Bridgett

Secret Triplets: The Billionaire's Second Chance

Roderic Penn

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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"Tell me what you're wearing," His deep voice came through from the other end.

"A satin dress!" She answered, already getting turned on by his questions.

"Long or short?"

"Short."

"Perfect. Panties?" He asked.

"Yes"

"Take it off." He commanded. Mia felt a shiver run down her spine. But she obeyed. She adjusted herself and took off her panties.

"Done!" She replied, lying on her back.

"Good girl! Now close your eyes." He instructed.

Mia obeyed.

"Remember how you feel anytime I take your erect nipple into my warm wet mouth?"

Mia nodded her head at the memory. "Yes I do," she moaned.

"Put your index finger in your mouth, ensure you've got enough saliva on it, then slowly run that finger over your right nipple."

"Ahhhhhhh!" Mia moaned at the cold shiver she got from doing as Colton requested.

"Good job, baby. Keep going. You know those cute nipples of yours are one of my favorite parts of your body. Keep pleasuring them for me, my love. Don't stop until they are very erect and probably a bit red. Just like the way they look whenever I'm done sucking and teasing the hell out of them."

"That's my girl!" He commended when he heard a louder moan from her.

"Now repeat the same step for the other nipple." He instructed and she did just that.

"Ready for the next step?" He asked, She nodded. Remembering it was a voice and not a video call, she replied. "Yes, baby." Her breath was heavy.

"Good. Slowly caress your body down to your bikini area. Do it with the imagination of me showering soft kisses all over your body. Do not touch your pussy until I tell you so."

"Okay!" Mia swallowed painfully and got to work. The more she moaned, the more Colton spoke dirty to her which made her moan even more.

"Colt, please!" She said with her chest rising and falling.

"What do you want, my love?" He whispered seductively, trying to act all innocent.

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Standing before the glass-walled window in his office, with his right hand tucked in his pocket and left hand holding his phone to his left ear, Colton Royal made conversations with the person on the other side.

A couple of minutes into the conversation, Colt heard someone enter his office without knocking. He tore his eyes away from the outside view before him, to take a glance at who that was. Upon seeing his younger brother, Caleb, badge into his office with a smirk on his face and both hands in his pockets, Colton threw him a glare, then turned his attention back to his phone call which took a few minutes.

Seeing that his elder brother was on the phone, discussing business, Caleb swallowed his words. He went straight to the visitors' area of the office which was opposite Colton's desk and comfortably took a seat on the couch as though he was the owner of the office. With one leg crossed over the other, he reached for his phone in his jacket pocket and decided to keep himself company with it.

Soon enough, Colt ended the conversation with the person he was discussing with. Turning around, he scoffed when he saw Caleb typing away on his phone with a sly smile on his face. He could bet on his life that his younger brother was chatting with some girl. Some girl who would eventually get her heart broken by Caleb Royal. As far as Colton knew, Caleb switches girlfriends just like the way he changes his shoes. One minute, he's so crazy over a lady, and the next minute, he's giving a million reasons why he's done with her.

Colton's voice came through, making Caleb look up from his phone. "Will you ever learn how to knock?" He said, making his way to his workspace. He placed his phone on the desk, then settled on the chair.

"Sorry bro, I got carried away!" He got up from where he was seated, then went to occupy the chair opposite Colton's desk.

"You give the same excuse every time!"

"C'mon Colt, Don't get all grumpy. We are brothers after all and it's not as if you've got anything to hide." He said without a care in the world.

"I'm the boss and I make the rules. Let this be the last time you come into my office without knocking. And if you know you can't knock, just stay away!"

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