Beautiful Revenge

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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Bella Morgan

I walked out to the balcony with my glass of wine and I can't help but to get so excited for today. I took a knife out from my pocket and smirked looking at it.

"Happy Birthday to you, Bella." I said to myself and I sipped on my wine. I felt the cold breeze hitting on my skin and it felt so good to begin my 25th birthday.

I walked back into my apartment without closing my balcony door. I threw my knife to the kitchen table and put my glass of wine beside it. I took my iPad with me to my room and I put on my black tank top, black jeans and black leather jacket.

I looked at myself in the mirror and I couldn't help but laugh seeing myself in the mirror. I took my helmet and my leather gloves with me. I walked out from my room and went straight to the basement.

I took out my motor bike and smiled happily looking at it. I put on my helmet and started to drive it out from my mansion. I drove towards the beach because in a few minutes, the sun will rise and I want to see my last sunrise before having my revenge later on at night.

As soon as I arrived at the beach, I got off my motorbike. I took off my helmet and sat down on the sand feeling the cold sea breeze. I closed my eyes and tears started to come out from my eyes remembering why I'm starting my revenge today.

I got up and opened up the seat cushion of my motor bike. I looked at the small brown envelope and took it out. I walked slowly towards the water and closed my eyes praying for my sanity to go for revenge.

I put the envelope to the water letting the waves do its job. I wiped my tears and before taking a few steps back. I saw the sun starting to show making the sky have a beautiful orange strike on it.

"I'm ready." I said it to myself even though I'm a little bit scared but I can't back off. I walked back towards my motor bike and got on it. I looked at the beautiful sunrise once again and smiled.

"Mom, dad.. and Damian, this is for you all." I said and I rode my motorbike back to my big mansion. As soon as I got back, I walked into my bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror.

"Good morning, Ms. Morgan." I heard my secretary, Daisy, walking into my room.

"Do you have everything that I want for today?" I asked as I turned my head to her.

"Yes, we already prepared everything." She said as she walked closer to me. She gave me my iPad showing me my schedule for today.

"Do you want breakfast, Ms. Morgan?"

"No, but I want you to take my black lambo to Wilson. I wanted a new style for my car." I said and Daisy smiled nodding.

"Anything else?"

"I want you to check my penthouse and make sure to move that.." I pointed at 2 big boxes in front of my bed, "by afternoon."

"Very well, Ms. Morgan." She said and I gestured to her to go. I took a shower and started to get ready for work. I changed into my work attire and drove myself to work.

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