Lustful Desire

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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Sarah's POV.

The bus pulled to a halt and its door opened and the passengers stepped out of the bus. My eyes scanned the new environment I found myself in quickly as I stepped out of the bus.

The place is a small town with people minding their business and doing their jobs diligently.

"This is what I need." I thought.

I held on tight to the bag on my left hand and began to walk further into the town. Tried to talk to some people but they treated me like I was a ghost.

"What is going on?" I paused to try to understand the situation.

"Lost or need something?" I heard a voice ask, teasingly.

At first, I didn't think he was talking to me until he patted my shoulder softly.

"Excuse me, young lady. Are you looking for something?"

His deep voice bellowed, cutting through my thoughts.

"Yes. I'm new here and everyone seem to be treating me like I don't exist."

"I'm sorry you have to go through that." He chuckled and this infuriated me.

He noticed it.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make a joke out of this. I was only trying to say this is how it's done here. You have to meet the leader, not us."

"So, who's the leader?" I asked and crossed my arm against my chest.

"She goes by the name Elise."

"Could you take me to her?"

"I'll only do that of you ask politely." He scoffed lightly.

I glared at him and rolled my eyes.

"Fine." I raised my hands in surrender. "Could you please take me to Mrs. Elise?" I sassed.

"Sure! With all pleasure." He responded with a smile.

He took the lead while I walked closer behind him, I watched him on admiration with each steps he took.

"He must be a kind person." I whispered to myself.

After some minutes of walking, we arrived at a almost ragged - looking apartment.

I thought I would be able to cope better when I get inside but the inside was worse. The stench coming from the house makes me feel very sickening and I could barely stand it.

"When will she be here?" I whispered to the man after we sat down for all five minutes.

"I'm sure she would be here soon." He said and I nodded.

Keeping my hopes high that Mrs. Elise would be a young woman, probably in her late forties. But my hopes were scattered when Mrs. Elise emerged from her room. She is a freaking old woman, probably a great grandmother.

She took a seat opposite us and stared at me in disbelief.

"She is the one." She mumbled.

I looked at the man beside me in confusion and shrugged, "What is going on? What is she saying?"

"Why have you come here?" She asked before the man could give me a reply.

"I'm new in this town I was actually hoping to settle down in a place better than where I was coming from. But this place certainly isn't for me. I'll like to take my leave now."

I grabbed my bag and made to leave but her next words hooked me.

"A werewolf disguised as human, aren't you tired of living like that?"

I was surprised how she knew I was a werewolf, I never told anyone about it. I tilted my headn a thought to reply her but I chose to ignore on a rethink and made to leave.

"You have been chosen to lead these people, are you just going to ignore them? For your own selfish interests?"

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