Caught In The Charm Of My Stepbrother

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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CHAPTER ONE

I walked along the road with my box of possessions i carried from the office. It was just one small box. I never had much things in that stinking office anyway. Images of the memories I had in that office flashed through my mind. I had been working for Julian and co. for about five years now,I was a very Jovial and friendly person so all my colleagues liked me. Hmm not all though .Back the MD was Mr Winston. He was a very harsh and bossy man but he was always lenient with me cause I was hardworking and loyal .Even though he was a big grump,I preferred him to Mr Tim. Mr Tim was the kind of younger,handsome and flirty type .He was a hot cake and some of my female colleagues were ready to do anything to get his attention even as far much as sleeping with him. Yuck!But well who are my to judge. I never fancied him one day. He was too cocky and lewd for my liking .Too bad he had to look at me. I mean I dress pretty decent. No skimpy or extremely tight clothes but I did have this killer figure that I tried so much to conceal. I am not the kind of person who likes attention. I never knew Mr Tim had been lusting after my body.

"Sir,I'm sorry but I cant do that"

"Oh please Kyla .Is it much of a big deal. You cant tell me you haven't done it before" He said chuckling.

I looked at him irritated .No I haven't done it before. Firstly the thought of it alone disgusts me. Secondly I wasn't ready for heartbreak and lastly it was against my religious beliefs .Only married people were suppose to do that so I'd wait till I get married that is if I do.

"Sir whether I've done it before is of no concern to you but my answer is no.I cant do it"

"Not even if i promised you a fat reward?He asked with a sly smile .Did he think I was cheap?I kept quiet for a while and he began grinning like a fool .He thought he had caught game but then I smoke with a firm but calm voice.

" Not even if you promised me the whole world"

He seemed shocked at my answer. I got up gently and arranged my outfit.

"So if you excuse me sir I've got some paper work I have to tend to"

I walked out the office feeling victorious. He better go find some other chic cause this chic was a no man's area.

I wished that could have ended it but Mr Tim tried his very best to get me. He gave me time offs,increased my salary and incentives but I still stood my ground. There are a lot of things that were more valuable to me than money. My dignity and my values were some of those things. A few weeks after that I was given a dismissal letter stating that my services were no longer needed. I confronted Mr Tim as to what had I done to be dismissed. He gave a stupid lie that clients had been complaining about me. I begged him to re consider but he said the only way he would, was if I give him what he wanted. I refused vehemently. In fact before I left the office I made sure I told him what I thought of him. Such a shameless man. He thinks I cant get another job. He'll see. I stopped in front of a big apartment building and got in. I tried not to make it obvious I had lost my job. I tapped on the elevator button. The elevator opened and I got in .I saw my crazy neighbour from a distance along with some of her equally crazy friends .Oh Good Lord. Why today?Charlotte was a nosy poker. Always snooping around people's business and personal life in an uncomfortable way. I desperately hit the elevator buttons continuously wishing earnestly that the door would close and she wouldn't get in with me .I know it might sound pretty wrong but trust me, no one would want to be anywhere with Charlotte for a long time.

Unfortunately Charlotte and her friends came before the door started to close.

"Hey .Girls its my hot neighbour. Hey Kyla" Charlotte said loudly in her always annoying voice .I tried to be nice.

"Oh its you and your friends"

"Yeah. we are just coming from an awesome party .It was wonderful except there was no hot drinks" Charlotte complained creasing her face like a child.

"At least that hottie gave you his number" One of her friend said chewing gum like a prostitute beckoning a client .

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