The CEO's Regret: Mommy's Return With Secret Triplets
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Five years ago, she was framed, broken, and thrown out into the cold rain by the only man she ever loved, the ruthless billionaire CEO, Lucian. He refused to listen to her pleas, and he never knew she was carrying his greatest secret: triplets.
Now, she is back. Not as the weak, naive girl he discarded, but as a powerful, untouchable woman. When their paths cross again, Lucian feels an undeniable pull toward her. But when he accidentally discovers three genius children who share his exact eyes, his cold world shatters. The arrogant CEO is finally forced to his knees. He will do anything to win his family back, but she has a new rule: forgiveness isn't free, and the CEO must pay for his regret.
The CEO's Regret: Mommy's Return With Secret Triplets Chapter 1
The sound of rain always made Zara's chest tight. Even now, standing in the climate-controlled luxury of a private airport lounge, the sight of water hitting the glass pulled her back to that night.
Five years ago.The night her heart was ripped out of her chest.
"Get out, Zara. Take your lies and get out of my sight before I call the police."
Lucian's voice echoed in her mind. It had been as cold as the marble floors of his mansion. He hadn't looked at her. He hadn't listened when she begged, when she swore on her life she hadn't stolen his family's heirloom.
He just turned his back, leaving her to be thrown out into the freezing storm by his security guards.
She had stood in the mud outside the massive iron gates, shivering, bleeding from a scrape on her knee, holding her flat stomach.
He didn't know.He hadn't given her the chance to tell him that she was carrying his child.
She took a deep breath, forcing the memory back into the dark box where it belonged.
"Mommy? You're squeezing my hand too tight."
Zara blinked, the luxurious airport lounge coming back into focus. She looked down. Standing beside her, wearing a tiny, perfectly tailored beige suit, was Leo.
He was four years old, but his dark, piercing eyes were far too serious for a child. They were Lucian's eyes. Exact copies. It still made her breath hitch sometimes.
"Sorry, my love," Zara whispered, kneeling down to smooth his collar. "Mommy was just thinking."
"You were thinking about the bad man again," a small voice piped up from behind.
Zara turned to see her daughter, Mia, climbing off a plush leather sofa. Mia had inherited Zara's soft features but had a fiery temper that could scare grown adults.
Trailing right behind Mia was Liam, the quietest of the triplets, clutching a tablet that he had probably just used to hack into the airport's Wi-Fi.
Triplets.The doctors had been shocked. Zara had been terrified.
But now, looking at the three of them, a fierce, burning heat replaced the cold memories in her chest. They were her life. Her armor. And nobody was ever going to hurt them.
"We don't talk about the bad man," Zara said softly, gathering all three of them into a tight hug. She breathed in the smell of baby shampoo and warm cotton.
"We are here for a new start. We are going to build our own empire."
She stood up, her emerald green dress flowing around her legs. She was no longer the naive, desperate maid who cried outside Lucian's gates.
She was Zara Vance.
In the last five years, she had built a multi-million dollar fashion and design brand from scratch in Europe. She was ruthless, untouchable, and wealthy beyond what she ever thought possible.
A woman in a sharp grey suit walked up to them, holding a tablet. It was her assistant, Chloe.
"Ms. Vance, the car is ready. And I have the itinerary for your meetings this week."
"Read it to me on the way," Zara commanded, taking Leo's hand and leading her family toward the sliding glass doors.
"Your first meeting is tomorrow at 9:00 AM," Chloe said, reading the screen as they walked out to the waiting black SUV. "It's the final negotiation for the merger with the largest tech-design firm in the city."
"Who is the CEO?" Zara asked, checking her phone. She had let her team handle the early negotiations. She only stepped in for the final kill.
Chloe tapped the screen. "The company is Sterling Enterprises. The CEO is Mr. Lucian Sterling."
Zara stopped dead in her tracks. Her phone nearly slipped from her fingers. The air in her lungs vanished.
Of all the companies in this massive city.Of all the men.
"Mommy?" Liam tugged on her dress, looking up at her with those dark, familiar eyes. "Are you okay?"
Zara stared at the dark tinted windows of her car. Her reflection stared back, a powerful woman who bowed to no one. Her shock slowly melted, hardening into something cold and sharp.
A slow, dangerous smile crept onto her lips.
"I'm perfectly fine, baby," Zara whispered, her voice like ice."It seems Mommy has an old debt to collect tomorrow."
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The CEO's Regret: Mommy's Return With Secret Triplets of Contents
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Chapter 7 Ch. 7
Chapter 8 Ch. 8
Chapter 9 Ch. 9
Chapter 10 Ch. 10
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7.7
My fiancé always told me he loved me. But not long after our engagement, I woke up suffocating in the dark.
He was pressing a pillow over my face, his eyes cold and dead, while my half-sister stood by watching with fake pity.
They had orchestrated everything just to steal my trust fund.
It all started with a massive hotel scandal. They had drugged me, thrown a cheap escort into my bed, and brought a mob of paparazzi to ruin my reputation.
When my fiancé broke through the crowd, playing the heartbroken victim, he knelt down with a massive diamond ring.
"I know things have been hard, but I love you. If you come home with me, I will forgive all of this."
In my past life, I cried tears of gratitude and let him slide that ring onto my finger.
That ring sealed my death warrant. I lost my company, my dignity, and eventually, my life.
Until my lungs burned and my heart stopped, I didn't understand.
How could the people I trusted most plot my murder so ruthlessly?
Why did they have to tear my entire life apart?
Opening my eyes again, I was back on the morning of the hotel scandal, exactly one year ago.
But the man lying bare-backed in my bed wasn't a random escort.
