The Man Behind My Mysteries

The Billionaire's Secret Triplets: Mom's Revenge

HONEY MULLINS

Six years ago, I was a naive girl sold by my father to the powerful Sanders estate, only to be tossed onto the streets after a brutal assault they labeled "marital infidelity." I fled the country pregnant and broken, hiding from the shadow of a husband I had never even met. Now, I've returned to New York with my triplets to sign the final divorce papers and disappear forever. But Archibald Sanders-the man I was told was a crippled recluse-intercepted us with the cold precision of a predator. He didn't see the woman his family destroyed; he saw a gold-digger who had shamed his name. His security team hunted us to a grimy motel, using tactical force to snatch my children away and drag me to his glass-walled empire. In his office, he loomed over me, demanding a DNA test and threatening to throw me in prison while my babies were lost to the foster system. He was convinced I'd cheated, yet he stared at my sons with a haunting confusion, unable to ignore the stormy blue eyes that were a perfect mirror of his own. I stood there, paralyzed by his scent-the sharp tang of rain and expensive leather that triggered the icy dread of my worst nightmares. How could he accuse me of betrayal when he felt exactly like the monster who had shattered my life in that dark hotel room? "I'll sign anything," I sobbed, "just give me my kids." But the game changed when my five-year-old son hacked the tower's security, holding the skyscraper hostage to save me. In the chaos, a fragile, silent boy-Archibald's secret son-wandered into the room and reached for me as if I were his missing soul. Archibald's face turned to stone as he tore up the agreement and locked the doors. "Until I find out why my son is looking at you like that," he growled, "you aren't going anywhere."

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AUTHOR's NOTE

This story is purely fictional. All contents such as names, places and incedents inside this story is purely out of wild imagination only. And if theres any resemblance to other story or actual events are not ententional.

English is not my frirst language and not my expertice. If you encounter some errors such as grammar and typos, I apologize but I'm trying to improve it.

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'GOD please guide me for what I am going to do now, for the sake of my sister this is for her. You take care of me Dear God.' I closed my eyes as I silently pray. We are now entering into the place where the person I am going to serve for the whole night is waiting for me. The person who bought me.

I was scorted by one of the organization's staff. It was very hard for me to step on my foot because of the nervousness, and the speed of my heart beat that I could not understand.

"Miss are you okey?" The man who is with me now asked. I looked at him and just nodded. Maybe he sensed how I felt right now. We are not allowed to talk to the person who are going to scort us. It is forbidden, except to the event organizer. Because that's the organizations tight rules.

And his voice and appearance are so scary, he looks like a goons with the villains in the movie. I just toke a deep sigh.

Little did I know, we already stopped in front of the elevator. And it soon opened and we entered immidiately. I coudn't help but to look at my reflection on the elevator wall, as if it were a mirror.

I could not barely recognize my self, they made me so beautiful. They let me wear a black lace see through night dress that was up to half of my thighs. Which to match the color of my skin. I am not very white but also not dark complection.

Although it was covered with silky black robe, which reached to the top of my knee. But I still look so sexy on it, and I match it with this three inches high heels sandal which further hightens my height five feet and six inches.

I also wore a lavander colored mask, sorrounded by a small, shiny stones. That fits on my pretty face, and almost covers half of my face.

I was little bit surprised by the sound of the elevator signal that means elevator were already reached the detination.

"Miss room P-A." He said to me when the elevatorr opened. I just nodded at him before stepping out.

I roamed my eyes around and stepped to find the said room. I saw it easily, because there were only two doors on this floor.

One was the fire exit were at the end, and the other was the door I was going to. That almost occupied half of this floor, because the half was the waiting and rest area.

I was already in front of the door, a few more times I raised my hand to press the doorbell. My chest was about to explode with the extreme of nervousness I was feeling right now.

I took a deep breath before I decided to press it. Soon the door opened, and a man standing in front of me now. Who also wore a mask that was the color that I was wearing, but for him with the sense of masculine. His hazel brown color eyes are very sharp when staring and his nose were also sharp and pointed. And his lips are those kissable lips.

There is no denying that he is handsome. And OMG, the body swells and the muscles obviously are those well worked out.

There are small letters tattooed on the right of his chest, "Arch." And the abs are really like eight packs that are flattering. Because his half naked only.

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