A gay bought me

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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Natalie stared at her reflection in the mirror and barely recognized the girl looking back.

Her hair was curled and pinned like a porcelain doll's. Her makeup, subtle and expensive, masked the growing storm in her eyes. The gown-a soft champagne gold with crystal embroidery-clung to her body like a silk cage. Expensive. Delicate. Uncomfortable.

Just like the day ahead.

"You look beautiful, Miss," the maid said gently, finishing the clasp at the back.She gave a tight smile as she looked at her white satin dress. It was her day. Her wedding day. Bile rose at the back of her throat as she thought of it.

Her uncle had only told her about it last night. She had had no time to prepare. To plan. To escape. Not like she had gotten that much chance either. Her uncle had locked her up immediately he told her, knowing full well that she would plan to escape.

Natalie's smile didn't reach her eyes as she made her way to the entrance where the car that would take her to the venue was waiting for her. She was already planning her escape.

As the black town car pulled up in front of the towering event hall,( It wasn't even a chapel), Natalie's heart raced-not from nerves, but from adrenaline.

Inside, the hall was drenched in wealth and pretension.

Crystal chandeliers bathed the room in golden light. Velvet-draped tables sparkled with champagne flutes and silver cutlery. The guests-politicians, businessmen, socialites-floated around in designer tuxedos and gowns like the world belonged to them.

And at the center of it all, Viktor Roman, her supposed fiancé.

He stood tall and imposing, dressed in a custom black suit. His graying hair was slicked back, jaw sharp and eyes like polished stone. People whispered about how powerful he was. How feared. How could her uncle be this cruel. He had always been though. Ever since her parents died and left her in his care. All he cared for was her inheritance. An inheritance she wasn't sure still existed. If it wasn't already lost to her uncle's growing debt.

Viktor Roman looked every inch the business mogul and billionaire. Old. Bald, with a tight smile and hungry, lewd eyes .But Natalie didn't care. To her, he was just another man trying to buy her.

Her chance came sooner than expected. While Gideon turned to speak with one of the Roman family lawyers, To seal her fate as he deemed fit, Natalie slipped away, clutching her clutch bag tight as she moved through the side corridor.

She found the exit, pushed the door open-and ran straight into two men in black suits.

"Going somewhere, Miss Grimaldi ?" One of the men had on a smug look. He was obviously enjoying this.

Her heart sank. Gideon had planned for this.He had guessed her every move right from the beginning.

Well, good thing she had plan B.

They grabbed her arms before she could twist away. "Let me go!" she shouted, but the hallway was too quiet, too isolated for anyone to hear-or care.Not that they ever did.

Minutes later, she was dragged back into the hall through the same door she'd slipped out of, shoes scraping against the floor, hair falling from its neat updo.

The music faltered. Heads turned. Murmurs began to rise.

She didn't care.

"Let her go," Gideon snapped, appearing beside them with a clenched jaw. "She's just overwhelmed."

Natalie shoved their arms off and stepped forward. "Overwhelmed? Is that what we're calling kidnapping now?"

Gideon's fake smile was stretched tight. "Natalie -"

"No," she snapped, voice rising. "Let's not pretend anymore. You're selling me off like cattle. To this-this wrinkled fraud of a man."

Gasps rippled across the room.The ceremony was about to start. Things were getting set. The best thing would be to keep quiet now and apologize then carry on with the ceremony and later when everyone was relaxed, she would find a way to escape. But anger eroded common sense and words were flying out of her mouth sooner than she could think.

Oops!

Viktor Roman turned slowly, his expression unreadable.

"Excuse me?" Her uncle was at Viktor's side in a flash trying to appease his anger.

It's okay Natalie . Apologize now and everything would be fine. Play along for a while.

She ignored the tiny voice in her ears and did what her heart told her. Not her head.

Natalie strode up to the center of the room and grabbed a glass of wine off a tray. "You think just because you have money, power, and the morals of a toad, you can buy anyone you want? What is it, Viktor-midlife crisis? Couldn't find someone your age to tolerate your creepy stare?"

He didn't blink.That should have scared her but it didn't. It only hardened her mind.

But Gideon was furious now, his voice barely restrained. "Natalie!!, enough!"

"No, not enough," she said, tossing the contents of her wine glass into Viktor's face.

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