Leads Me To You

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.

Modern Crime Revenge

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"I always believe that the sky is the beginning of the limit"

–MC Hammer

Elisa POV

The sun gleamed for a new day as it hurriedly chased away the lone dawn with a waft of lethargic lingering around; I made my way to the bathroom. Everything happened in the brisk of time. I couldn't imagine waking up in a different house with different people. The nervousness brewing within me and the uncertainty taunting me, I knew it would be a hell of a day.

Everything felt a mere mirage, I was deeply cuddled in my make shift cocoon refusing anyone to enter. I was scared to embrace the precariousness but I knew I had to brace myself. I knew I had to tear those uncertainties and come out of the cocoon as a beguiling butterfly. I knew I had to extend my hand and pull myself from this variability and welcome this new experience. "I can do it!" I said approaching the marble made basin.

The mirror stood straight and almighty reflecting my ghostly appearance, taking my favorite purple tooth brush and adding a bean sized tooth paste, I vigorously brushed my teeth to perfection. I moved my hand in a circular movement as instructed by the dentist and rubbed each and every corner of my mouth. With a satisfying gargle, I spat the unwanted water in the basin and approached the glister Listerine. I grinned widely examining whether my art of brushing was impeccable or not, after agreeing with my work I held my hair into a high pony tail and washed my face with immense care.

My room was small but it has its own comfy and beauty, with a small bed placed centrally and a small book shelf adjacent to it, it perfectly matched the stereotypical room of a college student. My bed was covered with my favorite minion cover and it had its own pillow cover that had a grinning Kevin on it.

I couldn't stop awing at Kevin and only heaven knows how much I was into him. My closet was neat and organized with the upper deck filled with unwanted card boxes and the respective deck with pants, shirts and etc. I grabbed my favorite white T shirt that had "Love yourself" print and a skinny jean that accentuated my chubby thigh and butt.

Concurring my fashion sense I headed off to the kitchen and for a reminder I was sharing a room with a girl who was from Russia but she was never home so most of the time the house was just left for me. The kitchen was spacious and well equipped with utensils placed in their respective place. The fridge was the apple of this kitchen because it was always filled to brim by the house keeper.

The housekeeper lady was kind and she had that motherly aura surrounded her which made me comfortable and happy. She seemed to be in her late fifties with white hair securely bounded to a bun and a large sweater and skirt adorning her body. She was pretty for her age and I really loved being with her. "The breakfast is ready and hope you enjoy it, " she said.

"Thank you for the hospitality and may I know your name?" I asked her with a smile. "Sorry for being forgetful and yes my name is Susan Smith and you can call me Susan, " she replied me in her loving voice. "I will enjoy the breakfast Susan and I am Elisa Dawson but you can call me Elle "I said. She gave me a warm smile and left.

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