Secret Triplets: The Billionaire's Second Chance

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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She was an angel while he was as ferocious as a demon. Was it a mistake from the beginning when two people from utterly different backgrounds crossed paths for the first time?

In the dark, a silhouette of two figures drifted in the shadows.

Hannah Song faced the man hiding in the darkness with vacant eyes and asked, "Brian... Mmmm... Do you love me?"

No response was heard. The man didn't stop his rhythmic movement.

Hannah found it hard to concentrate, but she couldn't afford to miss the chance. This was her perfect opportunity to get that most awaited promise while Brian was lost in the pleasure of lovemaking. "Brian, will you... marry me?"

"Sure," Brian Long answered in a low and seductive voice, which gave her a sense of casual coldness. His tone sounded slightly oppressive in this dark room with a subtly strange atmosphere.

"Really?" Her eyes lit up immediately as she asked with sheer excitement.

"However, you are not good enough for me."

Before Hannah could even figure out what he meant by that cruel statement, the room was brightened up all of sudden. She closed her eyes instinctively, and when she reopened them, her smile of happiness and satisfaction vanished into thin air.

She turned to the other side and saw Brian, dressed properly, sitting comfortably on a chair with legs crossed while watching her full of scorn.

Horrified, Hannah couldn't believe what just happened. Yelling and shaking uncontrollably, she screamed, "Why did you do this to me?"

"Why?" Brian's eyes reflected nothing but intense anger and coldness, and his voice sounded merciless as he spoke. "Was it really you that night?"

Hearing this, Hannah felt her face drained out of color as panic crept in. Frightened to death, she looked at Brian and spoke in a trembling voice, "What... what are you talking about?"

Brian didn't answer. Instead, he looked down and images of Molly Xia began to flash across his mind. Her innocent and beautiful face seemed to remind him how distant and unreachable she was.

Brian sneered in a deep sulk. Hannah wanted him badly, while on the contrary, Molly was very elusive, always running away from him.

As if being pierced with a needle, he felt a sharp pain in his heart just thinking about it.

'Molly Xia, did you really want to leave me so desperately that you even brought another woman into my life?'

Brian squinted. His beautifully deep-set eyes gave him a relaxed yet sharp look. Uncrossing his legs, he stood up slowly and walked to Hannah.

Hannah felt an aura of violence and danger drawing near. She trembled helplessly and couldn't help but pull back until she felt the wall against her. There was no way out.

"Do you know what you did wrong?" Brian asked calmly. But those who knew him well would tell the hidden danger in his calmness.

Hannah shook her head blankly. Still shaking in terror and intimidated by his imposing manner, she was reacting all by instinct.

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