Lilly the pixie

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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Little lily white

Hi, my name is lily, born on January first, or so i would like to think and today is my birthday........ And my wedding.

So let me tell you the story from the beginning

I'm originally a 32 year old modern girl, and as if being poor wasn't bad enough, i died at that exact age from car accident and when i thought that was the end, when i opened my eyes again i thought i would see two gates, like a gate for heaven and a gate for hell but all i saw was a ceiling, some old crappy ceiling that seemed to collapse if ever touched.

I tried to get up but it didn't seem like i had any strength in my body, was the accident that bad? am i paralyzed for life? is that ceiling the only thing i will ever see?

Amidst all this something caught my eyes, small hands of a baby stretched right in front of my eyes and it was moving, it took me a few more moves of that hand to realize that it is actually mine.

I wanted to scream out loud but what came out was a cry of a baby, and that made me cry for real.

A woman came in when she heard me, and i swear to god, i have never seen such a beautiful woman before, she held me in her arms and tried to sooth me and singing for me which made me calm down, at least for the time being, my kind and weak heart couldn't keep crying when that poor and beautiful woman was desperate to calm me.

And in the middle of this calm atmosphere, i had a chance to appreciate her beauty,

She was a beautiful woman with turquoise eyes and peachy cheeks, she had plump pink lips which were slightly darker than your average pink lips, hers were something between red and pink, she had a mole underneath her left eye and another one under her lips on the right side.

She had a bright blonde hair and thick eyelashes.

When she saw that I calmed down she smiled brightly at me, her smile was so radiant and beautiful that i couldn't help but reach and touch her lips, she looked touched and I could see her eyes tearing but she soon smiled even more brightly

I wanted to say "beautiful" but only blabbering of a baby came out, i looked her straight in the eyes and tried to say it once more but still the same result came out, i became dejected and decided to scream it out and what came out was "bawaaaaa", in conclusion, no understandable words.

I pouted my lips and when she saw my expression she laughed out loud, she said with tears in the corner of her eyes because of laughing hard "you sure are a busy body" "i have never seen a baby making these many expressions in one minute".

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