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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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"Baby girl stay here Mommy will be back soon just stay here I am going to get your daddy. Then we will go and no bad guy can hurt my baby girl. Mommy is here."

Amanda Parker knew that she will never see her daughter again. Her heart shattered to see her 5 year old daughter hugging her tightly and crying in fear. She knew very well that Andrew Parker was dead. How she wished she can take Serra away. But if they discovered that she was gone they would come after her and hurt Serra. She wasn't going to risk her daughter's life. Serra was the only reason left for her to live. She and Andrew have so far managed to hide Serra. She will never let them hurt Serra.

"Mommy please don't go the bad guys have guns they will hurt you."

Amanda kissed the top of her daughter's head. She handed her over to Vincent who was the most trusted man of Andrew Parker .It was his job to hide Serra. Amanda kissed her daughter one last time who was crying for her parents. Kicking and screaming to get to her mother. Amanda looked away, refusing to cry in front of her daughter. Refusing to show Serra that she wasn't going to see her again Vincent put Serra in his SUV. The last thing that Serra remembered was the car driving away as gun shot was heard and her mother screaming in pain and agony.

Serra jolted awake from her dream. As often she was thrashing and crying like a trapped animal. After listening to her screams her two best friends, Jamaica and Anna came running in her room. Concern and fear was evident in their eyes. They engulfed her in a bear hug to calm her down. She was breathing heavily and sweat coated her forehead.

"Guys I can't breath" she said panting.

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