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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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At 11:30 p.m., in Room 708, DC Hotel.

"The water– Christa... You..." Once Angela Xu drank the water, her body was starting to feel all hot and bothered.

"You definitely won't be a virgin tonight!" Christa Yang's delicate makeup could not cover the sneer that had crossed her face.

"Why?" Angela Xu gasped out. She could already feel her surroundings becoming hazy. How could her friend do it? They had already known each other for more than ten years!

"Why?" Christa Yang snapped back, feeling tears welling up her eyes. She felt the hatred that she'd squeezed in her chest for so long came rushing back out. "I trusted you so much that I told you a secret, but now everyone knows I'm not a virgin! Do you know what I've lost? And now you're asking me why?" What?

Angela Xu shook her head desperately, trying to claw at her. Something about it just didn't seem right. There had to be a misunderstanding!

However, Christa Yang was already fully convinced. "Someone will come to help you alleviate what you're feeling later. In fact, it's not as painful as you think it is. You might even enjoy it." Her eyes glinted coldly. "I've even selected the most handsome man. Have a good time, Angela."

"Christa!" Angela Xu tried to grab her but she failed. Seeing this, Christa cackled as she slapped the door.

Angela felt the heat crawl around her skin as if a volcano was about to blow up. She felt so hot that she wanted to tear off all her clothes in one go. As soon as her fingers trailed her skin, she couldn't help but tremble.

Although Christa said that the man would be good-looking, it didn't mean that she wanted to fuck him! Never!

Angela managed to calm herself down even for a few moments and slowly opened the door.

Under the dim light of the corridor, she saw a figure standing in front of a guest room. The man was wearing a suit. He looked as if he had just gotten off the runaway. He looked incredibly handsome that she couldn't take her eyes off him. He inserted his room card in, and his simple movement made a wet pool right between her legs.

No way! She couldn't stand it anymore!

This man was so handsome that he was way better than those pimps!

Just as he was about to close the door, she rushed over, sweat oozing out of her skin.

"Do you want a date?" She managed to squeeze out those words, despite the surging heat in her body.

She'd never been so bold before.

'Is she another one of the women coming for me?' Enough!

Edward Yan shoved her away and turned on the light, staring at her with his sharp eyes.

Under the light, she recognized the man's face! However, she couldn't help but be disgruntled when she saw how his eyes were shining in disgust.

She swallowed greedily, looking at him as if he were a piece of pork. "Do you want to spend a night with me or not?" she demanded.

"Do you think I want to?" he snarled. He hated the women who throw themselves at him. They didn't have enough respect for themselves. "Get out."

His refusal was ruthless and without mercy. She blinked, surprised that a man could actually refuse her at such a state. However, that would mean that she needed to find another one. Where else could she find another man as handsome as he was?

Seeing that she had no intention of leaving, Edward Yan grabbed her arms and tried to drag her out of the room. His lips curled.

'I may not be pretty, but I'm a woman too!'

Angela scowled. "Just because you're gay, it doesn't mean you get to be so rude!"

She couldn't think of any other reason for him to refuse her.

Edward Yan was speechless, raising his eyebrows up in the air. 'Did she really think I was gay?'

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