The CEO's Fake Wife And Secret Triplets
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Seraphina, a broke single mother of triplets, snuck into a billionaire's charity gala just for the free food, desperate to fund her daughter's urgent heart surgery.
But her genius five-year-old son secretly hacked the gala's raffle system, thrusting them directly under the spotlight. The untouchable billionaire host, Donovan Vance, froze when he saw the star-shaped birthmark on her wrist—the exact same mark from a dark hotel room five years ago.
Cornered, Seraphina was forced into a five-million-dollar marriage contract to appease Donovan's dying father and secure his corporate empire. She swallowed her pride, took the money to save her daughter, and moved into the penthouse. But Donovan's obsessive childhood friend, Gwendolyn, immediately targeted her. She humiliated Seraphina for her poverty and violently grabbed her in the foyer.
"I dare you to get a DNA test. When the world finds out they're not his, he'll throw you into the street himself!"
Gwendolyn's vicious threat made Seraphina's blood run cold. She was suffocating in sheer panic. She didn't even know if Donovan was actually the father. If a test proved he wasn't, she would be destroyed, and her daughter would lose her only lifeline.
But to her absolute horror, Donovan's father overheard the threat and ordered a legally binding paternity test that very day to permanently silence all doubts. With the medical team arriving and nowhere left to run, the terrifying secret Seraphina had buried for five years was about to be dragged into the light.
The CEO's Fake Wife And Secret Triplets Chapter 1
"Stop fidgeting," Seraphina whispered, her hand pressing firmly against Pax's shoulder.
The ballroom of the Plaza Hotel thrummed with the kind of money that could buy small countries. Crystal chandeliers cast blinding prisms across silk gowns and diamond necklaces. Seraphina stood in the far corner, a ghost in her borrowed, slightly-too-tight black dress, trying to make herself invisible. Her phone, tucked away in a small clutch, felt like a lead weight. She'd seen the email from Mount Sinai just before they'd left the apartment, the subject line a punch to the gut: Urgent Update on Fiona's Treatment Plan. She hadn't dared to open it, but she knew what it meant. More tests, more experimental drugs, more money she didn't have.
"I'm not fidgeting," Pax muttered, his eyes darting around the room. At five years old, he looked like any other kid in his miniature suit, but the old tablet he clutched under the tablecloth was a dead giveaway. He wasn't here for the canapés.
Rowan leaned against her left leg, quiet as a shadow, while Fiona tugged on Seraphina's right sleeve. "Mommy, I'm still hungry."
Seraphina scanned the nearest waiter's tray. Only one mini grilled cheese sandwich left. She grabbed it, breaking it into three tiny pieces. "Here. Share."
Fiona popped her piece into her mouth, her eyes drifting toward the stage where a man in a tailored tuxedo commanded the microphone. Donovan Vance. He looked like he was carved from marble, cold and untouchable.
"Mommy," Fiona whispered, her eyes wide, "is that man a king?"
Seraphina's stomach dropped. A memory flashed-sticky heat, darkness, a heavy weight, and a blinding panic that stole her breath. She blinked it away, her hand instinctively moving to cover her wrist. "No, sweetie. Just a man. Eat your cheese."
On stage, the host, Miles Baxter, clapped his hands. "And now, the moment you've all been waiting for! The Vance Foundation Annual Children's Charity Raffle!"
The massive screens behind him exploded into a whirlwind of scrolling names. Seraphina grabbed the kids' hands. "Okay, time to go. We ate, we saw, we leave."
"But the spinning pictures!" Fiona whined, digging her heels into the plush carpet. "I want to see who wins!"
Seraphina tugged, but Fiona was surprisingly stubborn. Under the tablecloth, Pax's fingers flew across his tablet. A faint smile touched his lips. He wasn't hacking the system itself-that was impossible. But he had found a loophole in the guest registration portal an hour earlier. A simple glitch. Names entered in the final thirty seconds before the raffle began were temporarily cached at the top of the display's rendering queue. He'd typed their name in at the precise moment the host started speaking. He tapped the screen twice, submitting the entry.
The screens on stage stuttered for a fraction of a second. The scrolling slowed, the names blurring, until they locked onto three words in bold gold font.
FLETCHER TRIPLETS.
The room went silent. A spotlight swung from the stage, slicing through the dim lighting like a blade, landing directly on the corner where Seraphina stood.
Her heart slammed against her ribs. The heat of the light was suffocating. Every pair of eyes in the room-socialites, billionaires, heiresses-turned to stare at the woman in the cheap dress and her three mismatched children.
"Ladies and gentlemen!" Miles boomed, his voice echoing off the high ceilings. "It looks like we have our winners! The Fletcher Triplets! Please, come on up!"
Seraphina couldn't move. Her feet felt glued to the floor. This wasn't supposed to happen. They were supposed to eat the fancy food and slip out the back.
Fiona, oblivious to the tension, squealed with delight. "We won, Mommy! We won!" She yanked her hand free from Seraphina's grip and started marching toward the stage, her little patent leather shoes clicking on the marble.
"Fiona, wait!"
