Two Heart Apart

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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" Mom why are you here?"his cold voice echoed in the sitting room as he ascend the stairs, with his hands tucked in his tuxedo suit like a demigod.

" don't I have the right to be here?"Mrs Del'mundo asked furrowing her brows

" you should at least let me know before coming" he said and sat down on a sofa

Mrs Del'mundo looked around the whole luxirious sitting room before sitting on a sofa facing him.

" don't you get tired of being alone?"she asked but he ignored her question by looking away.

" am talking to you Hillary Del'mundo!!"she half yelled with anger and sadness visible on her face.

" not now mom"he groaned and check his expensive and flashy wrist watch.

" I gotta go now" he stood up walking away leaving his mum

" don't tell me you're walking out on me?" She asked as she walked after him to the parking lot.

" what does it look like am doing"he said without turning back as he walked to his black Lamborghini.

" You're no longer a kid Hillary!!"

" Mom!! am just twenty five okay so let me off the hook already"he said and opened the car door but his mom hit the door and it shut immediatly with a loud thud making him to flinch.

" you're going nowhere if you don't set me a date to show me your fiancee"his mum said in a serious tone.

Mrs Del'mundo is a beautiful woman in her mid-forties with blonde hair and hazel eyes. She wearing a fitted red gown with slit at the back, a red heels and black designer bag.

Her heels kept clicking as she followed Hillary to the parking lot.

" are you ready to leave this house or we both remain here?"she smirked and he scoffed.

" mom really!! you're delaying my meeting, I have some clients to attend to for fuck sake!!"he groaned but Mrs Del'mundo wasn't ready to listen to him as she held the handle of the door so tight and Hillary let out a frustrating sign.

" Mom just give me some time I would find a bride for myself"

" same old story!! you keep telling same old story,how many times have you told me that?, no!!no!! don't answer it, I will do it myself"

" This is the one thousand and one times you've told me this"she rolled her eyes.

" why do I have such a crazy woman to birth me" he muttered lowly rubbing his forehead in frustration.

" I heard that"she said

" fine!!fine!! just give me a month, I promise to find a beautiful and elegant fiancee" he said feigning a smile

" I won't buy that!! it just one of your numerous lies just to let you off the hook, but trust me I won't let you fool me with your lies"

" I promise mom" he said with pleading eyes.

The woman he loves with his whole heart is his Mom and he can't trade her for the world. She's the only one who can make him smile even if he is mad, upset, sad.......

She's the best thing that has ever happened to him and she's the only person he is not cold towards.

" I won't fall for your pity face"she told her eyes again.

" Mom if you keep rolling your eyes they might fall off"he said and she rolled it again.

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