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Secret Triplets: The Billionaire's Second Chance

Chapter 3 No.3

Word Count: 1042 | Released on: 22/01/2026

ows with a cruel brilliance. Hilliard woke up on the sofa

nts of the night before came rushing

new he had messed up. He shouldn't have brought Charla here, but she

into the hallway. The

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m door. He knocked. "Cai? Are

the handl

op this. Op

went to the master bedroom, grabbed the emergency

urned it. The lock clicked

om was

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is phone and di

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the phone. Discon

aled

ment Gavin answered. "Track her ph

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ne. Just

"Go," he snarled at the driver. "Her favorite places. The park. The Met. The library. And get the commissioner on the phone." As the car tore through the

buzzed. It

from your building at 5:00 AM. Drop off was at

inic. It was whispered about in his circle

ss," Hilliard said

iard gripped the leather seat, his knuckles white, as they sped toward the

ceptionist. "Cailin Ho

here!" a security guard

building!" He shoved his Black Card and his

king calm but stern. "Mr. Hollo

illiard demanded,

thirty minutes ago,"

maiden name stung. "What di

privacy laws," the nurse said. "But she l

m a thick man

so badly he almost dropped it. He rippe

hings f

e papers. Signed.

er read Termination of Pregnancy

y blurred image, the kind produced by older machines, just clear enoug

was torn

is knees buckled, and he collapsed into

on-viable... termination complete. The paperwork was terrifyingly thorough, imp

at the t

he whispered. The

th Charla's drama, with the gala... he hadn't noticed. H

note attached to the fil

bsent. Now

nched the wall next to him. The plaster cracked under his fist. Pain shot up his arm

just run into the lobby, panting. "Shut do

was t

e country. They found a trail that led to JFK, to a ticket bought with cash

the trail

ad secretly started building in the penthouse's eas

ees. He clutched the torn sonogram photo to his chest

ct, his arrogance, his blindn

o the empty room. "If it takes a

e man broken on the floor of a

YEARS

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Secret Triplets: The Billionaire's Second Chance

Roderic Penn Modern

“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.”