The Lost Blood

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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"Brandon, Brandon, wake up, we are going to be late for our first class" Bruce called as he rushed into the bathroom to get ready,

Brandon lazily dragged himself out of bed, he gazed across the dorm room as a gentle smile appeared on his face, he was finally at the one and only Blue River Academy, the most prestigious and the best school in all of Eleanor. He and his childhood best friend, Bruce Devin both got admitted on scholarships, and coincidentally became dorm mates or so they thought.

Brandon waited for a few minutes before Bruce came out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist and one wrapped around his hair causing Brandon to chuckle,

"Don't say it" Bruce warned,

"Don't say what?" Brandon asked feigning innocence,

"Quit playing dumb, you know what I mean" Bruce replied,

"Oh you mean how you keep tying a turban in your hair that makes your head look like a croissant" Brandon teased with a grin,

"Come on man, that was ages ago, stop bringing it up" Bruce whined,

"But if I did that, who would tease you till your face became a tomato" Brandon replied grinning as he quickly slid into the bathroom before Bruce could find something to toss at him.

20 minutes later, they were walking along the hallway going to class while chatting,

"Hey, did you hear what happened to Rick?" Bruce asked,

"You mean Rick Bradson? no, why would I even want to hear anything about him, the guys a jerk" Brandon replied with an annoyed tone

When the school resumed, the freshers were given the first week off to explore and familiarize themselves with the school ground, it was during this period that Brandon and Bruce encountered Rick Bradson, he was a bully who picked on the scholarship students, he would insult their families, try to take their meals and even go as far as try to physically harm them knowing fully well, he wouldn't get punished, not just because his family was one of the schools most influential sponsors but also a noble house, no one from a poor background could go against them even if they had the best lawyers, no one stood up to him, the other nobles turned a blind eye to it, low status students avoided him like a plague, except for one, Brandon, he always stood up to Rick and due to him being amazing at Martial arts from elementary school, he always put Rick on his bottom.

"Not that I care but, what happened to him? Brandon asked,

"He was selected for a Mythic evolution program but there's news that he's no where to be found at the moment " Bruce replied,

"He's probably just hiding in one of his family's numerous properties around the area" Brandon replied with a flat tone,

"He's not, according to my update, his family said he never came home the previous day and no one has checked into any of their properties around the area" Bruce replied,

"So you are saying he's missing?" Brandon asked with a raised brow,

"That makes twelve of them now" Bruce said with a worried expression,

"Don't you think you are jumping to conclusions here, knowing you, it's probably hasn't been more than a day since you found out Rick was missing" Brandon attempted to cheer Bruce up'

"It's been 17 hours to be exact" Bruce announced proudly,

"Wow, you're totally going to awaken as a Techno mage with an affinity for lightning" Brandon said as he raised his hand to give Bruce a high five,

"Yeah, probably but I'm still so curious about what you might awaken as" Bruce replied as his hand met Brandon's,

"If only I knew my parents, I would probably have an idea" Brandon said with a sad sigh,

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