SERENA DAWSON THE CHEERLEADER ENGLISH

The Billionaire's Secret Triplets: Mom's Revenge

HONEY MULLINS

Six years ago, I was a naive girl sold by my father to the powerful Sanders estate, only to be tossed onto the streets after a brutal assault they labeled "marital infidelity." I fled the country pregnant and broken, hiding from the shadow of a husband I had never even met. Now, I’ve returned to New York with my triplets to sign the final divorce papers and disappear forever. But Archibald Sanders—the man I was told was a crippled recluse—intercepted us with the cold precision of a predator. He didn't see the woman his family destroyed; he saw a gold-digger who had shamed his name. His security team hunted us to a grimy motel, using tactical force to snatch my children away and drag me to his glass-walled empire. In his office, he loomed over me, demanding a DNA test and threatening to throw me in prison while my babies were lost to the foster system. He was convinced I’d cheated, yet he stared at my sons with a haunting confusion, unable to ignore the stormy blue eyes that were a perfect mirror of his own. I stood there, paralyzed by his scent—the sharp tang of rain and expensive leather that triggered the icy dread of my worst nightmares. How could he accuse me of betrayal when he felt exactly like the monster who had shattered my life in that dark hotel room? "I'll sign anything," I sobbed, "just give me my kids." But the game changed when my five-year-old son hacked the tower’s security, holding the skyscraper hostage to save me. In the chaos, a fragile, silent boy—Archibald’s secret son—wandered into the room and reached for me as if I were his missing soul. Archibald’s face turned to stone as he tore up the agreement and locked the doors. "Until I find out why my son is looking at you like that," he growled, "you aren't going anywhere."

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In the silence of the night where humans are lulled into flower sleep. A man was sitting leaning against a tree branch with his eyes closed. No, he's not sleeping like humans in general, because he's not human. Rather, a pureblood vampire.

His name is Rowan Dawson. The son of the leader of the Dawson clan is currently contemplating alone in the forest.

His keen sense of smell suddenly picked up the scent of someone approaching. From the smell of his blood, Rowan knew who had come to harass him.

"I thought you were here."

Rowan snorted, too lazy to open his eyes just to serve someone who always knew how to unsettle him.

“Open your eyes, Rowan. Let's talk. I've heard of your troubles. You must need someone to talk to right now, am I right?”

Rowan hissed as the person naughtily tugged at his ear, forcing Rowan to open his eyes, glaring sharply at his annoying twin brother, Roul Dawson.

"Just one day does not bother me, can not?"

Roul chuckled, “Can't. We're twins. Joy and sorrow must be borne together.

Rowan groaned as he looked away when Roul suddenly brought his face closer.

"Hey, is it true that dad set you up with Rose?"

Rowan's hands clenched, he was lazy to answer so he ignored the question.

"Just accept it. She's a beauty, a pureblood vampire too. If you marry her, it's the same as maintaining the continuity of the pure blood lineage."

“Did father tell you to persuade me to marry Rose? You became an ally of father, I see.”

Roul laughed, seeing his twin who was always cold and cool, now pouting cutely, he thought this was a rare thing.

Seriously, are you accusing me of that? You know I'm not close to dad. Father's favorite child is you, not me."

Rowan turned his face away and looked seriously at his twin's blood-red irises, who had always put on a playful face, now turned serious. Then he let out a tired breath.

“I told you, don't say that. Father loves us both.”

"I don't know, I doubt it." Roul too leaned back against a tree, next to his twin. "I think father will appoint you as a potential successor in a moment."

Hearing what Roul said, which he thought was ridiculous, Rowan gave a sharp glare. Who wants the position of a clan leader? Rowan never wanted that. The only one who deserves to occupy that position is only Roul. Yes, his twin who was born a few minutes earlier than him.

"Nonsense. Father will appoint you as a potential successor.”

"No. I think...” Roul clamped his mouth again at Rowan's glare.

"In this world, only you are fit to be the future clan leader."

And Roul could only smile slightly hearing his brother's narrative. “Actually...” Roul paused while looking straight ahead. “….I think so too.”

Rowan's gruff snort floated into the air. And in the next second, both of them burst into laughter.

"I heard Rose begging father to be betrothed to you." Roul changed the subject after their laughter died down.

Lazy to discuss this, Rowan shrugged his shoulders, not caring.

"Just marry her. You can't run away from her anyway. She's obsessed with you. She won't stop chasing you until she gets you."

"I don't love her," Rowan answered, explaining why he didn't want to accept the match.

"Love?" muttered Roul. “Does a cold and stiff vampire like you know love? Do you really like women? It seems impossible. It would make sense if you were alone for life or...”

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