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The Billionaire's Secret Triplets: Mom's Revenge

Chapter 2 No.2

Word Count: 1383    |    Released on: 22/01/2026

hty-eighth floor of Sanders Tower. Below him, Manhattan was a grid of gray conc

his left

e line over the last six years, but on rainy days, it still throbbed w

ght he had

i

nd. He kept his eyes fixed on the horizon, his reflection i

ng a hideous deformity. It was a lie carefully cultivated by his grandfather,

and perfectly healthy. His face was sharp, defined by a jawl

ld commanded, his voice

ead of security, stepped into the room. He

said, hesitating. "An old travel document linked to the

he association tasted

ace-to-face, the woman who had married him for his money a

Archibald asked,

at JFK. Flight

rning here. The expulsion order was clear. If she s

, Casimiro reminded him gently. "Sh

black marble that cost more than most people's homes. "She's probably back to beg f

assion that burned almost as hot as

An

ped into his drink that made him lose his mind. He remembered stumbling into the wrong room. He remembered the

him aggressive, primal. But he also remembered her

needed to apologize. He needed to know if s

ri

t motes in the sunlight. The DNA test had confirmed Darien was his. The boy had been found abandoned at a fire station wi

nelise Parker-the woman Archibald had been forced to marry on paper-had birthed the child in secret in Europe. According to Hilliard's files, she had taken a massive cov

's mother, a victim of circumstance. But the forged paperwork pointed directly to Annel

escorted to a holding room. Have the final dissolution papers ready. I w

d on the tablet. "The manifest lists dependents travelin

paused. "D

ending the money she stole from us, wasn't she? Proba

screen lit up with a picture of a

owned the shipping lanes he needed, and the press loved her. She claimed to be t

e phone. "What

"Where are you? You promised to pick me up! The press is already

dge of his nose. He had f

the Rolls. The Phantom. I

i

ed his jacket from t

deal with Jenelle. I don't want to be in the same terminal as that woman, but this is a conv

ing up the distance. The doors slid open, re

. He looked impeccable

Archibald reached up and touched his shoulder again. Th

s sudden, overwhelm

ady, Casimiro said

ail flanking him instantly. The convoy of black SUVs a

the Phantom, the leathe

the driver. "A

going to end this. He would force Annelise Parker to sign the papers, ban

's live feed. He would watch this pathetic reunion from a

peeding toward a collision t

ibs. The officer in the booth was frowning at her passport. He typed

nelise asked, trying t

k up. "Just a system l

ove under the desk. He pres

ts closer, her protec

er sleeve. "That man i

ise whispered

he was minutes away from facing the man she hated most

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The Billionaire's Secret Triplets: Mom's Revenge
The Billionaire's Secret Triplets: Mom's Revenge
“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."”