No More Love for You Mr Brooks

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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''No...." Jasmine screamed as she woke up with a start, her clothes were soaked with her sweat, her breathing was uneven, and she had tears rolling down her cheeks.

Every night isn't different from this particular night, and the dreams are not different from the same dream that woke her up; her losing her babies.

She clutched her heart as she recalled just how many times she's had a miscarriage because of the monster she was with; her mate.

Her life has never been easy. She's an orphan as she had lost her parents to the cruel hands of death at an early age, and she has no relatives...she has no one in this world except for herself.

The more she thought about how messed up her life is, the more the pain she felt in her heart became so intense; it was literally eating her up.

While she was still on her bed, weeping bitterly, the door to her bedroom was kicked open to reveal an angry looking Stephan. When Jasmine saw him standing at the doorway, her pain was instantly replaced with fear because she knows that when he has that look on his face, it doesn't always mean well for her.

"S... Stephan." She stuttered, her whole body trembling.

"Why hasn't my food been served yet!?" Stephan asked when he walked into her room.

Jasmine instantly looked at the wall clock, then she looked at Stephan again. "B...but it's just 4am." She replied.

Had she known what would happen after that, she never would have said anything because the moment those words left her mouth, Stephan angrily went to her and slapped her hard before roughly pulling her out of bed and shoving her hard to the floor.

"You seem to be forgetting your manners, girl. Never talk back to me!" He thundered. "You had better get to work, or you'll be getting more than just a slap from me." He threatened furiously.

Just as he was about to leave, Jasmine spoke up. "What have I ever done to you, Stephan?'' She demanded with tears streaming down her cheeks. "Why do you hate me so much? Why do you treat me this badly, even though I've always done everything to please you; to make you love me? What have I ever done to you?"

"You want to know what you've done, Jasmine?" Stephan asked. "Your existence alone annoys me." He spat. "The fact that I had to get mated to you...an omega, it makes my blood boil with so much rage. I hate you for being who you are. You disgust me. You're not befitting of the status you have right now. Not only that, but you do not deserve to be called my mate, so deal with it because this is your punishment for existing!" He spat bitterly.

Stephan roughly dragged her up from where she was on the floor, then he pushed her out of her room. "Now get to work, omega.'' He ordered before leaving.

The words Stephan said to her cut so deep into her heart, tripling the pain she felt. "Is it my fault that I was born, Stephen?" She questioned, staring at the direction he went. "I never chose to be born, nor did I pick my fate of being an omega. It was never my fault...."

"I didn't ask for any of this." She muttered.

Jasmine stood outside for a moment; crying. When she felt she was a bit better, she wiped off her tears and went to the kitchen to make breakfast for Stephan.

While cooking, Stephan mind linked her to serve him in his bedroom, so when she was done cooking, she served his food and took it to him.

Sadly, Jasmine had no idea what was waiting for her.

When she arrived at Stephan's room, she was about to place a knock on the door when she heard some sounds coming from his room, and her heart raced as she recognized those sounds.

Jasmine's hand trembled as she slowly opened the door and was faced with a shocking reality; Stephan making out with his mistress. The food fell from her hand and scattered on the floor, alerting both Stephan and his mistress.

When Stephan saw what had happened, his eyes darkened with rage. He angrily walked towards her and slapped her once more. "Are you stupid? What have you done? Look at the mess you've made!" He fumed.

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