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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.

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SOPHIA

I glanced at the clock and it was 9:30am

What??How long was I asleep??

I stand up from the bed,stretching myself.i really need to refreshing up I muttered to myself.

Yeah..it's breakfast time...

Good morning Mom and dad!!

I said taking my seat at the dining table and clapping my hands excitedly..

What did we have for breakfast dear..my dad said making me blush at his affection to his wife..I wonder if I can find a love like those two lovebirds. they're love is superb.

Mum and I set the dining table helping her with the little assistance I can render

Everyone started eating in silence, not until dad broke the silence

Emm..princess.. daddy called

Yes...kingie I said sweetly

Which made him smile at him..he continued"you know am a good father and will always find joy for you,you know I won't tamper your happiness"he said making me confusing."sure dad I know you are one of the sweetest dad no one can imagined of,I replied him staring at my mom for any clue why he's saying that but she isn't talking just staring at her meal.making me feel absurd

There was this contract I signed with Ryan company and they wanted to make it into a marriage contract ..I actually have signed the contract before knowing it's a marriage contract.but this contract cost alot of billions.he said rushing his words.

"But dad,that doesn't cost you anything.you can just look for a single employee in your company and matchmake them".I smile unconcerned.

Yes,that what I wanted to do but not until the contact says it should be from my family and that's You"dad said emphasizing on the you

Dad!!! I yelled, slamming the table making mom flinched back,what the hell is that?

Don't tell me it's true dad, marrying me off for a contract? That's impolite dad,You know what? Am outta of here.i said taking the stairs back to my room

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