Insomnia Story Series

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.

Modern Crime Revenge

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Sophia POV

I can't believe she's making me go to her own wedding!! My mother is getting married, how many kids could say they went to their parent wedding, well apparently I can.

The name is Sophia, I'm sixteen and it feels like my life just ended. My mother who was a single mother her whole life decided that she had enough with the single life and want to get married, yeyy her.

I wasn't against her having a life or getting laid, god knows she need it. I'm objecting to me being dragged around the country.

I'm a city girl, I'm born and raised and LA, I can't do country, forest doesn't appeal me, I don't even like the snow. Okay I never saw it before, but doesn't mean I'm missing much.

Today is the cursed day, today is her wedding, I hardly knew her new husband, it was love from first sight.

She told me it was made to be, and she tell me not to rush into getting a boyfriend and still she'll marry someone she just met.

If that wasn't the worst part, then this must be it. He have five kids, five sons to be exact. I'm used to having my own bathroom and not sharing how am I supposed to live with five step brothers.

Not one, not two but five!! Their youngest is fourteen, meaning they are all teenagers. God, why is life so cruel on my poor soul.

Mom wasn't gonna wear a big white dress, just a simple sundress one, she had some light make up on and she looked beautiful.

She have long jet black hair, brown eyes and a heart shaped face. I on the other hand had my looks from my dad her Highschool sweetheart. My hair is practically white, no I'm not into the silver trend it's how i was born. My eyes are hazel colour and I'm too pale compared to her olive skin that's look tanned and healty.

Thankfully mum never hated me for looking like him, she never called me a mistake or a fault, she loved me. I'm mommy's little girl or at least I used to be, as I grew older people would think we are friends never mother and daughter which is okay with me.

My mom is my only friend, she's my secret keepers even my embarrassing ones. When I get too scared or stressed I'll go to little space to help me, my little age is about three maybe four depend. I never regress too much, and momma never hated me for it, she took care of me even then.

Now that we're moving, did I mention that we're moving? Let me say it again we are FUCKING MOVING across the country, I don't think I'll be able to be little me again.

The new town we're heading to isn't LA, there everyone know each other. The school is simple two buildings, everyone been together since kindergarten.

And here I come the new girl, I hate being new, I might not look like this but I'm really shy. Especially around new people, and new faces.

"Sophia time to go" my mum yelled from downstairs, I could hear how happy she is.

I'm only doing this for her, once I hit eighteen I'm back to LA and to my life.

I did a last check on the room before I leave, everything was set in boxes and went into the van. Everything except my personal items, my Ipad, phone, charger, earphones and of course my teddy bear. He'll be scared to sit alone in a van the whole way there.

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