The Magical Bra

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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Mara's POV

My mum couldn't even wait for me to get close to her room door before she threw her shoe at me.

"Ouch mum!" I yelped and held my nose that had just been bruised because she didn't miss her target.

"What are you doing here?. You intruder!" my mum screamed at me.

"Someone please help there is a thief in my house, a murderer, a kidnapper, someone save me,!" My mum suddenly began to yell.

"Mum?" I looked very surprised because I couldn't comprehend what was happening.

"Don't you even dare to call me that because I am not your mother. The daughter I gave birth to will never be brave enough to spend late nights outside" my mum was giving me a stern warning as she pointed her index finger at me.

Tears flowed from my eyes as I couldn't hold them back anymore.

"I don't know what I have done to you that makes it difficult for you to trust me.

You couldn't even open the door for me last night and you risked my life. I was attacked yesterday and I ran to the house. I ran to my own mother but she shut the door and refused to take me in" I continued my sob as I wiped the tears from my eyes.

"You didn't even bother to ask why I was late and where I had been all this while, you just concluded and decided to scold me. It is so not fair mom because I do everything for you and you don't care about me.

I'm such a horrible child" I managed to talk in between my sobs and I could see that my mother's heart had melted as she walked up to me and tried to touch me but I moved away from her.

"You already denounced me as your daughter. What else do you want?" I wiped my tears.

"I'm sorry Mara, I thought.." My mother was trying to plead with me as she felt very remorseful.

"You thought that I had purposely stayed out late! You thought that I had started doing the things you forbade? But even at that mum. The punishment you gave me last night was more than my offense.

I could have been killed" I interrupted her.

"I'm so sorry, my baby. I didn't mean to but I was so upset" my mum also joined me to cry.

"I'm really sorry, it won't ever happen again okay" my mum was trying to assure me.

"Come I will make your favorite meal for you" my mum promised me as she made her way to the kitchen.

"No mum, I have had breakfast.

My boss was the one that helped me. Come let me tell you everything" I pulled her back and made her sit on her bed as I wiped her tears and began to narrate the whole story to her, cutting off the part where I threatened my own boss of course. I didn't want to put any crazy ideas in her mind.

At Mia's orphanage

"Why are you packing your things Mia?" A little girl came running into Mia.

"I am going for a sleepover at school, Lakshmi said it would be nice" Mia replied as she continued to go through the things that she would be needing.

"Wow! Can I come with you?" The little girl looked at Mia with pleading eyes which had no effect on Mia at all.

"No I don't think the school would allow me to bring you along" she replied the girl.

"But Mia, I won't be in any trouble." The girl wasn't planning on giving up.

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