Were not destined to be

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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Why am I feeling so hot? Victoria Underwood wondered why she felt this way. Her face and ears burned intensely, and her entire body felt on fire. She couldn’t decide if she needed an ice-cold bath or a glass of water, but touching herself eased the irritation somewhat. Upon rolling onto the bed, she quickly felt someone else alongside her.

In that moment, she realized she was with a man and began caressing him all over. She found solace in hugging him, feeling the warmth of his body. To her, it felt like the ultimate healing touch. What kind of a dream is this? She began thinking deeply.

During her dream, she had an intimate encounter with a man whose face she couldn’t make out. He treated her with great tenderness, and they spent hours together, completely devoted to each other. She initially struggled with discomfort and pain but eventually recognized her longing for him.

“Can this dream never end, please? I never want to wake up from this dream. She repeated, with tears streaming down her face, ‘Please, promise you’ll never leave me.’ The man assured her he wouldn’t leave, so she felt content and fell asleep. She found herself naked when she woke up, her leg draped over a man’s leg. She panicked, leaped from the bed, and fell onto the carpet with her clothes scattered around the floor. In her haste, she grabbed her stuff and rushed to the bathroom to put on her clothes. Everything clicked now, ‘Was it not a dream?’ “She wondered, Did I really loose my virginity? Oh my!

Without glancing back, Victoria dashed out of the hotel room, trying to piece together what transpired the night before. She last remembered being at the club with Serena, her best friend, sharing her heartache after her boyfriend Mark cheated on her, all because she wasn’t ready to have sex with him. Moreover, she didn’t come from a wealthy family.

Mark cheated on me because I didn’t want to sleep with him, but then I lost my virginity to a stranger. Who is that man? I didn’t even glance at his face,

Everything from the previous day hit her like a freight train. She went to Mark’s apartment and found him in bed with her greatest enemy, Sophia. Ambitious Mark saw Sophia as his pathway to a better life. Sophia always liked him, but he insisted she wasn’t his type because of her arrogance. Vicky felt both torn and humiliated. After leaving Mark’s apartment, she headed directly to a bar and asked Serena to meet her there.

One thing led to another, so they went out to a club. This led her to end up in an unknown person’s bed. She despised Mark, but she loathed herself even more for losing control of the situation. She realized she couldn’t hold anyone responsible for her careless actions, not even her best friend.

She rummaged through her purse to find her phone, realizing she missed 27 calls. She called Serena, who answered on the first ring and said, ‘Girl, where have you been?’ Your mother has been calling nonstop looking for you. Tell me, how did things go with Mr. Handsome? You were all over him last night.”

Serena, don’t tell me you left me alone at the club when I was drunk. I have no idea who that guy was. How could you do this to me? Vicky yelled. She knew it wasn’t right to blame her friend, yet she found it impossible not to. She had to vent her frustration. Serena completely understood her friend.

You said you were in good hands and that I should go back home. Mr. Handsome showed gentleness toward you as well. Even though you were drunk, I was confident he wouldn’t do anything bad; he seemed like a decent guy. Babe, I really hope I wasn’t wrong about him. Tell me that everything is all right and there haven’t been any issues. I’m so sorry, Serena said. She began to regret leaving her dear friend in the hands of a stranger.

All she wished for was Vicky to get even with the useless Mark for his betrayal. She always knew he wasn’t a good person, but she stayed quiet because her friend liked him a lot, even though he didn’t deserve her. The man whom Vicky left with seemed very wealthy and was also quite handsome, like a prince. Mark could not even compare to him. To top it off, the gentleman and her best friend seemed like a match made in heaven.

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