The moonbound Lunas revenge

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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Chapter One – Killer Wolves.

It wasn’t an ideal fishing weather and they had strayed past their village boundaries. But would Margaret listen?

Lydia tried convincing her second oldest sister that they could get in trouble for one, leaving the house without permission. Two, for coming to a forest’s river to fish.

The river was out of bound for fishing. But of course, Margaret won’t listen, she would rather begin yelling on how she always opposes her and is disrespectful to her and only respectful to Evelyn, their older sister.

Lydia turned to Evelyn, she was just quiet, not even trying to convince Margaret to forfeit the fishing.

“Fine, I’m leaving. If you two want, do as you like!” Lydia stomped off expecting her sisters to follow her.

Evelyn did and soon after Margaret. Of course, not without grumbling “She always opposes me”.

Lydia wanted to bring up a to brighten the mood but Margaret counted it.

“Stop wait” she stretched her both hands to stop her sisters. Margaret wanted to protest till her ears caught some growling sounds.

“Killer wolves!” Margaret suddenly shouted and began running, the others followed.

The very hungry wolf pack, which were just passing by, heard Margaret’s screams and began chasing the trail.

Margaret kept on screaming, it seemed to add strength to her legs. Lydia wanted to turn to see how far back the wolves were but her body only wanted to run.

All her strength went to her legs, even her heart got tired of beating profusely. She was almost passing out.

Evelyn noticed and grabbed hold of the rope she tied to her waist.

“On my count you hold me tight” she tied her axe to the rope. Lydia reduced her pace, her panting sounds were wearing off.

“Lydia stay with me, be strong honey. You should throw this axe to the next tree you come across. Climb up there and wait” Evelyn helped get hold the rope and ran faster to Margaret.

The increasing howls of the wolves made Lydia start up running faster again. The fishing was a bad idea, she knew it.

A tree was coming to sight. She forced her hands and begin swinging the top and the axe and she threw it across the tree.

It went round a branch thrice and she began climbing up to it. Evelyn slowed down and turned to check her Lydia, she was safe on the tree.

“Margaret, grab that rod” she shouted.

Margaret, who was already far in front of them, stopped running and turned backwards.

“I said use that rod. Use it to lift yourself to a tree” Evelyn shouted again. Margaret got hold of the rod lying on the grass and she began running.

She saw a tree so used it to lift herself to the tree. She threw it down so her older sister could use it too.

The ‘Killer Wolves’ were known not to be tree climbers so trees were a huge advantage when running from them.

After loosing two preys, the wolves howled louder and began jumping faster towards the last sister. Evelyn missed the rod and ran ahead for her life.

“No, you missed” Margaret cried as the wolves ran behind her elder sister. She looked back at Lydia who had already passed out on the tree.

“What to do! What to do! If I come down, they’ll eat me!” she cried louder.

A rod came to Evelyn’s sight but it was too short to lift her up. She grabbed it still.