The Billionaire's Secret Triplets: Mom's Revenge
Six years ago, I was a naive girl sold by my father to the powerful Sanders estate, only to be tossed onto the streets after a brutal assault they labeled "marital infidelity." I fled the country pregnant and broken, hiding from the shadow of a husband I had never even met. Now, I've returned to New York with my triplets to sign the final divorce papers and disappear forever.
But Archibald Sanders-the man I was told was a crippled recluse-intercepted us with the cold precision of a predator. He didn't see the woman his family destroyed; he saw a gold-digger who had shamed his name. His security team hunted us to a grimy motel, using tactical force to snatch my children away and drag me to his glass-walled empire.
In his office, he loomed over me, demanding a DNA test and threatening to throw me in prison while my babies were lost to the foster system. He was convinced I'd cheated, yet he stared at my sons with a haunting confusion, unable to ignore the stormy blue eyes that were a perfect mirror of his own. I stood there, paralyzed by his scent-the sharp tang of rain and expensive leather that triggered the icy dread of my worst nightmares.
How could he accuse me of betrayal when he felt exactly like the monster who had shattered my life in that dark hotel room?
"I'll sign anything," I sobbed, "just give me my kids."
But the game changed when my five-year-old son hacked the tower's security, holding the skyscraper hostage to save me. In the chaos, a fragile, silent boy-Archibald's secret son-wandered into the room and reached for me as if I were his missing soul. Archibald's face turned to stone as he tore up the agreement and locked the doors.
"Until I find out why my son is looking at you like that," he growled, "you aren't going anywhere."
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Chapter 3
The customs officer offered a tight, synthetic smile that didn't reach his eyes. "Ma'am, I'm going to need you to step into the waiting area. The system is... rebooting."
Annelise felt the blood drain from her face. It wasn't a reboot. It was a stall tactic.
Beside her, Algernon adjusted his glasses. They were slightly too big for his face, sliding down his nose. He looked like a miniature, concerned accountant. He glanced up at the officer, then down at the digital watch on his left wrist.
It wasn't a normal watch. It was a Frankenstein device he had built from scrap parts and a stolen smartphone processor back in London.
Algernon tapped the screen. His small fingers moved in a blur.
Accessing Port Authority Network... Bypassing Firewall... Triggering false security alert, Terminal 4.
Suddenly, the overhead speakers crackled with a deafening screech of static.
Attention all personnel! A stern, official voice boomed through the hall. "Security breach reported in Terminal 4, Sector Gamma. All available agents respond immediately."
The lights in the customs hall flickered violently. The computer screen in front of the officer went black, then flashed a bright, neon green smiley face before resetting to the default "ACCESS GRANTED" screen.
The officer stared at the monitor, bewildered. He tapped the keys. Nothing worked except the "Approve" function.
I... uh... The officer looked at the chaotic line forming behind Annelise. He saw other officers starting to move toward the exit, responding to the alert. "Go ahead. Just go. The system cleared you."
He stamped the passports hurriedly, desperate to get them out of his face so he could deal with the malfunction.
Annelise didn't question the miracle. She grabbed the passports. "Thank you."
She ushered the kids through the gate, walking fast. As they passed the barrier, she glanced down at Algernon. He was innocent, looking around at the ceiling tiles, but the corner of his mouth was quirked up in a tiny, satisfied smirk.
Algernon, she whispered warningly.
The firewall was rudimentary, Mother, he murmured back. "It was offensive to my intelligence."
Annelise let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. They were through. They were legally in the United States.
They reached the baggage claim, retrieved their two battered suitcases, and pushed through the sliding glass doors into the Arrivals Hall.
The noise hit them like a physical wave. A wall of people, signs, shouting taxi drivers, and the chaotic energy of New York.
Taxi line is that way, Annelise said, pointing to the right.
Wait. Clemie stopped dead in her tracks. She dropped her teddy bear by one arm and pointed a shaking finger at a metal trash can near a pillar about twenty feet away.
Clemie, come on, Annelise urged, trying to pull her.
No, Mommy! Clemie plugged her nose. "Hot! It smells hot! Like... like the batteries Blace melts!"
Blace's ears perked up. He broke formation and darted toward the trash can.
Blace! Get back here! Annelise hissed.
