My Revenge With Mr Billionaire by Success M

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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As Dorothy Arnold awoke with aches throughout her body, she initially believed she was still dreaming. However, the persistent pain beneath her reminded her that everything from the previous night had truly happened.

Her efforts were not in vain, she finally had him, the man of supreme status who could help her enact her vengeance.

At this thought, she couldn't help but tightly clutch the quilt in her hands.

But how was she to face him later? After all, wasn't she a bit too... forceful with him last night?

Just when Dorothy was thinking so hard she felt her head might burst, there was a clattering noise...

The bathroom door opened, and it was accompanied by the soft sound of footsteps.

Jolted by the sound, Dorothy tensed up and gritted her teeth. Meaning to greet him, she tried to lift her head. Unexpectedly, she was on the couch, and with a bit of a lift, she tumbled right onto the floor.

That wasn't the most embarrassing part. The most embarrassing part was that she rolled twice on the carpet.

The footsteps halted abruptly.

Dorothy stopped as well, ending up right at the man's feet.

"Pfft--"

Hearing the man break into a mocking chuckle, Dorothy wished she could just die there and then.

"What a rush, pretty miss, can't wait to see me, huh? I feel so honored--"

Whose voice was that???

Dorothy suddenly paused, wasn't rumors said that he was cold, a giant iceberg who doesn't court women?

Why does his tone sound so... passionate?

Just when Dorothy was utterly confused, she suddenly felt a void beneath her, which startled her, and she hastily clung onto the neck of the man.

The man held her in a princess carry, looking down from a height, a cheeky smile gracing his lips.

Adam's apple bobbing slightly, he smiled with squinted eyes, "Miss Arnold, did you skip meals at home? You're so light."

That's when Dorothy finally realized something was off. Rumors were that he never has physical contact with anyone. She had spiked his drink last night, otherwise, he wouldn't have let her sleep willingly next to him.

However, after more than ten hours had elapsed, the effect of the drug should have worn off. Why would he voluntarily hold her?

Dorothy certainly didn't believe her charm was that potent!

Furrowing her eyebrows, Dorothy tentatively lifted her head slowly.

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