My Quadruplets Father is a Mafia Boss

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.

Modern Crime Revenge

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(Charm Pov)

I am here now in the old warehouse, crying and very hungry because my husband locked me up again, for a sin I did not commit.

I made several calls and shouts, but no one dared to open me up because I knew they were afraid of my husband.

I was tired of sitting on this dirty floor and just sobbed. I was here yesterday and no one even gave me food, not even anything to drink.

I was tired, exhausted but I could do nothing but endure all this, all the suffering I am experiencing now.

I didn’t want this life, I was just forced to marry the man I never thought I would love, more than my life. But the pain is that someone else loves it and it's not me. I close my eyes because I feel tired.

“I love you so much, Kibb even if you hurt me over and over again, even if you crush my heart very fine, I will love and still love you. Even if they call me a martyr, I don't care as long as all I know is that I love you very much. ” I whispered weakly in the air with a bitter smile and fell asleep due to fatigue.

I woke up because of the ray hitting my face. I slowly opened my eyes and saw that I was already in the room.

Suddenly I sat up in shock. I rolled my gaze across the interior. This is my room, my only room because we are different from Kibb's room and he doesn't want to be next to me or even see me.

I was out of breath and was about to stand up when I felt dizzy so I sat down again.

I turned my gaze to the person who entered my room.

“It's good that you're awake now.”, He said smiling, one of my husband‘s friends.

I just looked at him seriously, as he examined my entire body with his eyes

“I'm the one who brought you here.”, He added with a smile, he approached me and sat next to me.

I swallowed and looked away.

“Thank you.”, I whispered softly here and then bowed.

I heard his sigh.

“Are you okay now?”, He asked gently, I looked up and looked into his eyes.

I looked at it and then averted my eyes.

“W-where‘s Kibb?”, I asked hesitantly while the gaze was just below.

He sighed and then messed up my hair, so I turned my gaze to him.

Why is so unfair? his friend was even more worried about me, but he wasn't even able to visit me.

“I know you love him so much, but Charm! know your worth. Isn't it enough for you, that he doesn't love you? what else should you see or feel, before you think of yourself? for once charm, please think yourself first, because you look miserable, you look desperate in front of him. Your beautiful charm, outside and inside everyone knows that. This is all I can say as your older brother here, Kibb doesn't deserve your love and sacrifice. ”, He said seriously while looking into my eyes

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