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."
Chapters
Share
Chapter 4
Jenelle let out a high-pitched shriek, twisting her arm in Annelise's grip.
Let go of me! You crazy bitch! Assault! Help!
The paparazzi went wild. This was better than a fashion shot. This was a catfight. The flashes turned into a strobe light effect, blinding and disorienting.
Get her off me! Jenelle screamed at her bodyguards.
Two massive men in suits stepped forward, their hands reaching for Annelise.
Mom! Blace yelled, stepping in front of Annelise.
Annelise realized the danger instantly. She shoved Jenelle away, sending the woman stumbling back in her high heels.
Run, Annelise ordered the kids.
She scooped Clemie up into her arms, grabbed the handle of the rolling bag, and bolted toward the nearest exit-a corridor leading to the restrooms.
Get them! Jenelle screeched behind them. "Don't let them get away! I want them arrested!"
Annelise sprinted down the hallway, her breath tearing at her throat. She ducked into the alcove leading to the family restroom. It was a dead end, but it offered momentary cover.
She put Clemie down. The little girl was sobbing, her face buried in the teddy bear.
It's okay, shh, it's okay, Annelise panted, wiping sweat from her forehead. Her hands were shaking. Adrenaline was flooding her system, making her knees weak.
I need... I need a second, Annelise gasped. She felt sick. The confrontation had brought back too many memories of being powerless. She pointed to the restroom door. "I'm going to wash my face. Stay right here. Do not move. Algernon, watch the door."
Algernon nodded. "The camera angle here is blind. We are unobserved."
Good. Give me ten seconds.
Annelise pushed into the restroom, splashing cold water on her face, trying to stop the world from spinning.
Outside in the hallway, the triplets stood in a defensive triangle.
Jenelle rounded the corner. She had shaken off the press but brought her two bodyguards. Her face was twisted in an ugly sneer.
She saw the three children standing alone.
Well, well, Jenelle said, smoothing her fur vest. "Mommy left you? Coward."
She walked up to them, looming over Clemie. "You ruined my shot, you little rat."
Jenelle raised her foot and stomped hard on Clemie's teddy bear, grinding the heel of her stiletto into the fabric.
Clemie screamed.
Blace didn't say a word. His eyes went dark, the pupils dilating until the blue was almost gone.
He reached into the pocket of his cargo shorts. He pulled out a large, heavy glass marble. It was a "steelie"-a ball bearing encased in glass.
Hey, lady, Blace said.
Jenelle looked up. "What?"
Blace flicked his thumb.
The marble flew through the air with terrifying velocity. It struck Jenelle squarely on the kneecap, right on the sensitive nerve cluster.
Crack.
Jenelle's scream was bloodcurdling. Her leg buckled instantly, and she collapsed to the floor, clutching her knee.
My leg! You broke my leg!
The bodyguards lunged. "You little-"
Blace didn't retreat. As the first bodyguard reached for him, Blace dropped to the ground, sliding between the man's legs like a baseball player stealing home.
As he slid, he pulled a small paper packet from his other pocket and clapped his hands together.
A cloud of fine, white powder exploded into the air.
It was a mixture of ground white pepper and dried chili flakes-Clemie's special "bad dog" recipe.
The bodyguards inhaled it.
Instantly, they were incapacitated. They doubled over, coughing violently, tears streaming down their faces, sneezing uncontrollably.
My eyes! I can't see! one of them yelled.
Blace stood up, dusted off his knees, and looked down at Jenelle, who was writhing on the floor.
Don't touch the bear, Blace said calmly. He picked up the dirty teddy bear, dusted it off, and handed it back to a stunned Clemie.
Apologize, Blace demanded of Jenelle.
I'm going to kill you! Jenelle sobbed.
Wrong answer. Blace reached into his pocket again.
Just then, heavy footsteps echoed from the main terminal. The sound of expensive leather shoes hitting the tile with authority.
But the footsteps weren't coming closer. They were outside, by the curb. A car door slammed shut with a heavy, final thud.
Someone was here. Someone who didn't need to enter the building to command it.
---
You may also like
8.2
In a kingdom ruled by shadow magic, elemental fire wielders were slaughtered decades ago after a devastating rebellion.
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?