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Secret Triplets: The Billionaire's Second Chance
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.Alexa's POV
Tears stung at the corners of my eyes as his words reverberated through the large office space, bouncing back to my ears. I couldn't bear the harshness, nor could I bear the man from whom those words were coming.
"You're a worthless piece of shit! Just take a look at what you have caused! We lost all those millions because of you!" he screamed.
"Dad..." I began.
"What is it, Alexa? Are you ready to explain how these documents were signed?" he demanded, flinging the papers at my face.
The tears that had stung at the corners of my eyes now clouded them, threatening to spill down my face. "I don't know anything about those papers, Dad. I wasn't the one who signed them."
He snorted at my words. "But those are your damn signatures! If you weren't the one who signed them, then who did? Who freaking did?"
His eyes burned with fury as he glared back at me. I had to bend my head when I could no longer stand the heat of his gaze.
Just then, the office doors opened, and the familiar sounds of heels clicking on the floor announced who had entered. I didn't bother raising my gaze from the floor, knowing it was none other than Elsie, my step sister.
Her confident steps told me she was more than excited about the issue I was having with our father. It's not that I was expecting her to be anything else but happy.
Elsie hated my guts with everything within her and hadn't hidden it even for one day.
"Here are the papers you asked for, Daddy," she said in an excited tone.
"Hand them over to your sister," Dad replied to her.
She came closer to where I was and gave me the papers. "Take, Alexa."
The amusement underlying her tone told me that whatever was in those papers wasn't good for me.
My eyes widened as I scanned through the words written on it, "you want me to resign from my position as the CEO?"
"That's right," Dad confirmed, "I've lost enough millions all because of you. I need you to sign those papers right now."
"But Dad..." I began.
"I said now, Alexa! I don't want to hear any more of your silly excuses," he stormed over to where I was and landed a thunderous slap on my cheek, "the damages you have done to the family business are enough!"
I held the side of my cheek where the slap had landed and signed the papers with shaky hands.
"Good," he scoffed, "This is the only good thing you have done in a long time."
I heard Elsie squealing excitedly behind me. I thought she was being the typical Elsie until Dad motioned for her to take a seat.
She rushed to my former chair with a speed faster than that of light and relaxed in the chair.
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My Godfather is my Soulmate
Hell no! was the answer Don Antonio gave his friend when he begged him to come work with his daughter. Crazy enough, that was Alexa's answer too when she learned that she would be working with her godfather. They both knew exactly what they were running away from. Alexa, a beauty with a body mos/0/74636/coverorgin.jpg?v=db6758737091686269b4aaa453d59b42&imageMogr2/format/webp)
