The Dawn of the Heir

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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(Alarm rings)

7:00am.

"If you don't get out of bed right now, you're gonna be late for school" Mom called out as always.

"And don't forget to wake the twins up... I can't afford them ruining this year's perfect attendance again" she finished going down stairs.

Mom usually wakes up early to make breakfast every morning as busy as she was cause she and Dad ran the family business together.

Some years back My Grandfather put all his money into purchasing this big hotel that was about to go bankrupt at the time. It seem like a waste at first, but he worked day and night to make it a success.

And after 45 years of hard work with his only son, my Dad... He became the owner of not one but fleets of 5 star Hotels.

Sometimes, He even buys small businesses that are about to go bankrupt and bring their sells up. Anyways, Mom always believed eating home made food and eating as a family gave you the strength needed to push through any day.

Well, I got out of bed and walked pass the twins room, Thankfully they're rooms were before mine so she usually always woke us up about the same time.

"Zack! Zoe!! out now!!!, and make sure you brush your teeth" I said as I banged their doors in.

I went back to my room, took a shower and came out drying hair.

I picked up my phone and saw a message from my best friend.

'I'll be over in the next 20 minutes. You better be ready'

My best friend ABJ. Alexander Beatrice Jefferson the First. AJ was kind of a big deal, in the sense that her Dad is first, a twin and her grandfather was a grand duke back in London.

While her Uncle and his family took care of business in back in London, her Dad thought it would be a lot more easier to live a normal life somewhere else and like that we ended up being best of friends from the first day we met at the park.

I and AJ are practically in the same age group although she's months older than me and that could be why she has her driver's licenses, maybe.

While I on the other hand am too chicken to take the test. It was kinda weird given that I'm one of the most popular and smartest students at our school unlike those brainless Cheer squard.

Now don't get me wrong, not all of them are like that but if you met the ones at my school you'd say the same thing.

I got dressed as usual and since I don't really have a preference I dress according to my mood so today, I curled my hair from half way through to fall into four simple curls, I wore a black and white sleeveless turtleneck, a pleated chiffon deep black skirt, black combat boots paired with a choker and other accessories.

Now, now... I know I'm giving off that bad girl vibe but really... I'm the sweetest thing you'd ever come across in the whole of west Virginia.

I rushed down stairs with my backpack, a little cute black one, walked over to the table where my Dad and older brother Tyler and the twins were seated.

"It's about time... You're going be late young lady" Mom said handing over a plate of French toast, bacon and scrambled eggs. Yummy.

"AJ is coming to pick me up, She'll be here any minute from now" I said as I started chowing down on my food.

"Ok, that's nice. Tyler could you be a dear and drop the kids off at school" Mom said as she sat down with her own plate.

"Sure, but I'll be heading to the gym right after" Tyler said with food stuffed in his mouth.

"Remember, you still have to sort your internship out at the office today. Remember don't be late, I won't tolerate tardiness even if you are my own son. Got it" Dad said and on cue, there was a knock on the door.

"That's for me, bye Mom, bye Dad, see you later guys" I said stuffing the remaining food on my plate into my mouth, grabbed my phone running out.

"Alright, have a nice day" my parents chorused together.

I paused, ran back to the dining room gave my Dad a hug and my Mom a kiss then I made my way out this time.

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