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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"Asher... I want more..."

Ambiguous gasps and moans were heard through the gap in the bathroom doors.

Eliana Pierce felt like she was falling into an ice cellar as she stood outside the door.

The people inside the bathroom were none other than her friend, Erica Duffy, and her fiance, Asher Harrison.

"You mischievous little darling." Asher's voice was filled with lust, which was nothing like Eliana had heard before.

Erica smiled and asked softly, "Do you like it? Aren't I better for you than Eliana?"

"Don't talk about her!" Asher huffed in a low voice.

Erica groaned, "Don't be angry. It's all her fault that she would rather find a male prostitute than sleep with you..."

"She is such a bitch!" Asher interrupted Erica, venting the hatred in his heart as he kneaded her body so hard until she began to implore him to be gentle.

At the same time, Eliana staggered backwards, her hands trembling as she tried to hide the hickeys on her neck. Her eyes were red and she was on the verge of tears.

"You will break off the engagement with Eliana, won't you?"

"Of course, I will! That bitch doesn't deserve to marry into my family! Like mother, like daughter. Back then, her mother also tempted and provoked some big shot, which caused Eliana's father to die..." Asher snorted disdainfully.

"Didn't her father commit suicide?"

"That was just for show!"

Upon hearing those words, Eliana felt her brain buzzing.

By the time she came to her senses, she had already pulled the bathroom door open, and stormed in.

"What did you just say, Asher?"

Asher and Erica naked in the bathroom, their faces paled from the shock.

Asher quickly grabbed the bath towel beside him in a hurry. "Eliana, what are you doing here?"

Eliana grabbed his hand tightly, trembling, and demanded, "Tell me, who killed my parents!"

"Let him go!" Erica, who was still naked, reached out and pushed Eliana away.

Since Eliana was not expecting the attack, she staggered backwards, and hit her head on the bathtub.

She instantly blacked out and fell unconscious.

Seeing that she was not moving, Erica plucked up the courage to feel her breath, and found that it was very weak.

Horrified, Asher asked, "What happened to her?"

Erica suddenly withdrew her hand, and said in a shaky voice, "She has... I think she's dead."

"What? She's dead?"

"Yeah. What should we do now, Asher?" Erica's lips were quivering as she lowered her head, preventing him from seeing through her lie.

Asher's heart skipped a beat. He took a step forward to find out the truth for himself.

However, Erica threw herself into his arms, and burst into tears. "Eliana is dead! And I don't want to go to jail! Help me, Asher! Could you keep it a secret for me?"

Asher frowned. He was really irritated. "What's the point of keeping it a secret? When..."

"Just dispose of her body, and erase all evidence!"

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