The Presidents Sanctions

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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The thunderstorm screaming through the clouds worried him.

It was a sunny afternoon... Where did the thunderstorm come from?

Calvin could tell it was a bad Omen.

He needed to see his son Immediately, cause only his son was ill.

But all he gets is a shock!

His eyes sees as his clothes and belongings were being destroyed and thrown outside.

He suspected a robbery but the mansion he and his family occupied had too much security Available to protect his wife and son.

Although by the look of things… It seems like a meeting was being held in his home, but destroying his properties was something he could not understand clearly till he reached.

"Why are you destroying my things?" Calvin asked as he looked at the security man who didn't speak a word to him.

"Pow!" He grabs one, slamming him to the ground before rooting the second and punching the third causing the men to fear.

"Are you mad! Who gave you the order to raid my things!?" Calvin fires at the injured man.

"Your wife gave the order!" The man answered before Calvin heard a loud cry from the house.

"I need my inhaler!" He heard faintly from the house before he rushed in to find his son over the staircase, struggling for his life.

Calvin's heart began to pound so hard as he grabbed his son to himself before he immediately searched through the stairs for his inhaler, as panic hit him hard.

"Austin, where is your inhaler?" He asked his child who was convulsing for his life as his tears began to rush out from his eyes.

He leaves son and immediately begins to scatter through the room to find the inhaler but he couldn't find it and this made him more worried as he knew he was running out of time, since Austin's life was at stake.

“Sunil, our son!” Calvin screamed for the help of his wife as he carried his child over his arms rushing through the stairs till he reached downstairs searching for the inhaler and his wife who was nowhere to be found.

“Sunil!” He shouted out his wife's name over and over again, only for him to see her, walking out to him, so calming in a crop show-Back top, acting uneven to his panicked reactions to save his son.

She looked at her husband and all she wanted was for him to Disappear from her life.

“I couldn't find his inhaler, it seems he has been choking, let's rush him to the hospital.” Calvin said to her as he rushed towards his car.

"Why should I care?" His wife fired at him.

"What!?" Calvin asked, shocked.

"Can't you see he is dying! Hold him, I need your car keys!" Calvin said to his wife as she turned to walk away from him and Austin.

"I need you to get out for good! Or you will hate what I will do to you!" Sunil threatened as Calvin stared at his wife shaking.

"Sunil! It's our son, I am talking about!" Calvin said as he forcefully removed the keys from her hand, collecting Austin which she held like her child had become a luggage, then she followed him out, yelling for him to return the car keys he took from her.

"Allow me to take my son for treatment!" Calvin said as he placed his son in the back seat, with Sunil entering the car as well as Calvin drove straight to the hospital.

Immediately they reached, he got out of his wife's car and handed her back her key as tears filled his eyes seeing how much his wife was disappointing him right before his face.

“You better keep breathing son! I can't lose you now.” Calvin begged his son over the patient bed that was brought to rush him into the patient room, as Calvin followed the attendants watching through the glass wall.

Calvin watches as the doctor places an inhaler over Austin before falling to his knees molding his hand into a hard punch as tries to control his fear whilst holding onto his long sleeve so hard that the buttons flew off its holds.

The doctor attending to his son walks out to meet Calvin, taking him where to sit.

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