Chased By The Ruthless CEO

The Billionaire's Secret Triplets: Mom's Revenge

HONEY MULLINS

Six years ago, I was a naive girl sold by my father to the powerful Sanders estate, only to be tossed onto the streets after a brutal assault they labeled "marital infidelity." I fled the country pregnant and broken, hiding from the shadow of a husband I had never even met. Now, I’ve returned to New York with my triplets to sign the final divorce papers and disappear forever. But Archibald Sanders—the man I was told was a crippled recluse—intercepted us with the cold precision of a predator. He didn't see the woman his family destroyed; he saw a gold-digger who had shamed his name. His security team hunted us to a grimy motel, using tactical force to snatch my children away and drag me to his glass-walled empire. In his office, he loomed over me, demanding a DNA test and threatening to throw me in prison while my babies were lost to the foster system. He was convinced I’d cheated, yet he stared at my sons with a haunting confusion, unable to ignore the stormy blue eyes that were a perfect mirror of his own. I stood there, paralyzed by his scent—the sharp tang of rain and expensive leather that triggered the icy dread of my worst nightmares. How could he accuse me of betrayal when he felt exactly like the monster who had shattered my life in that dark hotel room? "I'll sign anything," I sobbed, "just give me my kids." But the game changed when my five-year-old son hacked the tower’s security, holding the skyscraper hostage to save me. In the chaos, a fragile, silent boy—Archibald’s secret son—wandered into the room and reached for me as if I were his missing soul. Archibald’s face turned to stone as he tore up the agreement and locked the doors. "Until I find out why my son is looking at you like that," he growled, "you aren't going anywhere."

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Emily's POV

"Lucas, I'm here!" My lips stretched into a wide smile as I pushed the door open, clutching the valentine's day card and a single rose in my small hands. I couldn't stop the smile that threatened to tear my face-I was so excited to meet my boyfriend

Just like the sun brightened up the dark, Luca was the light that illuminated my void world. To me, he was the oasis in my sandy desert-my life, and the only thing that makes me happy. After losing my mother in a gruesome accident, my whole life went down the drain.

It was always from one painful experience to another.

My father brought in my step mother and an elder sister I'd never met. Since their arrival, I became a slave in my own home, but Lucas was that relief I needed whenever I was close to the brink of insanity.

He was my pill for anxiety, a sweet relief.

As I walked further, I parted my lips, a faint blush on my cheeks, "Happy..." my eyes widened in terror, and i was forced to swallow the rest of my words at the sight in front of me.

Lucas pecked my step sister's cheeks as he whispered sweet nothings into her ears. The sound of their laughter filled my ears and my whole world crumbled before me. "Lucas!" I gasped, my voice trembling with emotion as fear clawed at my heart.

Ever so slowly, he turned to look at me, and so did my step sister, Amelia. His eyes that once gazed at me with warmth stared at me with so much disgust and contempt. For the first time, I felt naked and bare before him. His intense gaze so frightened me, that rose and card I held so tightly fell to the ground.

Lucas raised a brow as he stared at me, "What are you doing in here?" He asked, his voice dripping with disdain. He pulled Amelia closer, wrapping his arms protectively around her, "You should have called, Emily."

"Called?" I breathed, trying so hard to make sense of his words. "Lucas, you're with my sister! You cheated on me with my own sister!"

"Let's end this." His voice was harsh, cold, sending a wave of shivers down my spine. My lips trembled as I struggled to form some words, but only soft sobs escaped them, "No!"

I shook my head profusely as hot tears ran down my cheeks. How was I going to survive alone, with no one on my side?

I was losing my mind, but no one seemed to care about it.

Amelia directed her gaze towards me and she snorted "What's with the unreasonable tears? Do you really have to push yourself on him?"

"But he's mine" I whispered, my vision blurred with tears, but Lucas' next words shattered my already broken heart.

"I was never yours, Emily. C'mon, get over this and leave my house." Lucas said as he dragged himself up, "Let's end this right here and now."

"Lucas, please." I whimpered, falling to my knees in misery.

I couldn't handle it.

The heartbreak, the pain, the torture.

I just couldn't.

"Oh, shut that thing you call a mouth!" Amelia snapped, anger swirling in her eyes, "You're not wanted here!"

"But we're sisters! Why would you do this to me?" I inhaled a shaky breath, "We're sister's for goodness sake! Why?"

"Sisters?" Amelia laughed, a cold, bitter laughter, "You're beneath me, Emily. You're not only my step sister, but my slave. Do you think Lucas would choose you over me?"

I took a few steps backwards, overwhelmed by the words Amelia spilled from her mouth. My legs buckled beneath me and my limbs felt like jelly.

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