A love to be unravelled The plight of an unrecognised gender

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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“No Father. I can't move in with him, I barely know him” I screamed on top of my voice feeling the dryness of my throat.The atmosphere in the room was filled with so much tension. Mother's expression was troubled but I didn't care.

Father approached forward towards me and when he held my hands, I steeled myself “You have to. It's what we have to do. Sweetheart, our company is folding. I'm sure you know what it means”.

Could the day get any better? Father must have known this was going to happen to have made decisions so quick. Just yesterday, I was overjoyed about attending my sister's wedding and now I'm being forced to be the bride.

Father had tricked me, same as a mother. At that moment,I was filled with feelings of rage and disappointment.

How could he plan to sell me off?

He had already made arrangements without my consent.

I swiftly removed my hands from his and turned to my mother.

“Mother, did you know about this? Did you know that your husband, my father is trying to sell me off to a stranger? “

“Silence!!!” Father ordered. Mother didn't answer any of my questions, I was uncertain as to why she couldn't utter a word.

There I stood, face to face with my father, our expression reflecting a mix of emotions.

There I stood staring into the eyes of the man who had already laid out plans for my future, announcing my arranged marriage to me meticulously. Father looked dead serious and he never changed his mind on anything

“Mother, say something!!! Please you can't do this father.”

Seeing that my father had a stern look on his face, my eyes became wet, my voice quivered and I pleaded, hoping that my father would have a change of heart.

A feeling of hate crept into my mind as I thought of my mother's despicable silence, I couldn't describe what I was feeling at the moment. I was mixed with emotions.

As I stood there, facing my father, I couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. On one hand, I respected him and the decisions he made for the family, but on the other hand, I knew that this was my life, and I wanted to make my own choices. Despite his seriousness and unyielding nature, I knew that I needed to speak up and make my voice heard. I stood tall and confident, ready to take charge of my future, no matter the consequences.

“I will not do it . I'm sorry Father but this isn't your choice to make. I will not marry whoever it is and that is final!” i don't know anything about him and he is Lydia's boyfriend not mine”. I had never spoken to my Father in such a tone and I had never slammed the door shut on him or walked out on my Father.

Growing up, I looked up to my father at all times, he taught me wise words and taught me to navigate my world out in the cold hands of the world. He imparted wisdom to me. I respected him a lot and I wanted nothing more than to be like him.

I wouldn't ever marry someone I haven't ever had a conversation with. I was determined not to go back on my decisions.

Standing behind the giant door that I had just slammed shut, I could hear my parents discussing. I placed my left ear gently on the door, hoping to make something meaningful out of their conversation but it seemed even the doors were against me.

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The sun filtered its way into my curtains, I lay down on the bed running mad with thoughts. It was almost Evening.If not for the despicable news father had given to me and the dumb decision my elder sister, Lydia had made overnight,we all would have been at the wedding reception now celebrating.

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