Falling For My Rivals Husband Chinese Short Drama

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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Mulan's POV

Muttering incoherent words to myself, I continued to pace about on the fifth floor as my heart rammed against my chest in quick succession.

At this point, I felt like I was losing my mind.

The call from my mother's caretaker came in about half an hour ago but I have been unable to act on it.

Denver Smith, my boss, had refused to grant me an audience despite knowing how urgent my meeting with him was.

Snapping my eyes shut, I pushed my hand into my hair and then began to tug on it.

"Mom, you just have to hang on, I will save you." I muttered, rubbing my hands together as tears rolled down my cheeks.

For a few years now, mother had been living with a tumor in her brain which kept increasing by the day.

All the money I had worked for had gone for our basic needs and her medicine which was expensive leaving no one for her surgery.

When Eliana called earlier, I knew there was a problem but I never thought it would be so serious that mother had to be rushed to the hospital.

Just when I was about to barge Denver's office and confront him, the door creaked open.

He must have seen me in the hallway and wanted to shut the door on my face but I was faster than he was.

With my foot acting as a wedge, I cried, "Please sir I beg of you, pay me the money you owe."

"Go back to work, we will sort your payment by the weekend." He replied in his usual snobbish manner.

This had always been his response each time I requested for my three months arrears payment.

"My mom is currently at the hospital, please don't delay this any further." I cried. "Her life is at stake here, please." I added, hoping he was going to be moved with my pleas.

After what seemed like forever, he let me in, shutting the door for privacy.

"Please..." The rest of my words went down my throat when his hand brushed against my breast.

Taking a step backwards, I sent my teeth into my lips in a bid to hold back the anger threatening to tear through me.

"We both are going to enjoy ourselves but you will get the greater benefit." He smacked his lips.

Counting on his fingers now, he said, "You will get a double payment and mouth watering tip."

Disgusted with the man standing in front of me, I let out a low sigh, clenching my fist by my side as my eyes burned with anger.

"What if I refuse?" I snapped, my voice firm and unwavering.

"Then you will have to wait until the weekend." He huffed, going around the table.

The moment he fell on his seat, I grabbed the ball point pen on his table and then lunged towards him, grabbing his shirt.

"What did you just say?"

The terror in his eyes made a satisfying smile spread across my lips but at the same time, I was careful not to push my hand further to prevent an accident.

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