Obsession of the fallen

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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LILA

" I Sebastian Lakewood, Alpha of Halemoon Pack reject you Lila Stark. I cannot marry such a traitorous wrench like you. "

I felt the world around me come to a stop.

I couldn't believe what I just heard, Sebastian, the only man that has ever shown me love suddenly rejecting me?

"I don't... I don't understand Seb, where's this coming from? " I rasped as I felt my eyelids sting with tears.

An irritated look flashes across Sebastian's face and he doesn't even bother to spare me a glance as a wicked laugh escapes his lips.

"I know for sure you're a mad woman to consider that I will accept you as my mate after cheating on me and your family's betrayal ! Guards, throw her in the cell next to her traitorous family. " Sebastian spat.

Our wedding guests that had been quiet suddenly started to snicker and call me names.

"Whore!"

"Traitorous Bitch"

"Seb.. " I beckoned, my voice cracking as my mind pondered on what he said, pleading with my eyes for him to spare me a glance.

Someone must have been feeding him lies cause I would never betray my mate, talk less of my family. Generations of the starks have served this pack relentlessly.

Sebastian finally spared me a glance but for long as I felt breath escape me when he landed a slap across my face.

A sob escaped my lips as I fell to my knees from the impact.

"I never want to hear you call me that you Omega weakling." he said, looking me over with disgust before stalking away just as two guards flanked my side, forcing me to my feet as they escorted me to the cell.

"Get up Bitch, I'm not carrying you all the way there," One of the Beta Guards roared as his claws sunk into my skin, drawing blood.

•••

The last thing I remember is being tossed into the cell like a piece of nothing by the guards and hitting my head on impact. Due to my lack of a wolf, it would take days before the throb in my forehead ceases.

I sigh as I open my eyes and I'm met with darkness, the horrible smell of sewage and water dripping from the ceiling.

"Lila, are you awake now?" I hear my mom's voice from the other end of the room and relief immediately washes through me.

"Yes mum, thank goddess you're alive, how about dad? " I mutter as I scoot to the wall where her voice is loudest.

My mom doesn't say anything as a sob escapes her lips, "they've already taken him honey, they are executing us individually. After our loyalty to this pack this is how they repay us. We have been nothing but good to them! "

My chest tightens but no tears stream from my face, just a sharp pain that spreads through my body.

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