Safety last

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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CHAPTER ONE.

I ran so fast, my eyes were bloodshot and puffy, and my family killers were relentlessly chasing after me.

My heart pounded breathlessly, choking on my saliva, I could only spin around the woods in alarm, searching for an escape route.

The woods were thick, dark, and confusing; I felt like I was rolling on the spot desperately searching for the entrance to the woods.

I got out of the woods, only to be greeted by the loneliness of the street, it was proudly singing welcome to me. I screamed in weariness, my spirit, soul, and body were exhausted.

I promptly glanced around like an abandoned dog desperate to find a string of hope, but disappointment whispered to me, there was no car or people in sight.

Looking back at the woods, I could listen to the voice of my chasers laughing and yelling in happiness as if I had already been caught, as I replayed my father’s last words before he was brutally wiped out by those ass wipes “Don’t let them win Perlah, Run!” liquid substance gathered in my eyes as I remembered how my family was killed tonight.

The bright light and sound of a dangerously speeding limousine elbowed me out of my thoughts, and without a second thought, I ran to the center of the road, challenging my only hope to come to a halt, ignoring the danger.

I would either be saved or killed by the speeding car or be captured by my chasers.

In my desperation to be saved, the car stopped right in front of me, it was only an inch away from grinding me to pastes. I immediately puffed a sign of relief.

Although the car stopped, no one attempted to save me. It was as if they were silently asking me to leave the road so they could continue their journey.

So, I began screaming and wailing for their help. I cried so loud that no one in that car could deny not hearing my cry while I was fearfully observing my chasers.

A brightly young and handsome man accompanied by some armed men stepped out of the vehicle.

For a second, I forgot my worries due to the threatening cuteness of the young man, until I heard his manly lustful voice “I can only save you if you agree to certain benefits that I haven’t mentioned yet. However, I must warn you that these benefits might be difficult to handle. You have two options: agree to my terms or let your chasers catch you and probably kill you.” He harshly stated.

I looked at the young man who just said a billion words in a few sentences, I was thrown away by the thought that a benefit would be involved in my safety.

For seconds, I stood blank wishing for empathic accuracy, the power to read and know what the handsome young man had in mind, as innocent-looking men are not to be trusted.

He said no other word but instead attempted to turn and leave and I was forced to drag him by the collar, my silly act made our eyes lock and I quickly swept it away with my answer “I agree to your unknown benefits.”

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