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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.

Modern Crime Revenge

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I just graduated college in California and moved back to Washington.

I had only been back home for 2 weeks and already went on over 45 interviews. Unfortunately, I was not offered any of the positions as I was fresh out of college and didn't have much experience.

I was able to secure an interview with a well known tech company as a third assistant to the CEO. Even though this role was not associated with my degree, it got my foot in the door.

It still would not be an easy application. I only got the interview because my best friend works for the company in human resources and was able to pull some strings. I am technically not even qualified for this position but at this point I am applying to anything.

I sat in the waiting room for my interview.

"Ms. Tessa Jones, they are ready for you in the conference room."

"Thank you" I said as I walked past her and into the room.

This room was quite large and somewhat fancy. I immediately noticed two people sitting at the desk with a video camera setup. I could tell they sensed my confusion.

"Hello Ms. Jones. My name is Charles, and this is Julia. The interview will be videotaped as Grayson, the CEO cannot be here for the interview process. Are you ok with this?”

I have been on lots of interviews, and this was the first, but I will do anything to get a job at this point.

"Absolutely” I said as I sat down.

It was to the point, and I felt it went a little quicker than my other interviews. I didn't know if this was a good thing or a bad thing.

"We will be making the decision by Friday at 5pm and you will start first thing Monday morning. Will this be an issue?" Charles asked.

"I can start any time you need me!" With that, I left the building.

I text my friend Alyssa who works in the building to see if she could meet me for lunch.

Me: {Hey, just finished my interview. Can you meet downstairs at the café for lunch?}

Alyssa: {I will be right down!}

I grabbed a seat at a table and waited for her.

She walked in and yelled loudly "Tessa! How was it? Are you excited? I really hope we get to work in the same building!”

"It was short, and they told me that they would let me know by Friday at 5pm." I told her.

"Oh, but it's only Wednesday. You have to wait that long?" she asked.