Young Master Owl True Loves

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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Alisha Perry, an average looking seventeen-year-old girl with a very long, natural blonde hair, extremely skinny and paled skin applied a bloody red lipstick on her lips, and checked herself in the mirror before walking out of her room.

"Mom" she called as she walked to the sitting room "I'm going out. I will soon be back."

"Okay. Have a nice time."

Alisha touched a small box inside her jacket and smiled with all her heart before replying her mother "I will."

Today was Alisha's seventeenth birthday. After celebrating her birthday with her only family member who was her mother, she had planned to visit someone later in the evening. But when Alisha stepped out of the house, the weather had been so cold to the extent that she had deliberated whether to postpone what she was planning to do or not

No. She thought. I'm doing it today. And with that thought being fixed into her heart, she walked more determinedly to her destination. Her destination wasn't that far, it was just a twenty minutes journey.

Halfway to her destination, her phone vibrated inside her pocket and she hurriedly brought it out. She checked the caller and it was one of her friends whose name was Miranda. Alisha had saved her name as Mindy and had grinned sheepishly when she had saw Mindy's name on her phone screen. Without anymore delay, she picked up the call.

"Mindy! Mindy!" She said into the phone.

"Hey." Mindy replied "How are you?"

"I'm fine."

"Hope you got my text in the morning and your present?"

"Absolutely. Thank you so much. It means so much to me."

"It's okay. I'm just glad that you like it. I'm so sorry for not being with you today. You know that I would have excused myself if I could."

"I know. You don't have to feel bad" Alisha replied.

"So, where are you now? I can hear the sound of cars."

"Guess." Alisha said with her beautiful smile still on her face.

"Hmmmmmm" Mindy hummed into the phone for some seconds before giving up "Just tell me. You know that I'm bad at guessing."

"Try. I'm giving you a second chance."

Mindy hummed again into the phone before giving up "I give up. I don't know."

"Okay." Alisha said disappointedly "I'm on my way to Zhang's house."

"Zhang?" Mindy questioned as if she had heard the name wrong.

"Yeah, Zhang."

The next second, Mindy shouted horrifically into the phone "Alisha! Don't tell me...!"

"Yeah. That is what I'm doing. I'm on my way to his house" she replied boldly before smirking "Don't worry, if everything goes well, you will be the first to know."

"Alisha, don't do this. For the sake of our friendship." Mindy said sadly.

"For the sake of our friendship, Mindy, allow me to be happy. Let me have something that my mother was deprived of. I love him and he loves me" Alisha said as she used her left hand to touch the small box that was inside her jacket.

"Alisha" Mindy called sadly.

"Mindy, please..."

Mindy sighed heavily and said "I hope everything goes well."

Alisha smiled when she heard this and said "Thank you."

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