Rejected Love

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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** A group of teenage boys were walking down the road. There were six of them. Each having had great fun from the party they just presented to their dear friend, Kane, on his eighteenth birthday that night. They were all returning home after having spent a marvelous time together. Their friendship was something special. They were best friends, more like brothers. But no one knew what was going to happen in the next moment.

It was about midnight and the route back to their home was quiet and deserted. However, they had nothing to worry about as long as they were together. They were laughing and cracking stupid jokes at each other when a man in a black hood suddenly appeared in front of them. They were startled by the sudden appearance of the stranger.

The boys glanced at each other, a sense of fear gnawing at their hearts.

"Hey, man! Do you need any help?" After much hesitation, Sandy, the eldest one of the boys stepped towards the mysterious person. The man lifted his head towards them so that now his glowing red eyes were on show. As soon as Sandy saw those horrific eyes, he took frightened steps back, so did the others. But it was too late to escape now. Two more men came up from behind them and snapped the necks of the two who were at the back of the group of now frightened boys.

The other four boys turned towards the now lifeless bodies of their pals and tears brimmed the edge of their eyes. Adrenaline rushed through their veins as their life flashed before their eyes.

"What are you?" Sandy cried out in utter terror. He could feel himself and his friends shaking with fear. The man smirked evilly. His face looked murderous.

"Your death!" He lunged for Sandy, whilst the other two vampires caught the other two boys and sank their fangs in their necks in the beat of a heart. The only one left now was Kane and he didn't know what to do. Tears were rolling down his face as he watched the vampire, who was going to be his death, coming towards him.

The vampire gripped him by his slender throat and brought him near his mouth to sink his horrible looking fangs inside his neck and quench his thirst for blood. But at the same time, someone shouted from a distance.

"Stop!"

The vampire, who had gripped Kane by his neck, loosened his hold and faced the other person. Another ruthlessly evil smile spread through his hideous features.

"Oh, Bryson! What a pleasant surprise. Are you here for a late-night snack too?" He snarled, more like hissed in a hoarse voice. The man, whose name was Bryson, clenched his jaw tightly to control his anger which wasn't helping seeing the bastard in front of him. Bryson said through gritted teeth. "Leave the boy alone!"

"Try me." With that, he dug his elongated fangs deep into Kane's neck and extreme pain spread through his body. **

I woke up with a start breathing heavily. My hair was messed up and my eyes were giving the darkest shade of red probably with the anger and agony. Again the same dream. The nightmare.

Yes, nightmare! It was a memory in the form of a nightmare of the night I lost everything, my friends, my family, and even my life.

You must be thinking, if I’m already dead then how am I telling you this. I'm a vampire. A strong but alone vampire, who has nothing to lose and the people who have nothing to lose are the most dangerous beings.

I hate weak and pathetic beings because I was once one of them and that's why I have been punished and lost everything.

Being immortal could indeed be considered as a punishment. To live for eternity but with no one beside you.

To see every beloved dying but not being able to promise them a reunion because you're immortal. To remember their deaths for eternity. To remember your mistakes and regret them all your never-ending life. Seeing flowers bloom in spring and then see them fade into nothing during winter.

Bryson once told me that every vampire has a mate, who is supposed to accompany them for eternity, to fill the lonely and empty gap in their lives and dead hearts. They are your soul mates, basically your other half. But I don't need a mate. In my opinion, they will only make me weak and pathetic. I don't need anyone! No one!

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