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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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Summer Alexander

"Summer! Go take table 2!" My boss shouted as I just got out from the toilet. He's such an annoying boss but I needed the job more than anything.

I've been living the hustle life since I was 3 years old since I'm an orphan. I have no idea who my parents are, what do they look like, let alone knowing if they're still breathing or not. Ever since I was a kid, I lived a tough life and mostly alone without anyone by my side.

When I was 15 years old, I started to take more part time jobs even though I'm still busy at school. Then time fly so fast, I got into high school and learned to socialize a little bit. I let myself lose a little and that's when I met my friend, Hanni. She's Korean-American, not to mention that she's beautiful and rich.

We both are polar opposites. She's beautiful and I'm just plain. She's rich and here I am working lot of part time jobs. She's not interested in school, when I love school and quite smart. I can be cocky when it comes to good scores. Luckly I got scholarships for my college because of my highschool grades.

Everytime I see Hanni, I can say that life is not fair. How can she live her life easily when I have to struggle a lot? Hanni never looked down on me but I felt jealous sometimes.

"Summer! What are you doing?! Take table 2!" My boss called me again and I grabbed the menu before running towards table 2.

"Hello, what can I get for you?" I asked with a smile.

"We'll get 2 cheese toast, 1 beef sandwich and 1 chicken salad." The customer said and I repeated their order, just to make sure.

"Your order will be ready in 10 minutes, thanj you." I said and smiled to them.

"Thanks."

"Summer!" My boss called after I put the new customer's order in.

"Yes?" I asked and he came out from the kitchen when a plastic bag.

"Go deliver this." He said and he walked back to the kitchen. I checked the address that was attached to plastic bag. I walked out from the restaurant and got on my motorcycle.

Yes, I usually do deliveries too because I have a motorcycle. Tiring but I know I'll be okay. It's always been like this. After this, I'm going to work at the ice cream shop and later on working at a cosmetic shop and lastly at midnight working at Korean Chicken shop as their delivery girl.

As I was going to deliver the food, Hanni called and I picked it up.

"What's up?" I asked as I put her on loudspeaker and put on my helmet.

"Guess what?!"

"What?"

"I got us tickets to the musical concert that you wanted to go so badly!" My eyes widen hearing the news. I've always loved musical theater concert and she just got it for me.

"Hanni! You really make my day.."

"I got you girl, you don't need to worry! Are you working now?"

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