over me, demanding a DNA test and threatening to throw me in prison while my babies were lost to the foster system. He was convinced I’d cheated, yet he stared at my sons with a haunting confusion, unable to ignore the stormy blue eyes that were a perfect mirror of his own. I stood there, paralyzed by his scent—the sharp tang of rain and expensive leather that triggered the icy dread of my worst nightmares. How could he accuse me of betrayal when he felt exactly like the monster who had shattered my life in that dark hotel room? "I'll sign anything," I sobbed, "just give me my kids." But the game changed when my five-year-old son hacked the tower’s security, holding the skyscraper hostage to save me. In the chaos, a fragile, silent boy—Archibald’s secret son—wandered into the room and reached for me as if I were his missing soul. Archibald’s face turned to stone as he tore up the agreement and locked the doors. "Until I find out why my son is looking at you like that," he growled, "you aren't going anywhere."

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Have you ever been crushed? Diane felt like a truck had run over her body. Maybe that was why she couldn’t move. She was standing by the door of a room she had been quite familiar with for the past five years, and shock had paralysed her at the scene she met.

The man she would walk down the aisle with was intertwined with a female who was not going at it passionately.

It was like time had frozen, and her head was swelling from discombobulation. Her eyes hurt from the sight, and tears like needles were piercing her eyes; her ears twitched at their moans as it felt like a screech to her ears, her tongue tasted bile like something terrible was threatening to roll from her throat, her skin numbed that she could only feel her blood run cold.

Their moans were so brutal and animalistic that she couldn't recognise the voice of the growl as Austin's, but she could swear that the timid and meek moan belonged to someone she had met before. She couldn't place it.

Austin had been a very conservative man. At least that was the font he put up, and Diane found it rather attractive than boring. He was an organised and disciplined person with a relatively stable personality, and stability was precisely what Diane needed. She put up with his trashy family of a nagging mother and a rude and utterly disrespectful sister, with all their tantrums because she was so in love with the man that she grovelled for his family.

Diane's lips quivered, and hot tears ran beautifully down her face, so hot that her eyes and throat hurt so bad. A powerful urge to go to the kitchen, pick the sharpest knife and brandish it on the fine back of this man she loved with her soul suddenly kicked in, but she was a coward, a stupid full-time one at that.

A painful sigh escaped her lips as she staggered back; their voices were too piercing, and her nose couldn't take the stench of their deed.

"I'm about to, ahh ahh, kyaaaaaaaa!" The girl under Austin shook, and he immediately pulled out while kissing her neck and her jade-like jawline. He always felt so relieved with Chloe, and he liked how adorable she was and how she leaned on him dependently.

"You beast!" Chloe slapped Austin softly on his shoulder as her entire face had a cute red shade, his shy little thing.

Austin laughed deeply. Who didn't like being praised for his masculine efficiency?

A crashing sound drew him out of his ecstatic thoughts, and he felt Chloe stiffen in his embrace.

"What's that?" He turned to the direction of the sound, and his body ran chill. His Fiancee was right there at the door looking defeated and shocked. Her bag had slipped off her hand and crashed neatly on the floor, and a soft sob escaped her barely parted lips like she was trying to gasp for air.

His body trembled in guilt, and he immediately detached himself from Chloe like she was a hot potato and shook his head, "I can explain, Annie, it's not what it seems like."

Diane looked at the man, who looked different from everything she had known about him. He was now standing by the bed in his naked glory. Funny enough, she could count how many times in five years she had seen him bare-chested. She always thought she'd be flustered and timid the first time she saw him naked, but disgust shrouded her eyes.

"Chloe—" Her voice hitched in utter surprise as her eyes flicked to the bed.

His Cousin?

His Cousin, for crying out loud!

Her head spun so fast and hard that she leaned on the door panel. It did not make sense at all.

"No, no, it was the devil—" Austin began making giant steps towards her.

"Don't!" She gritted her teeth and wiped the tears that blinded her eyes, but more poured out. She went as far as having an affair with his cousin. That was incest, in a way. Disgust like a huge bile piled up in her throat as disbelief marred her face. Her heart was already drenched in pain, and her mind was determined to understand the situation.

Chloe was Austin's cousin whom he had introduced her to on one of their outings. She was his closest cousin and was like a little sister to him. Diane also liked this cousin of his, and they had bonded, and unlike his sister and mother, this cousin treated her rather well. They even became friends, hanging out and sharing secrets while this cousin was secretly warming his bed.

"Oh please, tell her already; she was bound to know anyway!" Chloe rolled her eyes and pulled the covers protectively around her chest.

Diane had never heard that tone from Chloe before. It was snappy and didn't resonate with Chloe's personality, which was gentle, patient and sweet. It was an eye-opener.

"What is she talking about?" Diane didn't know whether she was afraid of looking at Chloe or couldn't face this girl she almost took as her sister. It was easier to face Austin, who probably wasn't aware of his nakedness.

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