Coming Home 1 HOMECOMING

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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JUST A SIDE CHICK

"Hey. Hey, baby, wake up." The 6'2" man shakes the sleeping dinosaur beside him. His head is foggy and messy and the events of last night were blurry but he knew it was long. Very long.

Charlie moans as she rolls herself awake. Her eyes stay shut for some seconds but almost immediately, she opens them and grins sluggishly, "Hey, Marrie, "

'Marrie' cringes and shoots Charlie a playful glare to which the latter giggles and leans upward to place a chaste kiss on his lips. Mario Denison moves his head so fast to avert the kiss.

"Morning breath." He simply states.

Charlie nods and places a peck on his cheek instead. She jumps from the bed to the floor which was probably a bad idea because she came tumbling face-first to the floor.

"Ow. You definitely tore me a new one, Mario."

A smirk appears on Mario's face at the power boost to his ego and... Down there. He moves from the nightstand to help Charlie up to her feet. She limps to the en-suite bathroom that was just beside the huge walk-in closet.

A loud gasp echoes from the bathroom, "Oh my God! Baby, it's snowing!"

Charlie attempts to run out but when she feels a stab of pain down below, she chooses not to and decides to gush from the bathroom instead.

While waiting for the bathtub to get full, the 23-year old replays last night in her memory. Last night was like a walk on clouds for her. It was like getting lost in nirvana with a particular chocolate-skinned demigod.

Her fingers graze against her neck that is splattered with loads of hickies. Different sizes. Different locations. If her mind couldn't, her body could recall how Mario gripped her shoulders and attacked her neck while he pistons deep insi-

"The tub is full babe, " Mario's raspy voice says from where he was leaning against the door frame.

Charlie's cheeks dusted red and she flashes him a small yet seductive smile.

"It's also big enough for two people." She suggests and turns back to wiggle her ass as she walks to the tub.

Mario grunts and shakes his head, "If you don't want to wake up in the hospital with a torn ass, I suggest you take your bath right now so we can go eat."

Charlie giggles as he walks away. Her boyfriend is so sweet and sexy.

She settles in the tub, not bothering to put her pull her ginger shoulder-length hair into a bun.

She lets out a satisfied sigh when the lukewarm water engulfs her. After soaking in for some minutes, she pours her coconut scented shampoo and begins to wash.

Grooming and doing the needful took her twenty-five minutes and finally, she meets Mario in the living room.

"Sexy." Mario winks at her while tucking his phone into his back pocket.

Charlie leans up and places a kiss on his cheek and Mario tries to hide his grimace.

"Let's go, babe." They both walk towards the car.

Throughout the ride, Mario's phone keeps going off and this doesn't go unnoticed by Charlie. She chooses to ignore it and continues to look out the tinted window.

A loud ding resounds in the car and Charlie groans.

"Baby, office?"

"Huh?" Mario glances at her, "Oh? Yes... Yeah, Dora has been blowing up my phone cos I haven't been to work in like, a week."

"I thought you told her you're on partial leave, " Charlie raises a brow.

Mario grunts as he pulls into the driveway of the restaurant.

Charlie eyes Mario as she alights from the car. She watches as Mario's phone rings out again and he sputters a round of curses.

He's probably stressed, she thinks.

They both walk into the restaurant and place their order immediately. They eat and dabble in small talk before finally leaving.

"Babe, go on ahead, let me check the car real quick 'cos I see the way that valet be checking out my baby." He pats his white Camaro with a smirk.

"Sure. Don't waste time!"

Charlie runs up the patio and starts pulling off her four-inch stiletto. She intends today to be a whole day of fuckery and cuddles, even if she knows the last part is close to impossible because she knows how Mario detests cuddling.

She couldn't wait to reveal the purple lace thong that she had underneath the burgundy knee-length gown she had on.

A giddy smile appears on her face when she pictures the look Mario will have on when she flashes him.

"Marrie, what's that shit you be talking about not coming straight home? Is she he-" the voice trails off when her eyes land on Charlie.

"Um..." Charlie raises a brow. Did Mario employ a cook? Cleaner, maybe?

From what she said, she is no cook.

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