The irresistible billionaire’s son

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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“Melanie Watson” the director calls out the name on the file, not taking his eyes off the anxious lady in front of him.

Melanie adjust on her seat, clutching tight at her dress.

“Yes, sir,” she says, panicking as she watches the cranky man squeeze his face at her file.

She could swear she heard him sigh. The tension in the room is becoming increasing which makes Melanie's heart rise and fall at high speed.

“With this horrible credential, I don't think you can get a job as a cleaner at a bar, not to talk of securing a job here in Gordon enterprises,” the director says, flailing the credentials across to her on the table which makes Melanie’s face to falls in obvious disappointment.

Not like it was her first time getting rejected by an administrator, but this particular cull makes her heart sinks in grief.

“But... My records aren't that bad” Melanie says, trying to defend herself. Her voice comes out low which makes the director shake his head in confusion.

“Are you that nutty? Can't your stupid brain take a clue of the information I'm trying to pass? You're not competent to work for me.” The angry man yells at her, taking a napkin from the table, and dabbing the tip of his funny-looking glasses.

Melanie feels hurt by his remarks but keeps herself calm as she doesn't want to get thrown out of the company.

The embarrassment wouldn't let her live to tell the story. She stands from the seat and packs the credentials inside her handbag and turns around to leave.

“You know... It would be a waste of time trying to look for a job when you could just get yourself a rich man, settle down with him and dwell in his riches. You'll age if you insist on a job hunt with your ridiculous credentials.” the director smirked at the last line and Melanie nod her head negatively at the taunt.

“Thanks for your concern.” Melanie smiles brightly at the director, who has a seductive smile plastered on his face.

“But I would love it if you can just shut the crap you called a mouth shut and mind your business,” Melanie says shortly and stride towards the exit.

She heard the man chuckle and of course, she doesn't bother to spare him another glance.

Melanie Watson drags her feet out of the director’s office and latches her lids together as soon as she gets outside of his office. She sighs sadly and rests her back on the door. She couldn't believe she just got rejected again.

“Oh good, Lord!” She sought for the umpteenth time and adjust her dress properly. Melanie dabs her jaw with the back of her palm, stretches her neck and strides out of the company. Getting outside the company, the forenoon sun bore on her skin and she drag her feet towards the bus station. She meet no one there and she takes a sit on the lonesome bench.

“My life is a mess” she sob quietly as tears find their way out of her amber eyes.

It has been three years already since she graduated from the state university, and she was unable to secure a job since then. She was the brightest student among her colleagues and her poor performance during her final year at the university left everyone in shock.

She tried her possible best to not let the situation she was to affect her academic performance, but as God has it, she couldn't take her mind off the confrontation which left her with a bad grade. She took a loan to pay her tuition at the university, thinking she would get a good job after her graduation. As the bookworm that she was, she believes she could secure a job at a magnificent firm. But now, no organisation want to hire someone like her.

What could be more formidable, the fact that she's still paying for the loan she borrowed for her tuition or the fact that she has to provide for her single mother to sort her business? Her life is a mess...

The beeping of Melanie’s phone jots her out of her intense thought. She brings the phone out of her handbag and stares at the screen. A beautiful smile dance on her cheeks as she beholds the caller. She swipes the receive icon and place the phone on her ear.

“Hi, Kayla.” she smile brightly, the loud voice of the caller makes her forcefully remove the phone from her ear.

“Easy Kayla, I'm just out for a bit, just stay there I'm almost home.” she chuckles and hang up the car. She notice a coming bus that's coming her way and get in, as soon as the bus put to stop.

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“What brought a proficient cop to my house?” Melanie inquire as she close the door behind her. Kayla rolls her eyes at her and brings down her leg from the centre table.

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