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The Billionaire's Secret Triplets: Mom's Revenge

HONEY MULLINS

Six years ago, I was a naive girl sold by my father to the powerful Sanders estate, only to be tossed onto the streets after a brutal assault they labeled "marital infidelity." I fled the country pregnant and broken, hiding from the shadow of a husband I had never even met. Now, I’ve returned to New York with my triplets to sign the final divorce papers and disappear forever. But Archibald Sanders—the man I was told was a crippled recluse—intercepted us with the cold precision of a predator. He didn't see the woman his family destroyed; he saw a gold-digger who had shamed his name. His security team hunted us to a grimy motel, using tactical force to snatch my children away and drag me to his glass-walled empire. In his office, he loomed over me, demanding a DNA test and threatening to throw me in prison while my babies were lost to the foster system. He was convinced I’d cheated, yet he stared at my sons with a haunting confusion, unable to ignore the stormy blue eyes that were a perfect mirror of his own. I stood there, paralyzed by his scent—the sharp tang of rain and expensive leather that triggered the icy dread of my worst nightmares. How could he accuse me of betrayal when he felt exactly like the monster who had shattered my life in that dark hotel room? "I'll sign anything," I sobbed, "just give me my kids." But the game changed when my five-year-old son hacked the tower’s security, holding the skyscraper hostage to save me. In the chaos, a fragile, silent boy—Archibald’s secret son—wandered into the room and reached for me as if I were his missing soul. Archibald’s face turned to stone as he tore up the agreement and locked the doors. "Until I find out why my son is looking at you like that," he growled, "you aren't going anywhere."

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Chapter 1.

SMITH

"My name is Smith Femi Akindele. I'm the twin brother to James Jimi Akindele. I'm from Lagos, Nigeria and I…"

James dragged my phone and ended my life video.

"What's that for?" I asked

"I know what you wanted to do. You wanted to announce to the whole world that we're leaving for London today" James said.

I rolled my eyes.

"So what's the bad thing there?" I snorted

Just when he was about to reply, Mum called.

"Smith and James"

"I guess breakfast is ready" James said and hurried off.

I sighed and followed him.

"James, your flight is by 12…so you need to hurry up so we can leave." Baba said in the dinning.

I and James exchanged puzzled glance.

I turned to Baba and asked; "Why did you specify James. I thought its suppose to be the both of us."

Baba shook his head, "not anymore".

Oh my God!

"What do you mean by not anymore!" I yelled and Baba shot me a hard glare.

"Sorry" I mumbled. He hates disrespect.

"Next time, if you ever yell at me. Trust me, you'll regret it" he said.

"Sorry Baba" James and I said.

Baba went back to his meal.

Mama was silent.

After a while, Baba said "Smith, your Mother and I have pondered about this and we think that it'll be best if we sent you both to different school. So you're no longer going to Cambridge. You'll be going to Harvard."

I stood up like someone possessed "That's not possible!" James and I screamed the same time.

Mama stared at us in shock.

"If is Harvard, then we are both going there. Same goes to Cambridge." James retorted.

"Have you guys lost your manner?" Baba questioned.

"The thing is that, there's no way I and James would be apart." I said.

Baba glared at Mama. "Talk to your boys." He said and left the table.

Mama looked at us with hurt in her eyes. "You guys are hurting your Dad"

I snorted "He's the one hurting us, he's trying to separate us"

"But is for your own good."

"How?" James asked.

"You won't understand" Mama said.

"Really? Is that what you have to say?" I yelled.

"James will be going to Cambridge today, While you'll be going to Harvard tomorrow. That's all I have to say" Mama said and stood up.

"No!!!" James yelled, he followed her as she walked away.

He was crying, cursing and pleading. He was screaming at Mama saying she planned all this. He accused her of trying to break the twin bond between us.

Then, he called her a witch.

*What?*

No one dare calls my mother a witch, not even my brother.

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