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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."DAPHNE, this is wrong," Rage hushed tones sending electrifying volts through Daphne's system.
Rage is on top of her, showering her with hot wet kisses all over her face and body... Daphne couldn't have asked for anything more.
Daphne locked her gaze on him. "How could this possibly be wrong, Rage?"
He averted her gaze. "I shouldn't have allowed this to happen between us; I shouldn't have let my emotions control me. I know what we have is forbidden..."
Daphne's fingertips trace Rage's perfect jawline. "Forbidden? How can you say that, Rage, when we know the undeniable attraction between us?" she questioned.
"For God's sake, Daphne! You're my sister! I shouldn't be crossing lines!"
Daphne's brow merges into a single thin line. "Sister? You know we're not real siblings, Rage. Father happened to adopt you, but we're not related, you know that,"
Daphne couldn't fathom Rage's pride. "Besides... father loves you, and our parents will never be mad if they find out what's going on between us," she persuaded him.
Rage appears confused and frustrated. Daphne has no idea as to why Rage considers their "relationship" to be a grave sin.
"Oh... Daphne, I don't know what to do with you anymore,"
She laughed and looked him in the eyes, expressing how much she loved him. She is madly in love with Rage. For her, Rage is her everything.
"How about you stop talking and continue to pleasure me..." she said as she bit her lower lip.
She's never been this daring before. With Rage, he could even melt the ice within her. His name is perfectly suited to him. He's as hot as fire and can melt a block of ice.
Rage's lip twitched. He's smirking at her. And he looks so dashing with this expression on his face.
"You want me that badly, Daphne?" he murmured in her ear. His hands were circling her naked body.
She can't stop herself from closing her eyes. "Yes, Rage! Yes!" she moaned in delight.
Rage is powerless to oppose the beautiful "canvass" in front of him. His Daphne is absolutely stunning. She's a perfect creation.
"Tell me what you want me to do with you," Rage challenged her.
She took a deep breath and swallowed hard. Their gazes locked with equal fervor.
She is a shy and reserved individual. However, when it comes to Rage, he can bring out her wild side. "I want you to fuck me, Rage. I want to taste you all. Devour my body and soul. Take me with all your might!" she begged.
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