Romance with My Policeman Boyfriend

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

Download the Book on the App

It was a chilly night and Alessandra was out for a run. Thump, thump, thump, her heart was racing as her paws hit the ground in quick motions. Her gray fur shone in the moonlight as she pushed herself to go faster. She had to beat Kacy Falls at the next wolf race and she refused to lose to her again. Alessandra enjoyed competing in races but not as much as she loved winning. Granted her sister could participate too, but she was too busy preparing herself to be the new Luna of Blood Moon. That's right. Her sister Isabel was the next Luna of the pack and it was a unique situation.

Isabel wasn't the mate of the Alpha but they're so madly in love it doesn't matter. The pack has learned to accept it because Isabel is of beta-blood, but the elders are still resistant. Alessia does feel bad for Zane's mate though, what a terrible situation it will make for them.

ALESSANDRA ROMANO

Ally get home now.

Coming mom.

I pushed myself to go faster as I made my home. Shifting behind a tree, I put on my gray sweatpants and white tank top before heading into my home.

The smell of my mother's cooking made its way to my nostrils as the door behind me closed with a loud thud.

"Are you trying to break my house!" my mother yelled from the kitchen.

"It was the wind!" I replied.

She's too dramatic.

"Go clean yourself up, your father is returning with the Alpha for dinner."

"Do I have to?"

"Yes, you have to! And please wear a formal outfit for once."

"Fine."

After a nice long shower, I changed my clothes, put on a nice dress, and curled my hair before heading downstairs for dinner.

"Papa!"

I ran to my dad and gave him a big hug. He had been away for pack business for nearly a week.

"There's mio tesoro."

Turning to the Alpha I bowed my head to show respect.

"Alpha."

"No need for that Alessia, we're all family here."

"Yeah, Ally, we're all family here." said the pompous jerk who will soon be my brother-in-law.

Zane De Luca happens to be the love of my sister's life and my future Alpha. I've been dealing with him for as long as I can remember. He's my brother's best friend and my sister's boyfriend, but with me, it's a whole other story. We never get along and it makes no sense since he gets along perfectly with the other Romano siblings.

Personally, I don't like him. He's way too handsome and his ego is bigger than Mount Everest. Not going to lie, Zane and Isabel always had this romance kindling in between them since we were little and I know he would die if he had to for my sister. I'm glad she has someone like him looking out for her. The girl has endured enough pain to last a lifetime.

Don't call me that Zane," I say while rolling my eyes. Perhaps it's disrespectful to roll your eyes at the future alpha but he's also my future brother-in-law so I get a pass.

"What? Isn't Ally your name?"

"Ugh!"

Grabbing a pillow from the couch, I lean over and chuck it straight at his ugly face.

That's a lie, his face should be illegal because it's just that good-looking.

Shut up Leya!

What? It's true.

Shouldn't my wolf be on my side?

I was caught off-guard by the mind-link between my wolf and me that I didn't even realize the pillow that was being chucked at me.

Don't get me wrong I have a hell of an arm but compared to Zane's alpha genes it's nothing.

"OUCH!"

"Alessandra and Zane, cut it out !" my mother yells.

"She started it!"