Mr CEO Used Innocent Girlfriend

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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Halle's POV

"Sometimes I wish I never took that wrong turn, it's funny how one turn can alter the course of your entire life"

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Life has never been easy for me, I learned to take up responsibility ever since I was a kid. It has mostly been me and my mom, my father isn't dead, quite the contrary he is alive and locked up for twenty years.

My dad is a good man, he was just at the wrong place at the wrong time. Growing up, I have heard stories of people wrongfully incarcerated and I sometimes felt they were nothing more than tales, how do you go to jail for a crime you are innocent of, then when the judge at the court who looked Canadian read the verdict from the jury.

"On the count of illegal possession of firearms, assault, and battery, and involuntary manslaughter, the jury thereby find Mr. Cameron Jackson guilty and sentenced him to 20years in prison with no parole"

Those were the words that changed my life forever. I was just fourteen when my dad was unlawfully convicted and I saw my mother break down and lose touch with who she was. My father was the love of her life—he still is and as they say; love changes people.

It changed my mother, we weren't rich but we were contended and we made an honest living. My mum worked as a cleaner at one of the richest billionaires in town, house. We were so happy when she got the job through a friend because it would help me concentrate more in school and I would only take a weekend part-time job. I had just gotten admitted into the university and I needed a lot of money to pay for my tuition fees and course materials. We used all the money my mom got from her job to pay for my tuition and the money I got from my part-time job to feed—we barely had any money to spare.

"Halle, are you sure you should miss class today," my mother said coughing, she had been having the flu for days and had missed work two days in a row.

"Mum if I don't go you will be fired and where else do we get the money to pay for my fee to go to school," I replied, biting my lips slightly. I was tense because I didn't know the first thing about being a cleaner. But Mrs. Clara, my mum's colleague and fellow housekeeper at the cruise mansion had called us yesterday and warned us if my mum didn't come in today, she would be fired, informing us that the head housekeeper was already asking about her whereabouts. I tried to explain to her how my mum's health has tremendously declined over the last three days and wouldn't make it to the bus station if she even tried.

"Then fill in for her," Mrs. Clara had suggested.

Now here I was dressed up to go for a cleaning job I had no idea whatsoever about.

"Remember, you need to__"

"Mum I am not a kid, I know how to clean a house" I interrupted her saying, "Just focus on getting better so that you can resume work and I do not have to miss class again"

"Okay darling I would, would Seth be dropping you there?" She asked.

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