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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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Naya's POV

“You sure you’re leaving for real?” Meg asked beside me with her gloomy eyes.

"You know the reason why I am leaving right? I don’t wanna be in trouble especially that I am nothing compared to them." I stated. Another reason is that I found out that the man I used to love is now getting married, so what’s the reason for me to stay?

“So where are you gonna live now after you leave this island?” I took a deep breath.

“In Manila? Wherever the waves bring me. I just need to leave this place to have my moving on process.” just like those seashells drifted by the waves,

"When are you living?” my eyes rolled when Megan throw me another question.

“You’re not an investigator, right? You have too many questions.” I demanded.

“Just answer me Naya,” she said

“Uhm…tomorrow.”

"Tomorrow? Why that’s too early?"

"When should then? After a month or a year?" sarcastically I asked her.

"Okay…okay calm down I’m just asking you know?”

After we have our short conversation, we decided to go back to work again. The café was loaded with costumes and it’s that tiring. Looks like after this day I’m drained.

"Here's your order, Ma'am." I quickly returned to the counter to get the other trays of order. Shit…my legs hurt!

I can’t even get some rest because of too many orders.

"Here’s for table four Naya!” Megan shouted. I took the tray and walked through table four.

While walking I didn’t intend to hear some girl talks. Their talking of someone reason for me to get interested.

"Did you hear the news? Timothy Estrella is now going to be married and guess who’s the lucky girl?”

"Who? Is she the famous fashion model?"

"Nope. He was going to marry Verone Sandoval."

"Is it true?”

“Of course. They're meant for each other right?”

“Yes, they are. I just can’t picture it out how Tim has his past relationship with just a waitress.”

I froze because of what I’ve heard. The man I love is now going to marry my best friend's sister. Why Megan didn’t tell me?

"I pity that waitress girl. Imagine how Tim makes fun of her flesh.” my fist clenched into tight balls as I heard them telling those theories.

I continued to walk as I tried to control myself. Bedwarmer huh? Maybe that was the true intention of Tim but he didn’t succeed. He has my lips but he never laid his single fingers on my body.

"Here's your order, Ma'am and Sir."

As soon as I served their orders, I run into the stock room and tears rushed from my eyes. Memories with Tim flashes on my mind. The way we used to shared our smiles. His comfortable hugs make me feel I’m secured and most of all, his sweet and gentle kisses.

“You’re the girl I want to spend my whole life with Naya.”

Fuck it! I was fooled by your hugs and kisses. I was fooled by your promises, Tim and I regret it now. I should have known that your sweet words can deceive. You gave me the promises and I hold onto them but now, what happened?

You make me believe and yet you left me a wreck and broken like glass. You left me hanging into our dreams.

"Stop crying Naya." I turned my gaze toy best friend standing in front of me.

"I thought you will never cry again for that asshole?" she sits beside me as she holds my hands.

"M-meg…” I almost whisper and tears fell again on my cheeks.

"Lemme hugs you,” she said as she hugged me tightly. I'm very thankful that I have her…I have Megan Suarez as my best friend.

"This is the reason why I didn’t tell you that Timothy is going to marry my half-sister. I know that you would cry a lot again and I can’t take it. You cried a lot and that’s enough Naya.” she caresses my back and giving me comforting hug.

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