Forced To Marry The Mafias Son

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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"What were you doing in the men's room?" The man with the jarred body, showing his stomach muscles, made Ayana suddenly silent without moving.

The girl gripped her skirt tightly, she couldn't even look into the eyes of the man in front of her. The gripping aura made it hard for Ayana to breathe.

"You're mute, huh? I'm asking," the man pressed closer to the distance.

Ayana's feet slowly backed away. she didn't feel like she could stand on her feet any longer. While the man in front of her still demanded an explanation from her.

"That... I didn't know this was the men's room. I wasn't paying enough attention. I'm sorry—"

"Are you blind? There's writing on the front," he interrupted sarcastically.

Ayana swallowed her saliva harshly. Her guts shrank instantly.

"Go out!" his command sounded piercing. "You're just wasting my time."

Ayana, who had intended to run away, quickly walked out of the toilet. When she arrived at the front, her face looked up slightly to see the symbol printed on the body of the door.

Ayana suddenly cursed her stupidity. How could she enter the wrong toilet, embarrassing!

***

"Ayana, please come with me," said Mrs. Mira five minutes ago before leading Ayana into the dean's office.

The girl stared in disbelief at the presence of her parents there. Her forehead creased even more when her eyes crossed with the man she met in the toilet this morning.

This time the man's face was twice as terrible as before.

"I think everything is complete. Then I will immediately explain why we have summoned you. Thank you also for taking the time." Mrs. Mira opened her voice after the two parties concerned were present.

"It doesn't matter really, Ma'am. For the sake of my child, I'm willing to spend my time," said Ghani, Ayana's mother.

"You're welcome. To save time, it would be better if we just get to the point, because we also have other business outside." The man in formal attire replied, he looked like the man's assistant.

Mrs. Mira reached for the laptop next to her. She then placed it right in the middle of the table. There was a clear picture of two students in the toilet looking at each other so close. What surprised me was the condition of the man who was not wearing any top.

Ayana's eyes widened at the portrait. One hand raised to cover her mouth because she didn't expect it. While the man in front of her tightened his jaw with a feeling of holding back anger.

"What is the meaning of this? Why are we being treated to such embarrassing photos?" Banu, Ayana's father who felt uncomfortable immediately asked in a sarcastic tone.

"Maybe we can just ask the person directly," said Mrs. Mira, trying to be as calm as possible. "Now can you explain why you did that?" She asked pointing to Ayana and Rayyan, sixth-semester students who will soon be graduating.

Mrs. Mira herself received the news from the students who were increasingly spreading in every corner of the campus. How could you not be excited if that causing trouble is the only child of the owner of a textile company, Rayyan Agam Laksmana. The man is a business major who is predicted to soon succeed in his father's company, Sagasco company.

"Sorry, ma'am. But it was just a photo and the two of us didn't do anything," Rayyan replied.

"Mr. Rayyan, can your answer be trusted? If Mr. Roy knew he could scold you." Reza, Rayyan's assistant, pointed at the picture on the laptop, wanting to make sure.

"I didn't do anything to her, ma'am. She entered the wrong toilet, and I just wanted to warn her. It also happened that I was in a situation when I wanted to change clothes after exercising," explained Rayyan seriously.

"How about it, Ayana? Is what Rayyan said true?" Mrs. Mira turned her gaze to Ayana who already received looks of disbelief from Ghani and Banu.

The girl nodded slowly, then answered, "Yes, ma'am. What he said was indeed the truth. It didn't happen as you imagined. This was purely my negligence because I entered the wrong toilet. And he... just reprimanded me," she explained.

"Then I will believe?" said Mrs. Mira.

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