It was Johnathan Chase, my family's biggest corporate rival and the most ruthless predator on Wall Street.
Listening to the paparazzi pounding on the door, I smiled coldly.
8.1
Born into luxury, Hermione Watson-Pierce has always felt like merely a pawn in her parents' ruthless game of power. She learned to suppress her emotions, earning herself the title of the "Ice Queen."
Just then, Aiden Mendes bursts into her life-a charming playboy known for his reckless reputation. Aiden chooses to cope with his inner turmoil through a lavish lifestyle, using his charisma and striking looks to keep others at bay.
A looming threat forces them to face a contracted marriage or risk losing their inheritance. When they first meet, Aiden is struck by an unexpected attraction, as if it were love at first sight. Yet, his notorious reputation precedes him, and Hermione makes no effort to hide her disdain.
As their contractual marriage evolves into a battle of wills, Aiden must work to melt Hermione's icy heart, proving that he is more than what meets the eye. But can he persuade her to rise above her prejudices and bravely pursue love?
9.2
Rebirth with a Twist.
Fawn Jones doesn't get a chance to resolve the issues with her marriage. No, she gets murdered in her own bathtub. Drowned by the husband she hated after he had moved his mistress into their bed, Fawn's last lucid thought is a promise before death. "I will not stay weak. I will make you pay. If not in this life, then the next." Then she wakes up. Different room. Different body. Different life. Cassandra Huntington – rich, infamous, beautiful in a way Fawn never had been. Cassie had been in a coma for six months after a car crash. Her billionaire husband, Blake, had just signed the paperwork to turn off her life support when she suddenly started breathing on her own. Now everyone thinks Fawn is Cassandra. The media calls it a miracle. Blake calls it complicated. The woman wearing his wife's face is softer, sharper, funnier... and so tempting he hates himself for wanting her. Fawn calls it an opportunity for revenge. Her killers are still out there. Her old body is in the ground under a lie. And the only weapons she has now are Cassandra's money, Cassandra's reputation... and Cassandra's husband. So, she plays the role. Learns to walk in six-inch heels. Smiles for the cameras. Seduces a man who once couldn't stand his wife and now can't seem to stay away from her. While she quietly buys into the company that ruined her old life. While she gets close enough to the man who killed her to watch him crack. They drowned the wrong woman. Now she's awake. And she's not done.
7.7
Not only was I drugged, blinded and assaulted. I was deceived into carrying a baby by a stranger I never knew. Then he appeared and took my child away.
I was sent to a militia by the father of my child. I thought I was rescued but I was recruited to be a weapon for killing. Who was manipulating me, I didn't know. The answers were far from what I knew.
Forced to blend into the world that I could never believe I would be to, a place where brutality reigned, kill or be killed was the only language. I have survived but he has to pay for everything he did to me, because I believed every phase of my life was set by him and him alone. Have I really survived?
Who would have thought, he existed twice in the same world? Do I really know who I should take revenge on? Him or the person I would sacrifice everything for?
Was my mother the one who orchestrated everything? What kind of pawn am I?
9.7
I was the Luna of the Black Moon pack, happily carrying the Alpha's heir and believing in our Fated Mate bond.
But on a romantic getaway to the mountains, my beloved mate Ryker suddenly pushed me off a cliff.
As I dangled over the abyss, pleading for help, he just sneered and crushed my fingers under his heavy boot.
"Such a shame, my dear Luna."
I survived the plunge but lost my baby in a pool of my own blood.
Lying half-dead in the dark forest, I heard Ryker and his Beta confirming my "accidental" death.
He hadn't just cheated on me. He had orchestrated my murder to officially welcome his Chosen Mate.
He traded my life and our unborn pup for a piece of territory, disgusted by my mother's healing bloodline.
I couldn't understand how the sacred bond of the Moon Goddess could be so easily discarded, or how a father could butcher his own flesh and blood for power.
My love and grief were instantly replaced by a burning, venomous rage.
Fortunately, the legendary Alpha King passed by and saved me from the woods.
Hidden away in an ancestral sanctuary, I opened my laptop and sent a message to a mysterious ally.
"I need to get my revenge."
This time, I was going to make them pay in blood.
8.3
Ayleen Ramirez sat in the sterile Hope Hill Fertility Clinic, her heart shattering as Dr. Finch delivered the crushing news: her third IVF cycle had failed.
Eavesdropping outside a supply closet, she overheard her husband Don on the phone, laughing cruelly. "She's a defective incubator," he sneered to his mistress Alessandra. "I never used my sperm—just cheap bank donation. No trailer trash carries a Bradley heir."
Betrayed, Ayleen confronted him, but her adoptive family ambushed her at home. Her parents and brother sided with Alessandra, now pregnant by Don, demanding Ayleen sign divorce papers to secure family investments. "You're an embarrassment," her mother snapped, threatening to cut her trust fund. Ayleen tossed back their heirloom necklace and walked out.
She stormed the Bradley mansion, slapped divorce papers on Don, packed her bags amid his aunt's insults, and fled into the night.
Drunk in a trendy bar, she stumbled into a powerful stranger—Burdette Guerrero—spilling whiskey on his crotch, then accidentally grabbed a napkin to his trousers. He shoved her away in rage.
Worse, she mistook his penthouse suite for her hotel room, bursting in on his shower, smashing a mirror in panic. He pinned her to the wall, snarling accusations.
How did this arrogant man know her name? Why demand she sign a mysterious contract at 9 a.m.? Devastated and clueless she's actually pregnant—with his stolen heir—Ayleen sobbed alone, the world crumbling.
The next morning, she straightened her spine in the Grand Guerrero lobby, ready to face him and demand answers—no matter the cost.
