Mafias Tempting Little Pet

The Runaway Wife: Hiding His Secret Triplets

Hen Bu

Five years ago, I stood in the freezing rain at my mother's funeral, waiting for my husband. Blake Knight, the billionaire NHL superstar, was two hours late. When he finally showed up, he brought his rumored girlfriend, the woman he had just rented a hotel rooftop for to celebrate her birthday. Watching him defend her fake tears, my heart completely died. I took off my diamond wedding ring, placed it on my mother's headstone, and walked away from my marriage forever. I fled to London, changed my name to Ava, and secretly raised the triplets he never knew existed. I thought I was finally safe from him. But today, my kids vandalized a silver Aston Martin in our apartment's parking garage, and the owner caught my youngest daughter. My phone rang. The voice on the other end was Blake's. He had moved into my building, and he was holding my little girl in his penthouse, demanding her mother come get her immediately. Panic suffocated me. If I walked through that door, my five years of hiding would be instantly destroyed. He would recognize me, realize I didn't get rid of our child like everyone thought, and he would use all his power to take my babies away. I couldn't let him ruin my life again. "I'm just her nanny," I lied through my teeth. I frantically begged my best friend to go upstairs and rescue my daughter in my place. He bought the disguise, but now, the King of the Ice is dangerously obsessed with investigating my new identity.

Romance Family Modern Single parent Triplets Hidden Identities Billionaire Second Chance Athlete Sports Romance (Hockey/Football/Soccer/MMA/Swimming)

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Chapter 1: Let him ruin you

Rae’s POV

I wasn’t supposed to say it out loud. But I did.

Sitting on the edge of Zara’s bed, clutching a throw pillow like it could swallow my shame.

“I still haven’t lost it,” I muttered, eyes fixed on the floor.

Zara’s head snapped around. “Wait. Still?! I thought you and Caleb-?”

“Yeah, that’s the problem.” I groaned. “We tried. And by tried, I mean... he couldn’t even get it in.”

Zara’s jaw dropped. “You’re joking.”

“I wish I was.”

I sank deeper into the pillow, face burning. “It was awkward. He kept apologizing, saying he was nervous. And I…I just couldn’t stop overthinking. Then his mom called, and that was the end of it.”

Zara blinked. Then covered her mouth like she was about to explode.

And she did. Into laughter.

“Oh my God, Rae. You poor, innocent cupcake.”

“Don’t laugh! I’m so traumatized.”

“I’m not laughing at you, I’m laughing at boys,” she said, flopping beside me. “You deserve better than some soft-spoken college baby who doesn’t know the difference between a G-spot and a Google map.”

I groaned louder.

“No, listen. I’m serious.” Her voice suddenly dropped to that dangerous whisper she always used right before trouble. “What you need... is a man.”

I side-eyed her. “Define man.”

“Someone older. Experienced. Someone who’s going to ruin you - in the best way possible.”

I blinked. “That’s not helpful.”

Zara grinned like the devil. “I have an idea.”

Oh no.

Not again.

“Zara...”

“Shush. Hear me out.” She reached under her bed and pulled out her tablet. “It’s called Club Obsidian.”

I stared at her like she’d just offered to sell my soul.

“What the hell is that?”

She tapped through the site like she’d memorized the whole thing. “It’s private. Discreet. Invitation-only. Mature, dominant men looking for submissive girls - for one night. One room. No names. No pressure. Just pure experience.”

“You want me to hook up with a stranger?”

“Not a stranger. A fantasy.”

I opened my mouth, then closed it.

She turned the screen to me.

It showed dim red lighting, silhouettes of women in heels, and a sleek black interface that made it look more like a luxury hotel than a pleasure club.

My heart jumped into my throat. It looked tempting.

“Zara, I don’t know…”

“Rae. You want to actually lose it this time, right? No more awkward fumbling. No more emotionally constipated boys.” She sat up straighter, her face suddenly serious.

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