After I Happened to Kiss My Crush

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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My phone’s ringtone woke me up. Groaning, I reached for my phone on the bedside table. It was Stephanie.

"Sarah," she yelled, making me flinch. I wondered why she was calling early, as she was supposed to be with her friends, having a sleepover.

"Damian is back! My childhood crush is back!! He has returned! Turn on the television, Sarah. They’re broadcasting his arrival at the airport!" Her excitement overflowed as she spoke.

I scoffed. She didn’t just wake me up for this.

"Everyone is tuning in. Oh my! I'm looking at him right now. He looks so adorable.” she gushed.

I rubbed my eyes and let out a sigh "You're very dramatic, Steph, " I remarked, ending the call.

If it wasn’t that she's my sister, I would’ve yelled at her. I don't like my sleep interrupted. I grabbed the remote for the flat-screen TV in my room and switched it on. True to her words, they were still airing a live video of Damian’s return at the airport.

I tried not to roll my eyes. Like what’s so special about him?

Damian Delance was being swarmed by reporters at the airport. The media praised his global awards and status as the top eligible bachelor at 21. He mentioned returning to complete high school, then left with his bodyguards.

I turned off the Tv to prepare for school. I had my bath, and changed into our uniform; green blazer, white sleeve and skimpy skirt.

Then Nanny Linda gave me breakfast of pancakes, and smoothie. And as usual, Daddy had gone to work.

Ever since mom died of cancer, dad gave himself to his company. Stephanie became more wild, and I stayed at home being the introvert I was.

I got into the car so my chauffeur, Mr Idris, would drive me to school.

In less than 10 minutes, we arrived at Euphoren High School. Idris highlighted from the car to open it for me. And he bade me farewell as I walked along the premises. The whole school was buzzing also with the news of Damian’s return.

Students were scattered across in pairs and groups, talking about Damian while staring at his pictures on their phones.

“He is so cute,”

“I heard that he’ll be coming to our school,”

My eyes widened at that. I didn't want him to come.

“Oh, gosh! If that ever happens, I will scream my lungs out. Just imagine attending classes with the iconic Damian Delance everyday!” some girls giggled

I almost groaned. Breathing deeply, I took the stairs and entered my classroom.

Suddenly I felt a tight bear hug- Stephanie?

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