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.

Modern Crime Revenge

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Kate“s POV

I“m leaving.

I can“t take this anymore.

6 hours earlier

"I can“t marry him mom" I pleaded， "Please tell Dad， I can“t"

"There is nothing I can do about it my child， please try to understand" my mom pleaded back. "Please understand you are doing this for me and your father， without this our business will go bankrupt"

Wow， just wow.

"So you are willing to sell your daughter“s happiness for the success of your business"

"Kat---"

"Don“t Kate me， you even have the audacity to shamelessly tell me that" I laughed bitterly.

"You will not speak to me like that young lady， your father and I are doing this for you---"

"How is this for me， I didn“t expect this from you mom， I didn“t"

"That“s enough young lady" came my dad“s booming voice.

I looked towards the door of my room and saw him come in. He was always like that， always able to direct people“s attention to him whenever he wanted. He was never really a father to me now he comes to interfere with my life asking me to get married to a man I don“t love.

"Dad---"

"You will do as I say young lady or consider yourself disowned."

"What!" I screamed.

"What!" This came from my mom.

"You can“t mean that Dad." Even though he wasn“t a good dad didn“t mean I didn“t love him.

"Well I am not joking， now seeing as you are ready to comply I suggest to go get ready for your date with Aiden."

I was livid.

Aiden Carlton， the sole heir to the Carlton fortune. As sexy as his name sounded he was the biggest jerk known to mankind. He had the personality of a dog and an ego the size of Mount Everest. He always made me feel so small. I suffered from depression for about two years. Yes， my Dad had been pushing me to marry him for three years. But now because of my inability to comply and now that his company is on the verge of bankruptcy he wants the wedding to be as soon as possible. My Dad knew about my depression caused by Aiden but never believed me because he was of the impression that I was lying to get out of the relationship with him. No way in hell was I going to marry him.

"You know what Dad， I have had enough. All my life I stood by the sidelines watching you take decisions for me and I never said anything， like in fifth grade when you made me take P.E when I really wanted to go to ballet class， or in the 9th grade when you sent me off to boarding school because you wanted me to be more refined according to you standards， or since 12th grade when you always sent me on dates with your friends sons because you wanted me to find the ideal son-in-law for you， it wasn“t even the ideal husband for me...."

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