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.

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Wanda Lin should've had a happy family. At least, that was what she thought she deserved.

However, her life was fumbled upside down by a car accident when she was a child. She lost her parents. Back then, it seemed as if she was doomed to live the rest of her life alone.

Fortunately, her uncle took her in, but that didn't mean that life got any better.

Considering their poor state and her sick uncle, they'd always been struggling to get a day by when they weren't short of cash.

Wanda Lin, the hopeful little girl, was forced to grow up and work part-time even at an early age.

As she turned 18, she continued to work even harder. In order to save her uncle, she had taken several jobs at the same time. While some might collapse under such pressure, she continued persevering.

Her entire family's livelihood was on her shoulders, but she continued looking forward.

In the end, everything turned out in her favor. That day, Wanda Lin was about to collect all the fees needed for her uncle's upcoming major surgery. As long as that was paid, she could finally send her uncle to the hospital.

After quitting her last job, she rode the bicycle home happily.

She had never been so ecstatic before.

The wind blew her thin hair that grazed her delicate face. The sides of her lips inched up into a beautiful smile and her eyes lit up under the sunny sky.

She had already made up her mind.

As soon as her uncle was cured, she would find a job that she actually liked, make more friends, improve her lifestyle, and finally learn something. That way, she could bike ahead towards her future.

Finally, she arrived at their residential building.

It was a building on the old street. The apartments were usually inhabited by some old people or those who couldn't afford to rent more expensive apartments upstate.

However, as Wanda Lin parked the bike, she saw an expensive car parked on the streets. Her eyes widened. Even if she worked 24/7, she still couldn't afford that car! Why was it there?

She furrowed her eyebrows and went upstairs.

Somehow, she had a bad feeling about this,

and it seemed that she was right.

The moment she opened the door, she was greeted by her skinny uncle kneeling on the floor and begging the man in front of him. His words were filled with despair and grief.

His eyes flashed in indescribable fear.

"Mr. Qin, please give me some more time. I'll pay you back."

Wanda Lin gasped.

'Pay back?'

Their family did owe some money, but from what she knew, they only borrowed it from their own relatives.

Although they kept urging her, they wouldn't send men over to scare them. Plus, they were very reasonable people.

Finally, she glanced at the man sitting on the sofa.

She was sure she had never seen him before.

He was so young and handsome! In fact, his beauty could rival the stars on TV. There was just something about him that reeked of allure and danger.

Wanda Lin froze

and clenched her fists.

The man lounged in their room casually, and his onyx eyes were cold.