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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It was raining again in Edinburgh, nothing unusual, but for me, the smell and the sound always took me back to memories that caused me the most pain.

I cuddled into my blanket more closely turning away from the window trying to rid my mind of the painful memories, trying to go back to sleep so I had enough energy to do my double shift at the restaurant later today.

I groaned as the rain batted down more heavily against my apartment window making me know that it could not be ignored, my mind flashed with images of the fire, and blood.

I could still remember their screams and the stench of burning flesh as I quickly worked to save and released the countless supernatural creatures, some even children, that were being held and tortured in cells for God Knows how long.

I sat up pressing my hands to my eyes as tears ran down my cheeks, it was killed or be killed, I remind myself. I had to save them, I had to save my own, I had to save Emanuel and Noah.

I hear my phone vibrate beneath my pillow, bringing me out of my thoughts, I scramble to pick up the flip phone, quickly wiping my face and flipping it open answering the call knowing it could only be one person.

“Alpha.” I greet professionally trying not to sound like a teary-eyed teenager but the strong girl that took down the largest hunter organization in the world in less than four months.

“Little Moon…” the deep voice greets warmly.

I smile at the nickname, the twins, his sons, started calling me that after he accepted my dad and me into His pack at the behest of his mate and son even though we were not wolves

“I have news.” He says getting down to business, “Judge Tony is sitting Infront of me along with Rachel and the boys. You are on the speaker.”

“Hi.” I say lamely making everyone chuckle and Alpha clears his throat in irritation “let’s get on with it.” He says impatiently

“Emi, we wanted to ask you before we signed anything if you wanted to be part of our family…” Rachel says gently

“Legally.” Judge Tony adds and I furrow my brow in confusion.

“Sorry-“ I start but get cut off by Alpha Ian

“We want to adopt you. you will keep your father’s last name, but you will be under my guardianship, and protection, and be our daughter.” Alpha snaps

“Dad, do you know how to be even a little subtle. Even your namesake knows how to deliver news better than that.” Thomas says cheekily but I ignored the comment as my mind raced.

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