Saintwood

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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"Wow, that man is so handsome!"

"Oh my god! Yeah, he's super cute!"

Joanna Gong was shopping for a dress at a luxurious store in the shopping mall. As soon as she came out, she overheard two girls passing by whispering to each other excitedly.

'Huh... Looks like they're obsessing over some guy they saw, ' Joanna Gong though indifferently.

'Girls nowadays get all riled up over good-looking men as if they haven't seen a single man in their life!'

She snorted and continued to go on her way. Soon after, Joanna Gong was frozen in shock.

It was at that moment she saw the man the two girls were talking about. Joanna Gong gasped, her eyes widening. She had never seen such a handsome man before!

The man had an angular face like a supermodel's. He had a high nose, slightly pursed thin lips, and cold slanted eyes that were absolutely mesmerizing. Wearing a tailored suit, he gave off a strong, noble temperament which was further emphasized by his tall and slender physique.

Even though he was far away from where Joanna Gong was standing, it was still very easy to see how attractive he was.

There was no expression on the man's face as he casually leaned against the wall with his hands in his trouser pockets. His eyes narrowed slightly as he looked around the crowd. It seemed that he was waiting for someone.

There was only one word to describe him: perfect!

If there had to be a flaw about the man, it was only that he looked as if he was snob, and acted coldly towards strangers.

Maybe that was why no one dared to get close to him even though he was so handsome.

After a while, Joanna Gong sighed deeply. 'It's better to get out of this prince charming's way before I offend him or something.

There's no way a guy like that will take me as his girlfriend.'

After casting a glance at her watch, she sighed and went to the washroom. Carefully, she put on the dress she just bought and headed towards the nearby coffee shop.

Joanna Gong passed by the man again on her way there. There was an impatient look on his face now as he tapped his foot. With a frown, he pulled out his phone and dialed a number. "What? Something left in the cafe?" he asked.

Upon leaving the shopping mall, Joanna Gong walked cautiously for fear that her dress might get ruined. After all, the clothes she was wearing cost her a whole month's salary!

'If not for that person, I would never buy such an expensive dress, ' Joanna Gong thought.

Taking a deep breath, she made her way to the coffee shop. It wasn't that far away from where she was right now, and so she decided to walk the distance. It saved her some money from paying for a bus ride, but she had to be careful about all the dust and dirt from outside.

As she was walking down the sidewalk, a white car suddenly sped past by. Behind the car was the distinct Ferrari logo. Her eyes grew green with envy. 'What's better than having a car is having a luxury car! Meanwhile, I have to walk to save money...

Why is there such a huge gap between people?'

As Joanna Gong was looking at the road, she saw a man crossing the road as if he didn't care about all the passing vehicles. The man was in a white vest, and was probably around his fifties or sixties.

Joanna Gong's eyebrows furrowed as she watched in shock. 'What's wrong with this old man? Is he crazy?! Doesn't he know that what he's doing is dangerous?'

Quickening her pace, she tried to get closer to where the man was in order to help him in case something bad happened.

Before she got there, however, she couldn't believe what happened next. Her mouth twitched in disbelief.

The white Ferrari had gradually slowed down because of the flow of traffic. When it had come to a complete stop, the old man jumped and laid down directly in front of the car and wailed in pain, "Ah! It hurts! Oh god, someone help me! I was hit!"

It seemed as if expensive cars attracted everyone's attention, and even con artists.

'Now I don't feel so jealous anymore...' Joanna Gong thought.

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