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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."Let go of me!" Meg yelled, pulling her arms away from Natalie's grip.
Slap!
"How dare you disobey me? I paid your family well for this marriage and you must do as I say" Natalie retorted.
Meg's tender cheek burned and turned red. She gently caressed it with her smooth palm. Tears welled up in her eyes as she opened her mouth to defend herself, but Natalie did not give her such liberty.
"What? Say one more word and I will send you to the grave" he shrieked.
He held her tiny arms tightly and squeezed them so that she had no room to escape.
Meg sobbed, the pain was unbearable, but there was no way she could fight back considering the manner he clutched her arms.
"You are hurting me, Natalie" she whispered
"I can as well have you killed, and your parents will do nothing about it. Cross my line next time and you will have yourself to blame"Natalie sneered and shoved her hard.
Meg didn't see that coming, she had a great fall and almost broke her core.
"Ouch," she cried out, holding her hurting waist.
Not satisfied with his cruelty, he went after her again, this time determined to be more brutal with her.
Unfortunately, Natalie felt a strong arm clasp him up and smack his back hard on the wall that stood behind them before he could get near her.
He waggled in an attempt to free himself from the intruder, but the stranger held him firmly.
It was at this point that lightning glimmered and Natalie was able to get a peek at his cold and unfriendly face.
"Lay another finger on her and you will be a dead man," the stranger muttered coldly.
His tone was void of any emotions, thick and dry was his voice. Cold chilly ran down Natalie's spine. Never in his life had he seen a man so intimidating with the allure of power and arrogance.
Glancing at his shivering body, the stranger shoved him hard, this made Natalie bang his ass on the ground. That was when he regretted bullying his wife outside the empty street.
The man then turned to Meg who was still whimpering on the floor and leaned to her level.
"Are you okay?" He asked.
Meg nodded her head. The man gently pulled her up to her feet.
"I will take you to the doctor," he whispered.
"No, thanks. I will be alright" Meg mumbled.
"Do you mind riding home with me?" He asked
"Don't worry, I will find my way home," Meg
replied. Looking toward Natalie.
"Are you sure you want to be with him"? The man asked following her gaze
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Contract Marriage with the Billionaire After Divorce
"You thought you would hide forever Meg? I have found you and you must come with me" Natalie growled. He pulled Meg closer to his body. "Don't lay your stinky hands on me" Meg screamed as she tried hard to get out of his grip. "Does my hands stink? Then I will show you how stinky it can be" Nat/0/17897/coverorgin.jpg?v=513ccfd975c0091f9d1ccf26febf8b26&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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I Slapped My Fiancé-Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis
Being second best is practically in my DNA. My sister got the love, the attention, the spotlight. And now, even her damn fiancé. Technically, Rhys Granger was my fiancé now-billionaire, devastatingly hot, and a walking Wall Street wet dream. My parents shoved me into the engagement after Catherine d/0/87013/coverorgin.jpg?v=03a545cda7f62154e8e6e3fea8e07fc4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Heartbreak Billionaire: He Should Never Have Let Go
Sunlit hours found their affection glimmering, while moonlit nights ignited reckless desire. But when Brandon learned his beloved might last only half a year, he coolly handed Millie divorce papers, murmuring, "This is all for appearances; we'll get married again once she's calmed down." Millie, spi/0/18283/coverorgin.jpg?v=2401e5a1e54cc29217a21e1703806021&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Secret Babies
Abigail Delaney, the youngest female servant of the Williams household came with the intention to work for a period of time in order to save up enough money to pay for her mother's surgery. Unintentionally, she fell in love with the only son and heir to the Williams empire, Liam Williams. It took/0/18507/coverorgin.jpg?v=ddb1c3b116c4f9ab83a8ac68ec447f8f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Head Over Heels
At the funeral, her husband cheated on her with her sister and nearly sent her to the hands of death. She lost her husband and her family’s company overnight. Everything happened so fast that she was driven to despair. At this very moment, he came to her life. Holding his hand, she begged, "Help me!/0/71874/coverorgin.jpg?v=ec15f5262b23f31092864f9e5eb887dd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late, Mr. Billionaire: You Can't Afford Me Now
The whispers said that out of bitter jealousy, Hadley shoved Eric's beloved down the stairs, robbing the unborn child of life. To avenge, Eric forced Hadley abroad and completely cut her off. Years later, she reemerged, and they felt like strangers. When they met again, she was the nightclub's sta/0/18244/coverorgin.jpg?v=41d6469d81ebae1d7ea722ee1277a08f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
An Italian's Virgin Escort
"You, my dear, are just a tissue with my brand name on it. Only I can use you and throw as I want." He whispered harshly holding my neck tightly and biting my cheek with so much desire, like an animal he is. "P-ple-ase leav-e m-me. ple-" I cried and begged him to leave me but that only heightened h/0/68276/coverorgin.jpg?v=e850c968fd814f48daf5abddf2735a00&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Rejected No More: I Am Way Out Of Your League, Darling!
For ten years, Daniela showered her ex-husband with unwavering devotion, only to discover she was just his biggest joke. Feeling humiliated yet determined, she finally divorced him. Three months later, Daniela returned in grand style. She was now the hidden CEO of a leading brand, a sought-after de/0/72913/coverorgin.jpg?v=359f7227b82fb9558a6bba211d39f585&imageMogr2/format/webp)
