Married To My Exs Brother

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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Beginning

Selena Cortez

"I'm excited for Señorito's arrival!" Clara said, almost yelling. I smiled at her and continued to arrange the ingredients needed for Miss Sanya's cooking.

"I haven't seen him for a long time," she added, what about me? I haven't even seen him yet. I wanted to answer her but I didn't want to spoil her imagination of Señorito so I just let it go.

"You know what Selena, he's not just super good looking! He's also kind! Like he treats us like a family member!" She said excitedly as she started to slicing an onion, without looking what she’s slicing. Now, I am starting to get worried, she might cut her hand if she doesn’t focus on slicing the onions!

"Lena! Clara! Where are the ingredients I’m asking you guys to cut?! You girls should be focusing on your task! Were in a rush! Stop gossiping so your work won’t take longer!" Miss Sanya said gruffly. I sighed and did what she asked us to do.

Clara and I looked at each other as I whisper to her,

“Let's just focus on slicing everything first.” She nod as a response and….

"Here you go!" I said after a few minutes as I hand her the big plate of diced onions.

"Once we’re done with the other ingredients, I'll take it here again." I said to Miss Sanya and she nodded in response. After awhile again,

“Here you go Miss Sanya…" I put down two big plates again in front of her, full of sliced bell pepper and peeled garlic.

"Lena, remember, you have a lot to do at the ranch so don't gossip too much with Clara!" She reminded me before I could completely leave on where she is cooking.

"Yes, I know Miss…" I simple answered her, so the conversation will end and I can go back to Clara.

The thing is I’m not really working here in the kitchen, so some of the chores to here are not familiar. I actually work at the Rancho with the horses in the stable. It just so happens that today Celestine and Samantha are not here, because they have school and base on what I heard it’s their exam day.

And since there is not much to do at the ranch as of the moment, instead of my mother coming here to help prepare the meals, and I want her to rest at home with my father, I volunteer myself to help miss Sanya and Clara.

I also want to see Clara, cause she’s not only my workmate at the mansion, we’re from the same school and also classmates. We are both in Grade 10, but we hardly see each other here at the Saavedras' mansion, like what I had mentioned I am stationed at the ranch while Clara stays here in the kitchen, that’s why I am trying to grab this opportunity to catch up with her however Miss Sanya’s eye is with us. Boo! Party pooper!

Well anyway I understand why though, there's still a lot of work to do since the arrival of Señorito's is a big event. Señorito only visits here once in a blue moon and people working here really looks excited with his arrival.

"LENA!" I turned to the person who called me, his voice sounds familiar and when I saw him my eyes widen in surprise.

“Marco!” I shout back as I wave at him as he continues to walk inside the kitchen as well. Marco is one of my co-workers at the hacienda slash childhood friend slash my schoolmate as well but he is three years older than me.

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