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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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Viola Qi looked at herself in the mirror, her hands lying flat on the edge of the sink. The mirror had a thick, golden frame, which easily fitted along with the overall look of the deluxe presidential suite.

"Come on, Viola Qi. You can do this. This is the big break you've been wishing for ever since you became a journalist. Just believe in yourself." Her fingers tapped nervously on the bathroom counter as she gave herself some pep talk. Although there wasn't an ounce of makeup on her face, Viola Qi was undoubtedly a beautiful woman.

Seconds later, she heard the door to the suite open with a faint click, and the sounds of footsteps on the marble floor.

At that moment, Viola Qi was so nervous that her heart almost jumped out of her throat.

Carefully, she opened the bathroom door ever so slightly to take a peek at the person she was about to interview. Much to her surprise, the first thing that she noticed was the strong smell of alcohol.

Through the small door crack, Viola Qi saw a pair of charming eyes. A million things were running through her mind then.

'Is he drunk? How do I interview him? I've never interviewed a drunk person before! What if he gets angry and tries to beat me up!'

With a sigh, Viola Qi was already deliberating whether or not she should just sneak out before he noticed that she was there.

The man, Maynard Chu, took off his sleek, black suit and threw it haphazardly on the sofa. He was now only wearing his black slacks and a white, button-down shirt paired with a silk tie, making him look rather dashing.

He had obviously one too many to drink. As his body got hotter and hotter, he also felt a lustful desire awakening inside of him.

Maynard Chu frowned at the strange yet familiar feeling. When he was about to sit down on the sofa, someone knocked on the door.

"Come in,"

Maynard called, his voice was cold and robust, but had a pleasant tone to it. Viola Qi, who was still peeking from the bathroom, was instantly drawn to his voice.

At this point, she couldn't head out, and had to stay put until she could make her timely exit.

The door opened, and a tall woman wearing a white coat and a pair of high heels came inside. Everything about her looked classy and noble.

"What are you doing here, Yesenia Lu?" When Maynard Chu saw her, he finally slumped onto the sofa. With his legs crossed and his arms resting widely across the top, he looked like the ruler of the world.

With a gentle smile on her face, Yesenia Lu slowly walked up to him, her heels clacking crispy against the floor. "I heard that you were drunk, so I came up to see you. Perhaps you need me to take care of you?"

"Fuck off!" Maynard Chu scoffed, waving his hand away.

The corners of Yesenia Lu's mouth twitched slightly, but she tried to maintain the charming smile on her face.

"Don't you want to turn the air conditioner on? It's so hot here..." she said, pretending that she didn't hear Maynard curse her. She came here with a goal in mind, and she wasn't just about to give up.

Standing in front of Maynard Chu, Yesenia slowly unzipped her coat with her slender and delicate fingers. The coat gently fell to her feet as she gracefully rolled her shoulders. The fiery red bra she wore stood out beautifully against her fair skin.

Even Viola Qi was stunned by the amount of sex appeal that woman had. She had never expected that a person like Yesenia, who was a superstar adored by millions of people, would have such a lascivious side!

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