Blace ignored her. He leaned in, sniffed the air like a bloodhound, and grinned. "Lithium ion thermal runaway," he announced loudly. "Cool!"
A split second later, a popping sound came from the bin. Thick white smoke began to billow out, followed by a sudden flare of orange flame. Someone had thrown a faulty power bank into the trash.
Fire! someone screamed.
Panic rippled through the crowd. People scrambled away from the trash can.
See? Clemie said proudly, picking up her bear. "I told you."
Annelise's heart was hammering. "Okay, okay, you were right. Now let's use the distraction to get a cab."
She knelt down, grabbing Blace by the back of his shirt and pulling him back to the group. "Listen to me. All of you. No hacking. No sniffing out fires. No fighting. We are invisible. We are mice. Understand?"
I don't want to be a mouse, Blace grumbled. "I want to be a tiger."
Be a mouse or we go to jail, Annelise said sternly.
Look out! Algernon warned, pulling Annelise back.
A wall of flashing lights blinded them.
A phalanx of photographers was moving backward, snapping pictures aggressively. In the center of the storm was a woman who looked like she had stepped out of a magazine cover.
Jenelle Santiago.
She was wearing six-inch stiletto heels, white skinny jeans, and a fur vest that probably cost more than Annelise's entire life earnings. She was walking with her chin high, talking loudly into a phone, ignoring the peasants around her.
I know, Archie is waiting in the car, Jenelle was saying, her voice shrill. "Make sure you get my good side when he eventually gets out."
The crowd of paparazzi forced Annelise and the kids against the wall.
Move it! a bodyguard in a black suit shouted, shoving a bystander aside.
Clemie, disoriented by the flashing lights, stumbled. Her small rolling suitcase tipped over and slid right into Jenelle's path.
Jenelle stopped. She looked down at the cheap, pink plastic suitcase with disdain. Then her eyes moved to Clemie.
Watch where you're going, you little brat, Jenelle snapped.
Annelise froze. The mother lion in her chest woke up and roared.
Clemie shrank back, her lip trembling. "I'm sorry..."
Jenelle rolled her eyes. "Where are your parents? letting vermin run loose in the airport..." She raised her foot and kicked the pink suitcase aside. It skidded across the floor and hit the wall with a crack.
That was it.
Blace let out a low growl. His fists clenched at his sides.
Algernon stepped back into the shadow of a pillar, tapping his watch again. Disabling local security cameras... Now.
Jenelle reached out, her long, manicured fingernails aiming to push Clemie out of her personal space.
Move, Jenelle hissed.
Her hand never made contact.
Annelise moved faster than she ever thought possible. She intercepted the strike, her hand clamping around Jenelle's wrist like a vice.
Jenelle gasped, shocked. She looked up, meeting Annelise's eyes.
Annelise wasn't the scared girl from the hotel room anymore. Her eyes were cold, hard flint.
Don't, Annelise said, her voice low and dangerous. "Touch. My. Daughter."
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8.2
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Christabel is the last surviving Flamebound.
Prince William is the heir to the throne that ordered her people's execution.
When an ancient magic awakens one older than both flame and shadow they are forced into an alliance that neither of them wants.
But their powers react when they touch.
And prophecy whispers that only together can they save the kingdom...
Or burn it down.
8.4
For twenty years, I lived as the adopted daughter of the wealthy Hill family.
But today, they forced me to sign a severance agreement and kicked me out so their precious biological daughter, Malia, could marry my fiancé.
To ruin me completely, they framed me for stealing Malia's engagement bracelet, threatening me with prison.
I calmly exposed the "sapphire" as cheap glass, then rolled up my sleeves to show the reporters my scarred, punctured arms.
For two decades, I wasn't a daughter. I was Malia's living blood and bone marrow bank.
They drained my health to keep her alive, even ordering doctors to ignore my failing organs just so she could attend a gala.
"Take this million dollars and shut your mouth," my adoptive father sneered, throwing a check at my feet.
My ex-fiancé looked at me with disgust, and Malia screamed that I was a crazy, vindictive liar.
They had stolen my life and my health, yet they still looked down on me like I was garbage.
I ripped the check into pieces and threw it in their faces.
Just as they ordered the butler to drag me out, a group of men in black suits shattered the chaos.
