Her Lycans Mate

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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Chapter 1

Third Person POV

“I've been looking forward to prom, and I can't imagine going with anyone but you. Would you like to be my date?” Lucas gazed at Selena, his puppy pleading to be fed.

There was an undeniable longing in his gaze, a silent plea for her attention and affection. His eyes spoke volumes, silently conveying the depth of his desire at that moment.

“Of course, how long I waited for you to ask,” Selena said as she leaned forward, feeling Lucas breathe on her face.

Time stood still as their lips met in a gentle, tender kiss. It started softly, a delicate exploration of each other's warmth. The kiss deepened, As Lucas's tongue gently traced the outline of Selena's lips, seeking entrance.

A surge of desire coursed through Selena's veins as she opened her mouth, granting him access. Their tongues met in a dance of sweet surrender, their mouths becoming a symphony of sensations. At that moment, they felt an electric connection, an undeniable chemistry that seemed to transcend the physical world.

Their kiss was a blend of innocence and passion, an intoxicating fusion of emotions that left them both breathless. As they finally broke apart, their foreheads resting against each other's, their eyes locked in a shared understanding.

“I've been waiting to do that for so long,” Lucas admitted, his voice filled with wonder.

Selena's lips curved into a blissful smile. “Me too,” she confessed, her eyes sparkling with newfound joy. She could hardly believe that this long-awaited moment had finally arrived. Every daydream, every stolen glance, and every flutter of her heart had led to this very moment. It was as if all the stars had aligned, granting her the wish she had secretly harbored.

“Alexa!” Selena's voice reverberated through the room, a mix of excitement and anticipation. Her hand gripped the doorknob tightly as she twisted it, flinging the door wide open with a burst of energy. Her eyes widened as they landed upon Alexa, who sat on her bed, a curious expression etched across her face.

“What happened?” Alexa asked, her voice laced with genuine curiosity as she watched Selena with an amused glint in her eyes.

A wide grin spread across Selena's face, her eyes sparkling with joy. “You won't believe who kissed me today!” she exclaimed, her voice carrying a mix of awe and disbelief.

“Someone kissed you?” Alexa asked, a hint of playful mockery lingering in her voice.

Breathing in deeply, Selena mustered the words, her voice filled with a proud undertone. “It was Lucas,” she declared, her tone reflecting the sense of accomplishment she felt. It was as if she had conquered her life's mission, and the pride in her voice was hard to miss.

“In your dreams,” Alexa responded, her laughter erupting spontaneously. A mixture of playful teasing and genuine disbelief. The idea of Lucas, reciprocating her feelings, seemed almost too good to be true.

Selena's face flushed with a mix of annoyance, She narrowed her eyes, meeting Alexa's gaze with a firm resolve. “You want a shoe flying at you next, right?” she retorted, her voice laced with a playful threat.

“No girl,” Alexa replied, chuckling. As her tone shifted to one of genuine curiosity.

“Wait, so you're serious? He really kissed you?” Her skepticism lingering in the air.

A surge of warmth spread across Selena's cheeks as she nodded earnestly. “Yes, Alexa, he really kissed me,” she affirmed, her voice filled with a mix of exhilaration and awe. The memory of his lips on hers flooded her mind, and a shiver of delight coursed through her.

The disbelief in Alexa's eyes gradually transformed into astonishment.

“He even asked me to be his date for prom,” she continued, her voice carrying a subtle tremor of excitement. The words hung in the air, laden with the weight of newfound happiness.

Alexa's eyes widened in response, her face a canvas of joy and surprise. “Woah, congrats, dear!” she exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine happiness. The room seemed to radiate with their shared jubilation, an eruption of pure elation that transcended their close friendship.

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