Secret Triplets: The Billionaire's Second Chance

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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Yes, this is a book about demons. First and foremost, I want to acknowledge the fact that this book is PURE FICTION!!! IT IS THE CONTENT OF MY IMAGINATION, AND I AM IN NO WAY A DEVIL WORSHIPPER!!! Don't get me wrong, people who do that have their own right to, but this isn't a book about religion here. It's just something that I thought of and want to have fun writing about. Don't judge, please.

Okay! Now that I have that out of the way, THIS IS THE SEQUEL TO NOBODY'S ANGEL!! IT CAN BE READ SEPERATELY, but don't be asking who some of the characters are then :)

Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy this! To those reading my other works, I'm sorry but I just don't have the will to write them. They don't hold my attention like they used to. I don't know when they will be updated next, or if I will even continue to write them. Just know that I'm still alive :D

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WARNING! Sexy demons ahead :P Yeah, I just had to... That is all. <

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Xavier's P.O.V.

"Thank you, Prince."

"No, thank you, " I smirked, watching unashamedly as the leggy blonde sashayed out of my room. Her shirt was hanging loosely from her fingers, far away from her chest, no doubt trying to tempt me for a repeat of last night, but I'd had better. Besides, if she hadn't noticed that I had forgotten her name last night, she definitely would today. I could spare myself that headache.

My door burst open with a resounding bang! My deadly glare pierced the intruder before realizing it was my best friend, Jace.

He raised an eyebrow at my entertainment from the night before. She flushed scarlet and scurried out of there quick. He turned his disbelieving gaze to me.

"Really?" he asked. My Do-you-know-who-I-am? look got him off of my case. I was prince, and I was entitled to do whatever (and whoever) I wanted with no objections from those below me, which was basically everyone except my parents. I suppose my nanny could give me a reasonable scolding since she'd practically raised me, but…nah, she knew her place now that I'd stopped needing her milk and constant looking after.

Jace gave up on trying to talk some of his morals about girls into me until he spotted my souvenir- her panties. "Really?" he repeated with a sterner tone. I shrugged nonchalantly, his exasperated groan a result of my indifference. "Do you even know what today is?"

"Should I?"

He ran his hand threw his blonde hair in obvious frustration, glaring at me. "Any minute now, we're going to-"

Even if he had continued, I wouldn't have heard him. As it was, he was in the same condition as I. We were both oblivious to our surroundings now that we had something much more important to focus on.

My mind buzzed with one word.

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