Secret Triplets: The Billionaire's Second Chance

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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Hello My Lovely Readers and Welcome to the first book in the Billionaire Baby Love Story Series AKA my first novel ever written.

I do realize there are a lot of grammatical errors so please bear with me and I promise I will fix them but if you are one of those people who can't stand it then by all means necessary please leave because I don't want any rude, snarky remarks about it.

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Ethan's POV

I thought I had everything I wanted, everything I desired from this world and never once was it money or success or even power it was the beautiful women I was married to.The women I could stare hours at and never once get bored.I believed she was without a single flaw but like everything one on this earth she contained many flaws.Flaws that I was too blinded by what I thought was love to see and like most people, no matter how many warnings I was given I had to see it to believe it.

We were on vacation for the summer at our home in the country not too far from the valley in California.It was a family tradition that my great great grandfather managed to create when he first began the family wine business in our fields in order to celebrate the years earning's.

Though the day was similar to any other day we were on vacation my father had created a large gathering to celebrate handing over the company key.There were many successful individuals from all over the world some I have not even seen but like my father says a great businessman or women make many allies and little to none enemies.So I understood why he invited them. My wife Diana, my mother, sister Mary and her son Kenan were all there of course.

The tapping of a spoon on a champagne glass by my father brought the rowdy crowd to silence, " Hello everyone we are all gathered here as you know so I could hand over the company key to my son Ethan Scott."The applause began shortly after my father stepped away from the microphone to pick up the box of the key and so I walked up to him."Thank you for sharing this lovely evening with my family."He smiled while handing the box to me and I was quick to accept and then walk back to the table where my family was situated at.

"You know this family would be complete if you and Diana had a child."My mother began and Diana's figure tensed.

Oh, fantastic as always she couldn't leave anything at peace.

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