MY BF’S BF

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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ALEX’S POV

"Sis pretty please, will you help me to asked Bryan if he already have a new girlfriend?" My best friend Liz said with matching puppy eyes.

I just rolled my eyes on her. "Will you please stop?! You are the one who broke up with him remember? Then you are acting like that!"

Last month, Liz broke up with Bryan and she did not tell me what happen and the reason why she broke up with him. And no matter how many times I asked her, she keep on saying that "it did not workout." She didn't want to elaborate it anymore. This was the reason why I'm a bit confused why she keeps on convincing me to asked Bryan about his love life.

It was not surprising why Liz chose me to asked Bryan about his love life because I got close to Bryan since the day Liz introduced him to me.

I am really comfortable with guys. Maybe the reason why I can go easily with them. Same with the boyfriend of some of my friends. Maybe because I'm one of the boys. Sometimes people misinterpret my closeness with them. Maybe that was the reason why their ex boyfriend thought that they like me and even wanted to court me.

Yes. It always ended up like that, but I never entertained anyone. And because of that I lose some of my friends.

I actually had a huge crush on Bryan before, but I removed him from my crush lists when Liz introduced him to me as her boyfriend.

She pouted like a child and started to throw tantrums. Liz do you really think that you are a child and you act like that?

I sighed and gave up. "Okay fine. I know that you will not stop pestering me."

After I said that, Liz went to me and hug me. "Yehey! Thanks sis your the best!"

I just rolled my eyes and got my phone to text Bryan.

To: Grandpa

'Hey Grandpa do you have a new girlfriend now?'

I texted him. I'm a straight to the point type of person. I don't want to beat around the bush. There were times that people get shocked with my straightforwardness. I shrugged them off. I hate plastic. For me what you see is what you get. But don't get me wrong, I can still filter the things that is coming out from my mouth. I sometimes become sensitive with other's feelings too.

"Omg sis! You are too straight forward. You should have asked his condition first before you asked him about that. He might think that I'm the one who asked you to asked him."

I rolled my eyes. "Isn't that the truth?"

"Errr... even if it’s true, he should not find it out. He might find it weird because I was the one who break up with him but it looks like I'm the one chasing him." She reasoned out.

"I also thought the same. Why did you break up with him when it was so obvious that you still like him?” I asked her for the nth time.

She did not answer me. I sighed and said. "Well you know that I hate beating around the bush."

In just a few minutes, Bryan texted me back. It looks like my grandpa was not busy. I call him grandpa as my endearment to him.

Liz and I read his text.

From: Grandpa

'Yes. Why?'

I looked at Liz. I can see confusion and sadness in her eyes. Well even I was quite surprised of his answer because I thought that he doesn't have a girlfriend.

"You okay?" I asked a bit worried.

She nodded and gave me a forced smile.

"So what now? He said that he already has a girlfriend?"

"Yes I know."

"Why did you break up with him in the first place?!" I asked her again hoping that she will tell me what really happened.

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