The Deadly Obsession by Bernice

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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Four scary looking young men could be seen seated adjacent to each other, each one of them had pipes in their mouth except the one who seemed to be the youngest, he was busy with his phone, He seemed less interested in what they were discussing and continued tapping away.

“LUCIAN!! What do you have to say about this ?" One of the men beside the so called Lucian asked as veins bulged in his head showing his anger as he showed Lucian a picture from his phone.

His name is Lauren, he was the second in command in their business and also the second son of the Gambino brothers.

Perfection was an understatement for his amazing looks, he is tall, handsome and of course he was every girls dream with his deep blue eyes that could make one remember the ocean anytime he glanced at them, a well built body with broad shoulders brought out his masculinity, his appearance looked simple and easy going but under that facade was a black and unforgiving heart, he had a scorpion tattoo that made him look ripped and like a demi god

Lucian hands went up and took a drag from his pipe removing it from his mouth before puffing out a smoke turning to glare at the phone in Lauren hands.

“Come on, don't be like this Lucian, answer him, what do you have to say about those damn pics?." The young man seated opposite Lauren chided, he was the third son of the GAMBINO'S brothers

He is a pure definition of the devil, ruthless and could kill with a smile on his face, torturing his victims till they begged for mercy, in other words he is the devil himself.

His cat eyes were part of the things that made his glares deadly, he never smiles except when he kills, probably due to all the training his body was well built and he looked ripped, his tattooed body, on his left arm was a lady face. On his right arm a head of a serpent, then on his neckline there was also a scorpion tattoo. Once you get into his trap, even the devil can't set you free is final verdict is always death. Apologies does not exist in his own dictionary.

His name is LADDER!!

Lucian did not bother with Ladder chide and instead continue puffing his smoke like the talks had nothing to with him.

“Say something dude!! You can't possibly act like you owns everyone!!!" Lauren snapped annoyed by Lucian unresponsive behaviour.

“What do you want me to say?" Lucian finally spoke up after few moments of silence, his behavior was making his brothers angry but he wasn't really bothered about it.

“ Don't you have anything to say to LUCIAN??" Ladder roared angrily as he stood up pushing his chair back glaring at Lucian demanding an answer.

"Talk to him." Lauren demanded the younger one who was on his face.

"Talk to him? Why? It's not like this is any of my business anyway." The youth said giving Lauren a cold glare.

Well this is him for you !! This is Lawn Gambino...the last son of the Gambino brothers

He is the coolest among them, even though he is rude, he was lovely, and is the kindest of them all. He wasn't left out from the family's good gene either, like the rest ..he was a handsome demi god, a man whore, he believes women are things to be toyed with and would follow anything in skirts.

“What exactly do you want me to say?" Lucian asked glaring at them all with irritation written clearly on his face.

“Why are you still with her?? Didn't you tell us you already broke up with her two years ago?? So what's the meaning of this?" LAUREN asked impatiently.

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