Anxiety Attack

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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When I was closer to them, I could hear their voices scorning each other in high pitched, emotional tones. They made me worried and surprised. My eyes drifted to Sheryl , hoping that my best friend would be able to help as I tried to separate Peter and Will. But I saw he was chatting with Kayra and Elder Nobi, then I gave up asking for his help. I have to be able to sort them out alone. I said in my heart i. Then move forward with confidence.

"Peter! Will!" I exclaimed with furrowed brows.

Suddenly my call made them immediately turn to face me.

"Miss Rumi," said Peter.

"What is it, Miss?" Will asked doubtfully.

"Why are you guys fighting ?" I said then.

They looked at each other questioningly.

"Who's fighting, Miss?" Peter pretended not to understand.

"Of course you guys! Don't pretend you don't understand!” I'm getting annoyed with their behavior.

Will took a deep breath , “we didn't fight. It's just that our conversation is like this. You know, old friend. Isn't that right, Peter?" he and I both glanced at Peter.

Peter nodded his head with a sweet smile on his lips, assuring me that what happened to them was not what I expected.

In the end I believed them, though I wasn't too sure. "No wonder Peter was so shocked that he couldn't believe he saw Will," I said again.

They smiled widely. I smiled back at them, “By the way, just call me Rumi. No need to use Miss. It's a bit too uncomfortable to hear you call me that."

Suddenly Will's smile turned into an amused laugh. My eyes glared at him. Meanwhile, Peter was confused by the behavior of the young man who called him an old friend.

I exhaled loudly to regain my composure, "I'm not interested in you guys anymore!" I snapped by looking away.

Peter glared, "why is that? We've only just gotten to know each other… and I'll be your nominee soon, won't I?” he was worried about my statement.

"Cancel. You're not my type of candidate." I answered without looking at him.

Then Will said confidently, “because I am Rumi's real candidate. And we're getting married this weekend, right?"

My eyes widen, then look at Will with annoyance, "you're still with that nonsense of yours?"

"I'm not joking, Rumi. I'm seriously." Will said it firmly.

Peter looked down. Kes edihan inflamed in him. "I just step back, let Will come forward to be your candidate."

"You guys are weird!" without answering Will and Peter's words, I turned away from them in amazement and confusion.

"Wait a minute," I stopped . “Why is it like there's nothing strange here? After all, we'd just all been overwhelmed by Will and thought he was a nuisance for his weird outfit. Is this all included in the magic effect too?” My mind kept spinning about the events that just happened and what happened after.

While he was thinking, suddenly heard a loud howl of a wolf from the roof of the house. We who were below him suddenly looked up, and made clear our hearing.

AAAUUU!!!

The howl grew louder and closer. Panic began to creep in. Dad, assisted by his friends tried to calm us all down. Countless guests were running frantically towards the front door heading outside.

Although thousands of people frantically and quickly passed by me, but not a single one of them hit or pushed me. This is a miracle in my opinion. Possible.

I was glued to the spot. Feelings of fear and curiosity, began to approach.

Peter and Will were half running toward me. They stood swiftly on either side.

"Don't worry, Rumi. We're here." Will said.

"What really happened?" I asked then hesitantly.

"Looks like the werewolves are in action." said Peter.

I glared and was shocked, my breathing started to become irregular again. “You mean they will eat us? Like in history?”

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