The heir of the untouchable Montgomery dynasty stepped through the door, ignoring the Hills' fawning, and handed me a DNA report.
I wasn't a disposable blood bag. I was the long-lost true heiress of old New York money.
And now, I was going to take back everything they stole from me.
9.4
Hayley was betrayed by those who should have loved her most. To save their precious adopted daughter from a punishment she deserved, her own parents sent Hayley straight into a living hell—an infamous prison where survival demanded cruelty, and weakness meant death.
Four years later, the girl who had entered those iron gates no longer existed. She emerged with a single, unbreakable rule carved into her soul: Every betrayal would be repaid tenfold.
The day she walked free, the world trembled. A convoy of luxury cars lined the road. A legion of loyal followers awaited her triumphant return.
Her father tried to buy her silence with money. But money had long lost its power over her.
Her adopted sister hid behind sweet words and false kindness. But empty smiles no longer fooled her.
Everything that had once been stolen would be reclaimed—piece by piece.
When her parents attempted to tie themselves to the city's most feared man by offering their adopted daughter, Hayley's lips curved into a cold smirk. "Not on my watch."
Backed by a legendary hacker, shadowy allies, and an entire prison willing to burn the world for her, Hayley dismantled her enemies with terrifying precision.
Then the tyrant noticed her. "You're interesting," he said. "Be my woman, and the city is yours."
Hayley raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "You want to own me? Survive me first."
High society became their battlefield. Power collided with desire. Ambition clashed with obsession. In this ruthless game of dominance and temptation, only one would kneel first.
The girl once abandoned in hell rose from its ashes, crowned by fire and vengeance—And in the end, even the most feared ruler in the city would bow, offering his empire to the woman who had conquered both hell… and him.
7.1
Eleanor Heather enjoys her ordinary life, working as an accountant, repaying student loans, and living in an apartment with her best friend, Lana. However, one night, a strange man attacked and bit her, leaving her traumatized and afraid to go out alone. Little did she know, this incident was just the beginning of a life-altering journey. When she crossed paths with Nicholas Shaw, a lawyer and owner of the firm she audited, her life took a drastic turn. Despite dark secrets surrounding Nicholas, Eleanor couldn't help but be drawn to him, and Nicholas Shaw was determined not to let her go.
8.0
She has thirty days. Ten billion dollars. And a quantum space that can swallow anything.
Kinsey Elliott died cold, starving, and betrayed—pushed into a frozen abyss by the uncle who stole her fortune.
Then she woke up.
Back in her penthouse. Back in her perfect body. Back with a silver mark on her wrist that lets her store entire warehouses of supplies in a dimension where time stands still.
The world has thirty days until a global ice age freezes everything.
Her family has thirty days to try to lock her away, steal her money, and have her killed.
And Kinsey? She has thirty days to turn ten billion dollars into an invisible fortress—and burn every last one of them to the ground.
She's not surviving the apocalypse.
She's building it.
9.0
When Valdez asked Evangeline Swiss to be their surrogate, they had no idea they were related in a whole twisted plot. Their families were tangled in a way that was dangerous but unknown to them. Their coming together wasn't meant to be. The instant their relationship became public; series of events began to unfold that threatened not just their relationship but their very existence.
For billionaire Jason Valdez, getting a surrogate was the last thing he wanted. Heck, he was losing his wife. Who cares about raising a child? But he had a dying wish to keep. His wife; Ellen needed him to be happy and, on her dying bed, pushed the Swiss lady to her. Judging by their first meeting, he had nothing nice to say about Evangeline Swiss, blond, savvy and a curvy woman who wears her heart on her face.
Evangeline Swiss, a smart business tycoon, ended a successful business meeting with shocking news. The Internet was splattered with naked pictures of her best friend and her boyfriend. It was a bitter pill she was forced to swallow. So, when told about a surrogacy proposal, she found the idea interesting. So, for fun, she chose to be one. What she didn't expect was falling in love with the hooded blue-eyed father of her baby. And just when she was settling into the rhythm of their romance, the storm rises. She wonders if their coming together was not even manipulated from the beginning. And how was she to face this history their families shared despite the odds?
Would these two souls find peace amidst the raging wars all around them? And can they make their relationship work despite shocking revelations that threaten to force them apart?