The Runaway Heiress And Her Secret Triplets

The electronic lock on the penthouse door chimed a crisp, high-pitched beep.

Ansley Crawford pushed the heavy oak door open. The scent of expensive vanilla diffuser hit her face. She stepped into the foyer, her fingers loosening their grip on her Birkin bag.

Then, her gaze dropped to the plush white rug.

A pair of red stiletto heels lay discarded on the floor. They were limited-edition Louboutins. Her stepsister, Brylee, had flaunted that exact pair just last Tuesday.

Ansley's stomach dropped. The muscles in her abdomen contracted so violently she felt sick.

She set the Birkin down on the console table. She slipped off her trench coat and hung it on the rack. Her movements were slow, mechanical.

She walked down the long hallway toward the master bedroom. The thick carpet absorbed her footsteps.

As she drew closer, a faint, rhythmic sound became audible, muffled by the heavy wood. She stopped right outside, her breath catching in her throat. She leaned forward and pressed her ear against the cool surface of the door. Through the solid barrier, the sound resolved into a wet, slapping noise. Then came a high-pitched moan.

Ansley's fingertips turned ice-cold. She stopped breathing. Her right hand reached out and clamped around the cold brass doorknob. Her knuckles turned stark white.

She shoved the door open. It slammed against the wall with a thunderous crack.

Harsh overhead lights flooded the room. On the center of the massive king bed, two naked bodies were tangled in the sheets.

Gavin's head snapped toward the door. His eyes bulged out of their sockets.

Brylee let out a piercing scream. She scrambled backward, ripping the silk duvet up to cover her bare chest.

Ansley stood in the doorway. She crossed her arms over her chest. A cold, razor-sharp smirk pulled at the corner of her mouth.

"Ansley!" Gavin tumbled off the edge of the bed. His knees hit the hardwood floor. He stammered, his face flushed red. "This... this isn't what it looks like!"

Ansley didn't blink. She reached into her pocket, pulled out her phone, and tapped the record button. The red light blinked. She held the lens steady on their pathetic, naked forms.

Gavin's face contorted with rage. "Put that away!"

He lunged at her, his bare feet slapping the floor. He reached out to snatch the phone from her hand.

Ansley's eyes narrowed. The air around her shifted.

She stepped slightly to the left, dodging his clumsy grab. Her left hand shot out, grabbing his extended wrist. She pivoted on her heel, dropping her center of gravity. Using a flawless Krav Maga technique, she hauled him over her shoulder.

Gavin's heavy body slammed into the floorboards. The impact forced all the air from his lungs. He let out a loud, agonizing groan.

On the bed, Brylee shrieked. She leaped up, her bare feet hitting the mattress as she lunged forward to grab Ansley's hair.

Ansley didn't even look. She reached back, caught Brylee's wrist mid-air, and twisted it sharply backward.

Brylee screamed in pain. Ansley shoved her hard. Brylee collapsed back onto the mattress, clutching her arm.

Ansley looked down at the man groaning at her feet. Her voice was flat, devoid of any warmth.

"The engagement is over."

She grabbed her left hand. She yanked the massive diamond ring off her ring finger. The metal scraped against her skin.

She threw it straight at Gavin's face.

The sharp edge of the diamond caught him right below the eye. A thin line of blood instantly welled up on his cheek.

Ansley didn't spare the blood a second glance. She turned on her heel and marched out of the bedroom.

She walked down the hallway, grabbed her Birkin from the foyer, and walked out. She slammed the heavy oak door shut behind her.

She stepped into the private elevator and hit the button for the parking garage.