Cinderella for the Billionaire

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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“Alpha Austin, you’re...! You’re drunk,” Daenerys Dondarrion looked at the man blocking her path, her eyes showing a hint of panic.

Just a moment ago, she was watching TV when Austin William suddenly returned. Before she could go upstairs, he stopped her in the living room.

Austin often traveled for work and rarely came home, but whenever he appeared, it made her feel uneasy.

Austin stared at her without saying a word, his expression unreadable, which made Daenerys even more anxious.

Suddenly, Austin spoke.

“Are you afraid of me?”

Daenerys shook her head vigorously. “No, why would I be afraid of Alpha Austin?”

In reality, she was quite scared, but not because she feared Austin would harm her, but because his overwhelming presence made her feel uneasy.

“You little flatterer,” Austin lightly pinched her nose and playfully scolded her.

Daenerys’ heart raced from his action. “You...! Alpha Austin, you’re drunk. You should go upstairs and rest.”

“Yeah, help me to my room.”

“Alright.”

Daenerys bit her lip, took hold of Austin’s arm, and shakily helped him up the stairs.

Seeing her flushed face from the effort, Austin asked, “Am I too heavy?”

Daenerys nodded slightly, but whiffled her head. “You’re not heavy, it’s just that I’m too weak.”

Austin silently smiled and stood up straighter, no longer intentionally putting his weight on her.

Daenerys had just showered, and the faint scent of her shampoo wafted into his nose, making his gaze grow darker.

After helping him into his room, Daenerys placed Austin on the bed and prepared to leave.

But just as she reached the door, he called out to her.

“If I remember correctly, you’re about to apply to universities.”

Daenerys stopped and nodded in response. “Yes, I’ve already made my choice.”

“Which university are you planning to attend?”

“University B.”

Daenerys didn’t notice the displeasure in Austin’s eyes as she continued, “Jackson’s father wants us to attend the same university to strengthen our relationship. After we graduate, we’ll get married.”

Six years ago, after losing both of her parents, Austin took her into the Black Wolf pack, where he provided for her, even supporting her education. Eventually, by a twist of fate, she became the betrothed of Austin’s nephew, Jackson William, the future Alpha.

Now, her fiancé, Jackson, was attending University B.

Austin frowned. “You’ll be only 22 when you graduate. Don’t you think getting married that early is too soon?”

Too soon! At 22, she had experienced nothing yet, so yes, marriage was too early.

But...

At the moment, she didn’t have the energy to discuss this with him, so she casually replied, “I’m following Jackson’s father’s arrangements.”

Austin stared at Daenerys for a moment, his gaze deep and unreadable. The intensity of his look made her feel even more like a frightened deer, causing her to lower her head in worry.

“Don’t you have your own opinions?”

“I...” Feeling Austin’s anger, Daenerys was a bit confused, not understanding why he was suddenly upset.

Of course, she had her own thoughts!

In fact, her desire to attend University B wasn’t entirely because of Jackson’s father but also because attending University B had always been her biggest dream, a wish her late father had for her.

For the past three years, whenever the pressure of studying became too much, just thinking about getting into University B brought her happiness...

Austin coldly watched her, her fresh, makeup-free face glowing after her shower.

Her eyes were clear, characteristic of her 18-year-old innocence.

But as he thought about her marrying Jackson in a few years, his gaze grew more clouded, a wave of malice emanating from him.

Just as Daenerys felt she might suffocate under the weight of his glare, he said, “Come here!”

“Alpha Austin...”

Daenerys, startled, approached him.

She did not know why Austin was acting so out of character tonight.

“Change your application to University A,” Austin commanded.

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