TAMING THE DRAGON

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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Daphne POV

If there was a wishing tree in the middle of the woods, that tree would be tired of me and wilter itself. Because, at this point, there's a wish I desperately want.

To disappear from the surface of the earth. Only if the goddess can grant this wish instead of my imaginary wishing tree.

"Daphne, I swear, I'm going to kill you!" Ivy yelled from where she was. I heard her calling my name countless number of times, but, I rather pretend to be deaf. I bent, picking the flowers from the garden behind the palace.

Who plucks flowers at night?

"Daphne! Where the hell is that dimwit?!" Ivy yelled again. This time, her voice was louder. She's getting close by. I sprung up, holding the pretty flowers in my hands. Immediately, she appeared in front of me, wearing her beautiful royal gown with her face filled with make up. She was trying to look pretty and impress the prince.

"Your flowers, my lady. I made sure to pick the best for you" I lowered my head in respect. She grabbed them from my hand and squeezed her face, looking like she was going to explode.

"What took you so long to answer my call? How dare you disrespect the future queen of this pack?" She asked, growling. She exposed her gold eyes in the process, just to scare me. Well, it doesn't work on me anymore because she wasn't using it to scare me. She was using it to make me jealous.

I tried to wear a soft smile.

"Why will I ever disrespect you? I'm born to respect and serve you" I bowed my head.

She raised her head proudly after I said that. She love when I say that. It's like her weak point. She turned to the maids behind her and hand the flowers to them.

"Take them inside and prepare it for my crown. The prince will love it on me" she said.

"Yes, my lady!" They chorused and left. Now, we are alone in the small garden. Her sharp glare tore my skin like an arrow.

"You're 18 already, you haven't still seen your wolf?" She asked.

"I believe it will come later my lady" I said, still bowing my head. She scoffed and walked closer to me. On her face was a mocking smile.

"I got my wolf the day I clocked 18. Why is yours different?" She asked.

"It's natural, my lady" I replied with an annoyed tone.

"You don't have to act like you respect me Daphne. I know it's all an act. Deep down, you wish to kill me and everyone for hurting you. You're my sister" She said. I rolled my eyes and raised my head to stare at her. I hate when she talks about sister and family. It annoys me, especially when it reminds me of what dad did to me fourteen years ago. He gifted me to His majesty for a mistake he did in the past. Not my sister, nor my brother.... But me!

"I have work to do, excuse me" I said and walked away. She grabbed my hand and pulled me back.

"Tell me, what does the prince do whenever I'm not around? Does he invite other girls over?"

Swiftly, I pulled my hand from her soft grip. That's not a question for me to answer. All the prince ever did was to treat me like trash. He doesn't care how I feel.

"Why don't you ask him yourself? You're his future mate after all"

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