Bridging the Distance

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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It was late at night. The colors of the neon lights were changing, which highlighted the prosperity of the city.

Inside the luxurious Vegas Hotel.

The luxurious presidential suite, on the top floor, was very quiet.

Suddenly, a sharp knock on the door, broke the silence.

"Help, is anyone there?" The sound of a woman gasping came in the silent room.

Wilfred Scott was never a stickybeak, but when he heard the woman's voice, he strode towards the door.

As soon as the door was opened, Ashley Lewis ran into Wilfred's chest. She was dizzy as if she had hit a brass wall.

Hmm..., Ashley whispered. She tried her best to keep her composure.

"Sir, help me. Many men are chasing me outside." Ashley blushed with apparent fear in her eyes.

"Don't be afraid, and I'm here."

Wilfred's voice was very gentle, like a spring breeze blowing away Ashley's gloom. Although it was a short sentence, it was like a warm current flowing through Ashley's heart.

The sound of footsteps outside the door stopped abruptly as they passed by the door of his room.

A man in black was about to knock on the door but was stopped, "Don't you know whose territory this is? Come back if you don't want to die!" One man intimidated them.

Realized the potential danger, they quickly disappeared.

Hearing them walk further and further away, Ashley breathed a sigh of relief.

The lights in the room lit up.

The man in front of her had a long straight figure, cold steely features, and a knife-like face. His deep eyes were as bright as obsidian. Standing here, he had the temperament of an emperor, looking down upon the world.

Ashley couldn't believe that the gentle breezy voice was his.

"Sir, thank you for saving me just now." Ashley was a little scared.

"You're afraid of me, aren't you?" His voice was very cold, without a hint of emotion.

"Hot, I feel hot." Ashley kept mumbling, hot and unbearable as if she was on fire. She kept taking off her clothes.

"Oh no, the medicine is working." Ashley cursed in a low voice.

She didn't hear what Wilfred had just said, and with her last shred of sanity, she said, "Sir, I'll repay your kindness later." After saying that she was going to open the door and leave.

Wilfred rushed over to stop her, "You want to leave this way?"

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