Bound To The Cursed Alpha King by JullieFerdie

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.

Modern Crime Revenge

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Avery's Point of View

"Hold her up properly!!", Sophia ordered as her minions held me tight, paying deaf ears to my pleas and cries.

This has been my life for as long as I can remember, I still don't know what I did wrong that made them treat me this way.

Countless times, I've wondered what I'd done that made Sophia hate me this much. I mean, she has everything-the pack adores her, she has our parents and siblings' love, and she's practically the gem of the entire pack.

While I was treated like the black sheep, my own parents made me feel like an outcast, they made me feel worthless.

"Sophia, please... I'm your sister, your own blood," I choked out, my voice trembling with desperation. "What did I do to deserve this? Why are you treating me like this?! Tell me, please... why do you hate me so much? I've tried... I've tried so hard to make you see me, to make you love me."

I groaned, unable to stop the tears pouring down my eyes.

"What did you just say? Sister?! I'm no sister to a witch", Sophia sneered as she eyed me as if I was the most disgusting thing she had ever laid her eyes on.

"I mean, look at you. With your white hair and strange looking eyes!! You're nothing but a witch, I'm sure mom must have picked you up somewhere", She sneered as she slapped me across the face.

All of a sudden, I felt a strange resolve in me, I knew this was a suicide mission but I was tired of her constant bullying. For once, I wanted to speak up for myself.

"So what if I look different? I know that you're just jealous because I look way more beautiful than you are", I was rewarded with a punch and I could feel the copper taste of blood in my mouth but it was worth it.

"What?! You know it's the truth", I smirked, staring at her, daring her to do her worst.

"Beat this witch up!!", her brainless minions were about to descend on me, when a voice suddenly yelled authoritatively.

"What's going on here?!" I sighed in relief as I stared at the approaching figure, it was Julian.

My savior.

My mate.

The only reason I'm able to put up to all the maltreatment from the pack. He's the only support I have, if not for him, I would have been long dead.

"Alpha!" Sophia shrieked in terror and I couldn't help but smirk at her.

"Don't make me repeat myself!!" Julian growled as he stepped closer to us.

"Alpha, she... sh... she was caught stealing and I decided to have her punished", Sophia stuttered and I gasped in shock at how easy it was for her to lie.

And to think that I saw her as the best sister ever, not knowing that she was nothing but a sly fox.

"Is that so?" Julian asked as he narrowed his eyes on her.

"Yes Alpha"

"Then leave her to me, I'll give her the punishment she deserved," Sophia and her minions nodded as they walked away but not without her giving me the 'you're dead' look.

But I shrugged it off, immediately she was gone out of sight, I leaped into Julian arms as fresh tears poured down my face.

"There..... there, princess. It's all good, I'm here, okay", he cooed as he stroked my hair.

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