Unspoken Fascination

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.

Modern Crime Revenge

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Lorah's POV

It’s been two whole weeks since the explosion at the abandoned airplane.

Two weeks since Sicily has been unconscious.

Drew and I have barely left her side the entire time. It’s strange, considering I don’t even like the guy.

“So, how long have you known Sicily?” I asked, figuring we might as well talk since we’re both stuck in the same room, waiting for any sign that she’s waking up.

He looked up at me, surprised. “Oh, uh, we’ve known each other our whole lives, actually. Me and two other guys, Eric and Peter, have been her big brother figures since we were all under a year old.”

“Oh.” His response caught me off guard. I didn’t like the dude at first, but he’s been looking out for Sicily all these years, doing the job I couldn’t. It’s not my fault I didn’t know about her for 18 years, but I still feel indebted to Drew somehow.

“Wow, thank you so much for being there for her all her life,” I said, walking over to shake his hand.

He smiled, glancing at Sicily fondly. “Well, I was her brother figure. I even thought I might be her real brother since I don’t know who my real parents are either.” He hesitated, looking a bit nervous. “Please don’t knock me out for admitting this, but I’ve started developing feelings for her since finding out we aren’t related.”

“I know,” I grinned, “You seemed a bit head over heels at the agency meeting.”

“You’re not mad at me?” He asked, visibly relaxing.

“No, I’m not, Drew. Technically, you were in her life first. I’m indebted to you, and if letting you go for my sister is a way to repay you, I’ll do it.”

“Thanks, man,” he said, smiling brightly.

Suddenly, Sicily began to stir. Drew and I jumped from our seats, moving to either side of her.

“Sis, are you awake?” I asked, bending over her. She squirmed again.

“Drew, go get the doctor!”

“Wait! I want to try something!” Drew leaned down and kissed her.

“Whaaa?!” Sicily’s eyes flew open.

“Heyyy,” he grinned, and I high-fived him.

“Sicily, you’re okay!” I said, helping her sit up and hugging her. Drew hugged her too, making her blush and turn away.

“How do you feel?” Drew asked gently.

“I… feel fine. Lorah, how long have I been out?”

“Two weeks! Mom and Dad were so worried. Everyone panicked when you didn’t wake up. I’ve got to call them and let them know you’re awake! Drew, watch Sicily!” I said, pulling my phone out of my pocket as I ran out of the room.

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Sicily's POV

I’m… awake?! Was I asleep? I don’t remember much. One moment, I was jumping out of an exploding airplane, and the next, I’m lying in a hospital bed being kissed by Drew.

God, I feel so embarrassed! I can’t even look at him.

I’m starting to get annoyed at my otherwise amazing twin brother for leaving me alone with Drew. Doesn’t he realize how insanely awkward this is?!

I’m sitting in a reclined position, staring at the door on the far left as Drew watches me from my right side.

“Sicily?” he called softly.

I didn’t respond.

“Sicily, I’m sorry. Kissing you was a bold move, and though I don’t regret it, I really didn’t mean to make you mad at me.” He paused, waiting for me to say something. When I didn’t, he continued, “I love you, and I just wanted to see if I could wake you up that way.”

I immediately turned and stared at him in shock.

“Yeah, I’m definitely still in whatever coma or dreamland I was just in,” I said incredulously, lying back down.

"You're not dreaming Sicily"

"That’s what the Drew in my dreams would say"

Omg I DID NOT JUST SAY THAT!! I groaned and pulled at my hair.

"Haha you dream about me?" Drew laughed

"No....I didn't mean.... Ugh" I sat up and yelled for Lorah. "Lorah get back here and make Drew leave!!"

"Sicily calm down I'm sorry" Drew said, "Do you really want me to leave?"

I looked back at him and noticed how worried and sad he looked "Before I answer that.." I replied, "Did you really mean what you said a second ago?"

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