Praeditus

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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"Ah... You are so bad..."

The woman's voice quivered as Terence Qi caressed her.

Terence Qi let his cold fingers glide across the woman's skin, sending shudders up and down her spine. He leaned towards her ear, and whispered, "I thought you were enjoying it..."

"Terence, can't you be a little gentler?"

"You want me to be gentler?" He pulled away and looked at the woman with his charming eyes, an evil smirk plastered on his lips.

The way he looked at her made the woman panic, her heart fluttering in her chest.

In such an intimate moment, he spoke in a calm and serious tone. This made the woman suddenly feel that they were supposed to be working!

At this moment, someone knocked on the door.

Knock, knock, knock——

The person knocked on the door with quick, short raps.

"Terence... Somebody's at the door," the woman complained.

Terence Qi said nothing as he stared icily at the door, his deep eyes like cold daggers.

Knock, knock, knock——

Whoever was knocking was very persistent. The knocks were getting louder and faster by the second.

"Terence.. The door...." the woman repeated.

The man didn't say anything. He sped up so that she could not say a word.

His gaze swept through the door, his eyes brimming with coldness.

'Damn it! That woman again!' he sneered to himself.

It was Hester Tong knocking on the other side of the door.

After a few minutes, it seemed that she knew Terence wasn't planning on opening the door. With a sigh, she pulled out the spare key she had in her pocket and let herself inside.

As soon as she opened the door, the sight of two naked bodies came into her view. Stunned, her face burned fiercely. Hester Tong looked away in panic and didn't know what to do.

'They... What are they doing? Why are they naked like that?'

"Terence, your maid is so impolite. Why would she just barge in like that?"

With an ice cold expression on his face, he turned his head and saw Hester in a maid outfit, standing at the door with a bowl of soup in her hand.

Terence looked at Hester with a terrifying coldness. However, when he saw how red Hester's face was, he could not help but smile with amusement.

It was ridiculous for him seeing Hester in such a shy and ignorant demeanor.

With a sigh, he put on a bathrobe and slowly got out of bed. Terence then casually walked towards Hester. The closer he got to her, the more pressure he radiated. Even though she felt like she was a measly speck of dust in front of him, Hester felt like she had nowhere to hide.

She looked up at him in panic.

He had a charming face with finely chiseled features, like an exquisite Greek God. Terence's handsome eyebrows furrowed slightly as he approached. His long, good-looking and attractive eyes were slightly squinted, and the thick and long lashes cast shadows on his eyes, making him look more mysterious and dangerous.

Hester's heart was beating wildly in her chest at this point. There was no doubt that she was deeply attracted by Terence's charming face. Her eyes went down to his thin, slick lips. Underneath the evening glow coming from outside the window, his lips made him look colder and apathetic.

Step by step, Terence got closer... And closer... He was now right in front of Hester, just mere inches away from her. Hester could feel his hot breath on her face, making her blush even deeper.

Her eyes were now getting watery from all the heat she was feeling in her body.

"Ter... Terence... " she stammered.

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