Ashes Of The Same Fire

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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In a small apartment in Mocisa Colombia, a young woman sat in front of a mirror with a little girl by her side.

"Mascara". The older woman ordered, and the younger girl passed the mascara to her.. "So you are going to see your boyfriend again".

"What's his name"....

"Xavier Ravenmoor!" The little girl said in excitement, and the older woman laughed.

"Erynna you are being a little brat, when I was your age, I didn't know what a boyfriend was". She said amidst laughter.

"I'm not a little girl anymore Elena".

"I'm twelve years old now".

Erynna said proudly. Elena smiled and picked her sister up. She brushed her brown hair off her face, and chuckled. Erynna was just twelve years old, but she is so smart that one would think she is an adult in the body of a child.

That is one of the reasons why people are charmed by her beautiful face, her sweet smile,and her calm voice.

"I'm going to see Xavier tonight, we have a date planned".

"Be a good girl while I'm away ok?" She said as she hugged the little girl in her arms. Elena dropped her sister and smiled.

"Behave yourself little girl". She said and left.

A few hours later... The door of the apartment opened forcefully, and Elena barged in. Her clothes were all torn, and her body was shaking frantically.

"Erynna!" She called out urgently.

"What happened to you Elena?" Erynna asked immediately. She could see the visible dark spots on Elena's body.

"Look sweetie, some men are going to come and take me away".

"They might hurt me, but I don't want them to lay a finger on you".

"So I want you to hide, hide, and don't make a sound even if you see them taking me away!" Elena instructed.

Erynna nodded even though she didn't understand what was going on. Elena hid her inside a closet.

She knows her sister is afraid of darkness, so Elena created a small space for her to see some light. She wiped her tears, and gave Erynna one last look.

"I love you" she whispered, and immediately the door broke open.

Two giant-looking men walked into the room, and Elena started begging immediately.

"Look, I really don't have anything, just spare me please spare me!" She begged amidst sobs. The men's eyes darkened, and they approached her.

"Please have mercy on me!" Elena pleaded, and one of the men scoffed.

"Mercy?"

"We are in no place to grant you mercy, if you really want to plead for mercy, then you should go to the Ravenmoors". "Elena you should have known better than to mess with a Ravenmoor".

"You just got r*p*d by Xavier, but you'll still end up dying".

"That's what happens to anyone that goes against Vionessa Ravenmoor". The other man chipped in. "Please don't".....

Before Elena could finish her statement, one of the men hit her with a gun, and she fell unconscious. Blood trickled out of her head, and Erynna who was watching from the closet gasped.

"Let's leave her here".

One of the men suggested.

"No!"

"The boss ordered for her to be thrown in the bottom of the sea". The other man said. The two men carried Elena, and they left the room. Erynna, who was still hiding in the closet, couldn't move.

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