Pax and Rowan followed their sister. Seraphina had no choice. She scooped up the hem of her dress and chased after them, her face burning with a humiliation that tasted like copper on her tongue.
As they climbed the steps, Donovan Vance stepped slightly to the side, his expression unreadable. But the older man beside him-Theodore Vance, the patriarch-leaned forward in his wheelchair, his eyes suddenly sharp and bright.
Seraphina kept her head down, focusing on the floor. She stopped the kids a few feet away from the microphone, desperate to grab the prize and run.
Donovan's gaze swept over them. It started with Fiona, lingered on Rowan, and finally landed on Pax. Pax didn't look away. The five-year-old stared right back at the billionaire, his chin lifted, his eyes unnervingly calm.
Donovan's jaw tightened. A muscle feathered near his ear. He looked at Seraphina.
She kept her eyes on the floor, her chest tight. She needed air. She needed to get out of this spotlight. She reached out to pull Fiona closer, her sleeve riding up just an inch.
Under the harsh glare of the stage lights, the small, star-shaped birthmark on the inside of her wrist was impossible to miss.
Donovan's breath hitched. It was a tiny sound, barely audible, but it cut through the noise of the applause. His eyes locked onto the mark. The color drained from his face.
Five years ago. A dark hotel room. A woman struggling beneath him, her hands pushing against his chest, that exact same star blazing on her wrist.
Seraphina felt the intensity of his stare like a physical weight. She looked up, her eyes colliding with his. The cold calculation was gone, replaced by something raw and violent. Shock.
Panic flooded her system. She yanked her sleeve down, covering the mark. She grabbed the kids, pulling them behind her like a shield. "Thank you," she blurted into the microphone, her voice trembling. "We'll take the prize and go."
She turned to flee, but a figure stepped into her path. Alex Dunn, Donovan's assistant, stood there, his face a mask of polite efficiency.
"Ms. Fletcher," Alex said, his voice low and calm, his smile professional. "Congratulations. Mr. Vance would like to congratulate you personally and verify the prize details in a more private setting. If you and your children would be so kind as to follow me?"
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The CEO's Fake Wife And Secret Triplets of Contents
Chapter 1 Ch. 1Chapter 2 Ch. 2Chapter 3 Ch. 3Chapter 4 Ch. 4Chapter 5 Ch. 5
Chapter 6 Ch. 6
Chapter 7 Ch. 7
Chapter 8 Ch. 8
Chapter 9 Ch. 9
Chapter 10 Ch. 10
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Allyson was the most hated actress in Hollywood, forced to wear a cheap, tearing gown after America's sweetheart, Joanne, stole her S-tier role.
During a red carpet disaster, Allyson tripped and fell—straight into the arms of the untouchable megastar, Byron Estes.
The internet exploded, accusing Allyson of faking the fall to seduce him. Drowning in bad press and desperate to pay her agency's termination fee, she signed a reality TV contract. She was forced to play the desperate, clingy villain, acting as a pathetic stepping stone for Joanne and Byron's highly anticipated on-screen romance.
"You could throw yourself at Byron a hundred times, and you'd still never make it into his bed," Joanne mocked.
What Joanne and the furious public didn't know was that three years ago, when Byron was in a horrific crash, Joanne had abandoned him. It was Allyson who stayed.
Even more absurd? Allyson and Byron were actually secretly married, bound by a multi-million dollar NDA.
Determined to play her villainous role and get paid, Allyson memorized a book of cringe-inducing pickup lines, ready to disgust her secret husband on live television.
"The stars are in the sky. But you... are in my heart."
She expected the ice-cold superstar to push her away in disgust. Instead, when another male guest got too close to her, Byron completely shattered his untouchable facade, his eyes burning with a lethal, undeniable possessiveness that sent the internet into absolute chaos.
8.0
Finley's stepfather gave her a sickening ultimatum: marry her predatory stepbrother Shane tonight, or he would throw her fragile mother out on the street.
To escape this hell, she used a matchmaking agency and hastily married a complete stranger. Garrison Strickland claimed to be an ordinary data analyst making $95,000 a year, driving a beat-up Honda Civic, and needing a wife in name only. They got their marriage license at City Hall that very afternoon.
But when Finley returned home to pack her bags and threw the certificate on the table, her family just laughed. Dozier ordered Shane to drag her into the bedroom to "teach her a lesson" and trap her forever.
"Come on, little sister," Shane crooned, lunging at her. "Don't fight it."
Finley's own mother just stared at the floor, blaming Finley for ruining the family, watching blindly as Shane cornered her.
Terrified and desperate, Finley smashed an ashtray over Shane's head and frantically dialed her new husband's number. Shane snatched the phone, mocking the "imaginary husband" before the line went dead. Finley felt a bottomless despair. Garrison was just a normal guy; he would never risk his life against her violent family. She was completely on her own, waiting for the end.
Suddenly, deafening bangs echoed through the house, and Garrison stepped into the living room radiating a cold, terrifying fury. This supposedly "frugal data analyst" effortlessly snapped Shane's wrist, leveled a ruthless death threat that made Dozier tremble, and whisked Finley away in a waiting Bentley. Looking at the powerful man beside her, Finley's heart raced: just who exactly had she married today?
