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His Unwanted Wife's Return With Triplets

Chapter 7 

Word Count: 530    |    Released on: Today at 17:06

es to Finn on his phone, Max saw his chance. With all his migh

p reflexively loosening f

e ground, and bolted toward the station's main hall, v

rcs of teeth marks were indented in his skin. He didn't

ittle creature

d. A single cufflink. It wasn't gold or silver, but a smooth, poli

"Find out where this shell comes from," Alistair ordered. "And pull every

mage control. "You see how wild he is, Alistair. His mother must be

abel," he said, his voice flat a

t his tone and

bench. Leo looked up from his tablet, his expression a mixture

erything okay? I thought I heard

a mask of innocence. "Nope. We were just

cond, then gave a slight, almost impercep

e let it go. "Well, as long as you're both safe." She knelt and wiped a smudge of d

unable to contain himself, he blurted ou

he gently tweaked his nose. "You and your lessons.

the water bottle. "You must be ti

last piece of his cra

e stood up, a real smile finally reaching her eyes. "Okay, t

oblivious to the fact that they were now the primary target of an i

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His Unwanted Wife's Return With Triplets
His Unwanted Wife's Return With Triplets
“I gave up my medical school acceptance to become a ghost bride, forced by my adoptive parents to marry a billionaire heir I had never met. But on the day he returned to the country, I was shoved into a dark airport lounge during a security lockdown and violently assaulted by a stranger. Before I could even process the trauma, my husband's lawyers called. "As per the strict fidelity clause, you will receive nothing." My adoptive family cast me out in disgust. Weeks later, I discovered I was pregnant from that terrifying night. Penniless and alone, I fled to the mountains, nearly dying in a blizzard before giving birth to triplets. Six years later, I returned to New York just to finalize the divorce so my sons could get legal identities. But my five-year-old son, furious that his brother was bullied by a socialite, retaliated by disabling a billionaire's armored car. I was dragged from my cheap motel room by bodyguards and thrown before the billionaire. "Pay the half-million in damages, or I'll ensure your son gets a juvenile record." Looking up, my breath caught. The man's strong jaw and sapphire-blue eyes were exact replicas of my sons' faces. He was the stranger from the dark lounge, and the very husband I was trying to divorce. Yet he looked at me with pure contempt, entirely unaware that the woman he was extorting was his legal wife, and the boy he threatened was his own flesh and blood. I clenched my fists, realizing I was done running.”