Married To The Ruthless

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

EMILY'S POV.

My heart was already in my hand by now. My sweaty folded palms did nothing to decrease its fast palpitations. My heart was beating so fast; I was so scared, not because I did anything bad but because I knew how much my father was relying on my step-sister and I to win this contract.

I spent weeks and endless hours preparing my presentations. I watched as my step sister, Samantha, started her presentation effortlessly. I just hope I wouldn't forget everything I prepared. It would be a total waste of time.

Just when I was still pondering over how easy I fidget and forget things were my ears more inclined to pick what Samantha was saying. How long had I been distracted? Everything Samantha was saying was my presentation! My teary gland was instantly stimulated. My vision was hazy because of the tears that already formed in my eyes.

I threw a quick glance at my dad. My heart shattered a million times as I saw the proud smile and expression my dad gave Samantha. It was even more heartbreaking when I saw the awe at which the board of directors threw at Samantha at intervals as she made valid points.

What was I going to say? I let the tears dropped freely when I recollected all it took me to gather my facts and how much it told on my daily routine. Soon, the board of directors were all applauding Samantha impressively with shock on their faces. I had prepared that presentation like it was my mission on earth.

“That was indeed powerful!” Another round of applause echoed.

“Miss Emily you can now proceed with your presentation”

Wait. What?

I was so disheveled. It was so hard to comport myself mentally and emotionally. I slowly used my handkerchief to wipe my tears and took slow steps to the projector. What the hell was I going to say!

“Good day everyone. I am Emily Donovan. Partnering with us wou-ld not…..”. And that was all it took for me to break down totally. I've just embarrassed myself but I cared less. I felt so hurt and used.

“What is wrong Miss Emily?” A man asked. I gave a negative nod and ran out of the room. I went straight into the convenience and cried my pairs out. Why would she do this to me? Just why?

After tearing up for a while, I washed my face and went back. Just as I was going to twist the knob did it open revealing excited Samantha.

“We won the contract!” She jumped.

“How dare you?” I dragged her to me.

“What did I do this time?” She asked innocently. I forgot to also add that she's an innocent devil.

“You still live up to your title of being an innocent devil. How dare you steal my presentation!” I screamed crying again caring not that I had just dried my tears.

“Well, does it matter? We won the contract, didn't we?” She asked disconnecting my grip on her.

Just then, dad came out and gave Samantha a quick hug.

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