7.3
Ten years ago, I was banished from my pack, branded a whore and a traitor for allegedly drugging and stealing my sister's fated mate.
Now, I was summoned back because my father, the Alpha who disowned me, was dying from a poisoned attack.
Standing by his deathbed, a locked memory finally surfaced—I didn't drug anyone. My husband and I were both victims, poisoned with wolfsbane to force our mating.
But before my father could reveal who orchestrated the setup, his heart monitor flatlined.
My brother instantly shoved me to the ground, pointing a trembling finger at my face.
"You killed him. I will hunt you, I will break you, and I will make your life a living hell."
Even my husband, Kieran, the man I was forced to marry to save our unborn child, walked right past me in the hospital corridor.
He didn't spare me a single glance, choosing instead to gently comfort my mother while I sat bruised and shattered on the cold floor.
I didn't understand why my own family hated me so blindly, and I understood even less who had framed me a decade ago.
What terrified my father so much in his final moments that he couldn't even speak the culprit's name?
Watching my cold husband walk away with the family that abandoned me, the last shred of my naive hope died.
I wiped my tears and stood up. This time, I was going to tear this pack apart to find the truth.
9.1
June woke up transmigrated into the body of a ruthless billionaire's toxic, disposable wife.
Before she could even process the massive Beverly Hills mansion, a cold system voice announced she had exactly five minutes of lifespan remaining.
To survive, she was forced to bind with the system and strictly maintain the original owner's "brainless, abusive drama queen" persona to earn hours to live.
She was forced to violently slap hot coffee out of a terrified maid's hands and physically spank her manipulative five-year-old stepson.
When she tried to escape this nightmare by throwing divorce papers at her terrifying husband, Isaac Walton, he simply ripped them to shreds.
Every time she tried to be reasonable or show a hint of kindness, the system tortured her with agonizing cardiac pain, cementing her status as the most hated monster in the family.
The most absurd part happened when she threw a hysterical, system-mandated tantrum over a gossip magazine, and Isaac's icy demeanor suddenly melted.
He gently touched her hair, offering the one thing she desperately needed.
"Stop crying. I'll handle it."
Just as a spark of hope ignited in her chest, the system's critical death warning exploded in her skull: accepting his sympathy would instantly deduct thirty days of her life.
To stay alive, June had no choice but to violently slap away the only hand reaching out to save her, forcing herself to play the greedy villain while her husband's gaze turned dangerously dark.
7.2
Stepping out of the women's correctional center, Karli took her first breath of freedom in three years.
But the luxury SUV waiting for her didn't bring her home. Instead, her adoptive parents tossed a prenuptial agreement onto her lap.
They demanded she marry a violently unhinged, disfigured man so their company could secure a massive commercial deal.
When she refused, her adoptive mother slapped her hard across the face.
The blow brought back the suffocating nightmare from three years ago—how they had drugged her, framed her for a crime she didn't commit, and sent her to prison just so her stepsister could steal her fiancé.
Now, to break her again, her adoptive father ordered his bodyguards to drag her into the estate's freezing, pitch-black basement.
"You can rot in the dark without food or water until you sign that paper!"
Sitting on the damp cement, bleeding and shivering, a white-hot fury burned away Karli's panic.
They had stolen her youth, her reputation, and her grandfather's inheritance. She would rather die than be their sacrificial lamb again.
She smashed the basement window with a hammer, dragged her bleeding body through the shattered glass, and sprinted blindly into the stormy night.
Under the flickering neon sign of a convenience store, she grabbed the sleeve of a terrifyingly cold stranger.
"Are you single? Marry me right now."
She just needed a legal marriage to escape her family, entirely unaware she had just proposed to the most ruthless billionaire in Chicago.
9.7
I am the Luna of the Blackwood Pack, but my Alpha mate, Ryker, has spent the last six years treating me like a placeholder while publicly pining for his ex, Faye.
When Faye's friends cornered my wolfless daughter and called her a defective embarrassment, I finally used my Luna authority to kick them out.
But instead of defending our child, Ryker stormed in and used his Alpha Command on me.
He forced me to my knees with his raw power, ordering me to apologize to the bullies who had just humiliated our daughter.
When I fought his crushing command and refused, his retaliation was swift and brutal.
He and his mother stripped me of my family's sacred heritage, the Moonpetal Grove, and gifted it to Faye as a reward.
They even tried to force a quack doctor on my daughter, telling me to just accept that she was broken.
The entire pack watched me lose everything, mocking me as the useless, rejected mate.
I had endured his coldness for years, but watching him sacrifice our daughter's safety and my family's legacy for his mistress was the final straw.
How could the Moon Goddess tie me to a man who would so easily destroy his own flesh and blood?
Instead of crying, I pulled out my mother's ancient grimoire and drafted a formal rejection of our mate bond.
And when a terrifyingly powerful, cloaked stranger suddenly appeared to save my daughter's life, carrying a familiar scent of ancient power, I knew my fate was changing.
This time, I wouldn't just walk away. I was going to burn their world to the ground.
