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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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ARCHISHA

I was walking home from the market when suddenly a car running on full speed splashed me mud all over my dress.

mother just got me this dress yesterday and now it's ruined thanks to the idiot who just couldn't drive properly. I gently dropped the bag containing the foodstuffs on the ground as I stared at my dress wondering what next to do. I bit my lips in anger trying to process what just happened and how I'm supposed to continue the rest of the journey home looking like someone who just danced in the mud.

The car came to a halt few metres from where I stood and the door flew open only to reveal a man probably in his Mid-forties. staring at him, I could tell that he looks somehow sorry and terrified at the same time.

"I'm so sorry miss. I didn't mean to ruin your dress. Master told me to drive really fast and I was only following the instructions given to me" he explained with both hands clasped together. I felt my anger subside as I took pity on him.

"It's okay sir. I will be fine. don't worry about me" I said trying to sound as calm as I can possibly be.

"Maybe I should pay for the dress" he said pulling out some money from his shirt.

"No you don't have to do that" I gently pushed his hand away "you are an older person and you've already apologized so there's no need for that"

"thank you–"

"What are you still doing there?" a voice startled us making the man yelp in fear. "I'm supposed to be home and you're there exchanging pleasantries. what if I fire you this instant" he yelled

The man quickly got on his knees pleading for mercy "please don't fire me sir"

"How rude" I found myself saying. he darted his eyes at me

"Excuse me?"

"How can you be so mean? he already apologized and you don't want to hear any of it. is this how you were raised?" I raised my voice a bit louder so he can hear me.

"maybe you didn't grow up in India but every Indian child knows that it's a duty of a child to respect an elder" I yelled

"just keep quiet. I wasn't talking to you so you don't have to interfere"

"oh really, we weren't talking to you either. you were the one who put him in this mess in the first place. if you hadn't told him to drive faster then maybe he won't be here apologising for your mistakes." I rant on.

"Listen to me miss. you don't know who I am"

"and I don't care to know either. it's not like you can change the law with your money. and it's not like you can keep my mouth shut with it either." I say picking up my groceries from the ground.

"Is this how Indian women are raised?" he muttered to himself but loud enough for me to hear

"If speaking the truth and putting a rascal in his place is called disrespect in your books then yes, that's how we are raised and I am very disrespectful and if you try to fire this man, I will file a complaint in the station and get you arrested" I threatened

he shot me a deadly stare

"Are you threatening me?"

"yes" I replied "and don't you think I don't have proof. I will simply show this dress to the police and tell them that you ran me over with your car. then we'll see who gets the last laugh" I smirked. feeling defeated, he rushed inside his car and closed the door.

"thank you my child. may the Almighty bless you." he said gently patting my head.

"You should go. he won't try anything stupid" I assured him and he left with a smile. I walked away catching a glimpse of his face again as the car drove away.

SHAURYA

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