Who to Love

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."

Modern Mystery Revenge

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Stargazing! That is what they claimed to be doing but April's eyes were stuck on Uriel's face, butterflies dancing in her belly. She gradually shifted closer to him, her face moving closer to his as well.

"April, do you think you will ever get over your Katsaridaphobia?" Uriel asked.

"What's the meaning of that?" April asked absentmindedly, her thoughts still on him.

"Fear of cockroaches," Uriel answered.

"Oh, didn't know that is what it's called," she said, still staring at Uriel.

They were sitting on the roof of Uriel's house. His face was tilted up as he happily watched the stars. He finally seemed to notice April and he slowly turned his face towards hers, two pairs of eyes lost in each other.

"Kiss me," April demanded.

"April," Uriel breathed out in warning.

"I just want your lips on mine, please," April pleaded.

He moved his face closer, closing the distance, and just when their lips were about to touch, Uriel withdrew.

"What if your brother sees us?" he whispered.

"Who, Iver?" April asked, desperately wanting to feel his lips against hers.

"No, your other brother," Uriel replied.

"Orion?" she asked.

"Yes?" she heard the voice but it didn't come from Uriel.

She shifted around curiously, trying to find the source of the voice and just then, she slipped and was falling from the roof in slow motion.

April's eyes snapped open as she was jerked upright from her sleeping position on the bed. The culprit was Orion, who had his palm around her arm, his usual cold gaze on his face.

"O- O- Orion?" April stuttered out.

"Yes, again?" Orion answered, referring to the first time she had called him in her dream.

April inhaled, loving his scent. He and Iver uses the same cologne but he always managed to smell a bit different. His own scent has a mix of a woody smell, perhaps because he helps Mr Caddel with his work most times.

She unconsciously checked out his dressing, the attire was nothing special but he always made them looked extraordinary.

His man-bun was messily packed but that didn't decrease the level of his handsomeness. Assuming he was born with a rich background, he would have been a model, April thought.

Orion cleared his throat and that brought her out of her thoughts, and her mind was back on the situation at hand. She suddenly felt nervous at the fact that he might have realized that she was checking him out.

Orion released her arm and shoved his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket, his eyes not straying from her face. April looked down at her state of dressing and quickly moved the covers from her waist up till it reaches her neck.

She was only in her bralette and panties, that is how she sleeps everyday. Her mother has opposed her about it many time but April never listened, she likes being comfortable and wearing clothes to sleep weren't her thing.

"W-what are you doing here?" she gulped nervously, looking around the room to avoid his eyes.

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