Alpha Damien Replacement Mate

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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Lyla's POV

The sun up there was blazing hot, as it showed between the trees and I could see shadows on the ground.

I looked down at my shadow and was surprised to see it look smaller than I am. “Did I get shorter?” I grimaced.

What am I seeing? Did your butt got bigger or is it my eyes deceiving me now I suddenly heard Justina's sarcastic voice behind me. She's always looking for an opportunity to make fun of my small ass.

Justina, Tina for short as I do call her, has been my friend for years now. We grew up almost together and became close enough for people to mistake us as twins or siblings mainly because we have almost the same character.

Tina's twin sister Aurora was opposite of us. We were currently on our way to get dresses for her date tomorrow evening with her love.

I need to get some dresses for myself as well. I might meet a Prince Charming tomorrow at your date, who knows I smiled bushing at the thought of meeting a man who would sweep me off my feet.

“ Your ass seems bigger, trust me” Aurora commented again while turning me around to have a clearer view of my backside. Did you get an ass lift up, she suddenly said her eyes half closed staring deeply at me.

Will you get your ass in the car now, I said angrily as I pushed her into the car waiting to drive us to the boutique where we would be doing our shopping.

I wonder if your brain is even bigger than the size of a mustard seed, I said sticking out my tongue at her and she smiled sheepishly at me

Am I correct Right? She said laughing,I rolled my eyes at her and turned my face to the other side.

I wasn't supposed to be angry at her but I just can't stop hating the fact that I wore an artificial bum despite everything I have done to gain weight in the right places. I eat like a horse, do workouts but my butt still remains flat like it was glued to my small body and can never stick out.

Stop denying it girl she said again, I turned to see her smiling sheepishly at me. Fine i said feeling defeated.i wore it to appear sexy at the mall.

There's nothing to be ashamed of girlie, you look astonishingly beautiful the way you are, with your green eyes and ginger red eyes.

Amused, I asked her have you seen my ass before? Like did you ever see me without any clothes on?

She laughed and then touched my hair, patting my head slightly. You need to stop this insecurities of yours girl, you are perfect.

I wouldn't dare to take my eyes off you if I was a boy, trust me I would do you now and then if I was a boy she said, giving me a wink. Well too bad you are not one I announced getting out of the car.

Tina sighted a young girl selling different artist stickers and she rushed to get some. Tina's love for her favorite artists is so huge that entering her room you would get sick of various stickers pasted all over the room, so much that her room looks a bit creepy to me.

Rolling my eyes at the thought of Heaven knows how many she would be purchasing, I started walking towards her direction when I felt a hand pull me back.

I looked down to see a woman with tarot cards displayed in front of her, she was dressed in all black from head to toe, her makeup and nails were black as well. She looks kind of a weirdo.

Pick a card she said smiling at me, her dark colored teeth scaring the shit out of me. I don't want to, I said firmly.

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