Secret Triplets: The Billionaire's Second Chance

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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As Leena Yang glanced at her watch, she immediately rushed into the dressing room. She threw in her shoulder bag, murmuring to herself, "Don't be late. Don't be late!" There were only five minutes left! Leena Yang threw her sneakers to the side of the dressing room before unzipping her shoulder bag. She dug out some high heels and lingerie.

She opened her locker and took out her suit. After getting dressed up, the image of an innocent college student faded away in the picture. Standing there was a strong business woman ready to take on the world.

Leena Yang Yang tied her long hair in a bun, leaving no strands out. She then took out her sunblock and rubbed it on her face. Without another word, she walked right out of the dressing room. Mary, who was outside waiting for her, was stunned.

"Director Yang, I didn't know you were so fast! It only took you three minutes to change."

Mary was just a waitress, and she was also working under Leena Yang. Mary rushed in to put the other stuff away.

According to the rules of their five-star hotel, waiters must be dressed properly. Except for necessary accessories, other jewelries, including watches, shouldn't be worn. It was a strict directive that everyone must follow.

"I slept late last night, and I woke up late," Leena Yang grumbled, frustrated.

"But you're always on time." Mary blinked in surprise. Normally, Leena Yang was never late. In fact, she was always on time that some might believe she was a robot!

Pursing her lips, Leena Yang didn't bother to reply. She actually stayed up last night because she was finishing up her paper. She didn't go to bed till three in the morning. Finally, she went to the hotel at eight in the morning to organize the cleaning staff, so she was almost late.

For these years, she had kept her life as a student a secret from her co-workers.

Leena Yang strutted out the dressing room, nodding at the waiters passing by. It was then when Lewis Liu, the general manager of the hotel, walked in. Seeing that she was in such high spirits, he waved his hand and pulled her into his office. "Promise your Uncle Lewis that you'll finish your work this month. I'll introduce better jobs for you after."

Leena Yang frowned. "Doesn't Simon want me working here?" Simon was the boss of the hotel.

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