The Millionaires Serendipity A Tale of Love and Fate

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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Author's POV

He pinned her to the wall making her gasp in shock, her breath hitched seeing her dark black hooded eyes.

She knows he's not in the mood to listen to her. It was one of those moments, where he only talks through his actions. As much as the thought of him made her jump out of excitement it also filled her with fear, fear of not being able to deny him this time.

Caging her between the wall and his strong arms, he slowly leaned in making his hot breaths fall on her face.

She gulped her saliva to hydrate her dry throat, gathering herself and she spoke “ Rishi….” but it came out as a bare whisper.

No matter how she pulls herself strong in front of him, but his one single look can make her weak on her knees.

“ hmm “ he hummed as a response, but his eyes were stuck to her lips.

“ I'm getting late, let me go “ this time she said in one go, averting her daze from him.

Rishi, placed his both hands either sides of her protectively and said “ Go, who’s stopping you”

She looked either side of her indicating his arms, it was getting hard for her to stay in that position, he was so close to her. Their chests were just inches apart from touching each other.

“ your hands “ she pointed at his arms, looking down. Because the more she looks into his eyes, the more weak she feels.

Rishi smirked, and leaned towards her left side ear “ do you really want to go ?” he husked those words in her ear making goosebumps arrive on her skin.

Her heartbeats raised rapidly, looking up at him she gave a nervous smile “ i'm ... .get ... .getting…late “ she stammered on her words as he began to trace his thumb on her cheeks lovingly while looking into her eyes intensely.

The smirk got wide as he saw how his little actions affected her on a big level, “ you know how hard it is for me to stop myself from sucking those pink petals like your lips . “ he said each word with passion and slow pace that she wanted to hide herself from him.

But what awestruck her was, the way he got away from her leaving a safe distance between them, leaving her from his cage. “ go, before I lose my control and take your lips into mine” he spoke with a smile playing around the corner of his lips.

She stood there blinking her eyes, not knowing what to do.of course she was anticipating a kiss, their first kiss right now. Even though she was hell shy to show that, she wanted him to kiss her. After all these days of lurking at his lips, she wanted to test how his lips felt against her. But his sudden withdrawal made her cry mentally.

She took a deep breath as she gathered her self confidence and “ kiss me” she herself couldn;t believe she actually said that.

But the next seconds he latched his lips on her, following a long moan.

And, that’s it.

Rishi opened his eyes, swearing the whole world along with himself.

“ fuck “ he breathed hard, gulping the whole jug of water in one go.

“ Stay away from me” he kept chanting, gazing in the darkness.

It wasn’t a nightmare, it was a piece of his past that’s not less than a nightmare for him. The girl he saw in his dream, is the girl he would never like to see in his life.

She was the girl that made his life miserable once.

Not wanting to go on a guilt trip, Rishi laid down again to complete his sleep. As it is the only way to divert his mind and heart from recalling-HER.

And he slept, deep and peaceful sleep that kept him away from her, for a short time.

Rishi's peaceful sleep got disturbed by his phone ringtone.

Peaking out his head from the white silk blanket his one arm searched for his phone, while another was busy rubbing his eyes to get rid of sleepy eyes.

Grabbing the phone which was continuously ringing, he attended it without looking at the caller ID as he was still trying to be in his senses where his eyes were automatically closing to get back to sleep. Again.

" Hmmhello " he casually spoke in a sleepy husky voice.

Hearing the other side's voice Rishi's eyes opened with a jerk, sitting straight on bed Rishi roamed his palms over his face and looked at the phone screen.

*Anbu* was the caller ID.

His eyes searched for the clock, 11:55 AM.

" Ohh shit " Rishi mumbled in a loud voice and cursed himself mentally for the sleepi- log.

It slipped from his mind that he had promised Anbu for a coffee date at 9:30 in the morning, all credits go to his manager who pressured him to submit the new art project data last night itself.

It was 3:10 AM when he wrapped up his work and went back to sleep.

Running his fingers on his morning messy hair Rishi spoke " hmm....hello, Anbu actually......i..." He was shuddering badly realising that he made her wait more than two hours.

He was a little bit tense expecting her reaction, of course, she will be angry at him. Who won't be? She took a day off just to have a coffee and a little heartfelt conversation with him.

It's been one month since their engagement. Yup, it's gonna be an arranged marriage for both of them. Both liked each other at first sight itself, yet only liking each other isn't enough to get married right?

So they decide to spend some time with each other before marriage, to know each other, to understand each other

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