Mabel Parker has lived a hard-knock life, not only is she betrayed by her father, she loses her job that same day and is on the verge of being kicked out by her landlord. Ruth, her best friend suggests that she takes a job as a server at a high-class society ball and there, Mabel meets Alec Rivera, the CEO of Daston Airlines and heir of the Rivera group; one of the richest families in North America. Mabel wakes up the next day and discovers she just had a one-night stand with him, except he accuses her of drugging and sleeping with him. What! Heart-broken, Mabel flees to another country where she starts life afresh for herself and her expectant bundles of joy. Six years later, Mabel is back to the city that took everything from her, but she’s no longer the feeble girl but a resilient, strong woman. She’s back to secure a deal from the government. What happens when Mabel runs into the same man who broke her years ago and suddenly he wants her back?? How long will she be able to hide the three adorable children who are his spitting image? Alec Rivera can’t get his mind off the girl who pleasured him six years ago. He feels sorry for humiliating her and seeks for her forgiveness. However, Alec must put aside his personal feelings and secure a deal from the government worth billions of dollars. What happens when one of his rivals for the contract walks into the conference room and it's no one but the girl from the one-night stand? Except she's a successful now. Can Alec pull down the walls Mabel Parker has built around her heart? Or will he lose her again? Will he find out about the triplets?
View More—Alec—My convoy pulled up before the Auriela Grand Hall. I climbed down from the car and as usual—there were clicks of cameras in a distance.“Alec! Mr. Rivera, just one photo, please!” someone shouted from the press barricade.I didn’t slow my pace until a young photographer, no older than twenty, broke past security and rushed up, breathless and bold.“Sir, please, just one pose. My editor says I need at least one clear shot of you tonight or I lose my job.”He held up his camera like a peace offering, his eyes wide with desperation.I adjusted the cuff of my tuxedo, already losing my patience. But something in his voice, maybe the way it cracked when he mentioned losing his job, made me reconsider.I paused in my track. “Make it quick.”He practically stumbled backward, his camera already up. I turned slightly to the side, hands in my pockets, chin tilted down just enough. The signature Rivera pose.The shutter clicked once. Twice. Done.“Thank you, sir,” he muttered, stepping bac
—Mabel—The Washington headquarters of Allwell Company stood tall in the Innovation District. Just like each of our branch offices, it was surrounded by a tech lab, drone startups, and an aerodynamic testing field.My convoy pulled up before the skyscraper—the executive hub. I alighted from my car and went in for a handshake with the manager. “Mr. James Martins.”“Mabel Parker,” I introduced.“Welcome, Ms. Parker. We have been expecting you,” he said and gestured toward the lobby. “This way please.”He led me down the marble-floored corridor, where glass walls gave glimpses into bustling labs and offices. The air smelled faintly of citrus and new leather.“Mrs. Veronica Allwell spoke highly of you. She said if anyone could land the U.S. government deal, it’s the woman she trusted enough to fly halfway across the world,” Mr. Martins said.A polite smile touched my lips. “Oh, I am honored.”“There’s a gala taking place tonight at the Auriela Grand Hall.”“I’m aware.”“We have been asked
Angelina wasn’t joking. That morning, she wouldn’t come into my Green Oak mansion.“Stop me here,” she said to my chauffeur a stone’s throw from the gates, and he stepped on the brake. Then she turned to me. “I’ll see you later,” she mumbled and climbed down from the car.I should be worried about her, but when I stepped into my mansion and headed for the stairs, my thoughts were of the server girl—Mabel Parker, as she’d introduced. Images of her crying, her quiet sobs as she ran down the hallway, clouded my head.I tried to find solace in the comfort of my jacuzzi. But even the massage jets and a glass of red wine couldn’t erase my memories of her.To worsen the situation, fragments of last night began breaking through the haze in my mind. The taste of her lips. The feel of her soft skin. The way she moaned as I took her on the bed. The visions were so vivid I found myself desiring her. What the hell! It wasn’t supposed to be so.But I did anyway. It wasn’t mechanical—it was tender.
—Alec’s POV—The night of the Fort-Nite Ball was engraved in my heart, a memory I couldn’t forget even if I tried.Six years ago, I stepped out of the limousine, ignoring the click of cameras in the distance. The only thing on my mind was getting through this night without unnecessary distractions. Another charity ball, another evening spent entertaining shallow conversations and fake smiles.And women.It didn’t matter if I was single or not. They always found a way around me.My phone buzzed in my hand and the caller ID showed my secretary. Ms. Janice. “Hello.”“Sir, the Falcon X prototype has just completed its final test flight. There were some concerns about fuel efficiency, but the engineers believe they can optimize it before—”“Can we talk later? I’m in the middle of something.”“I can see you're tied up, sir. I’ll hold off on the rest of the updates until tomorrow.”“Yes, thank you.”“But the investors are already asking about the new route expansion.”“What?” I frowned.“No
A great sense of guilt wrenched my heart.“Yes, I have children. A girl and two boys.”“Since when, Mabel? For who?”At last, here it was, the moment I tell her everything. I sipped my wine as if washing my throat for the secrets I was about to spill.“Three months after I left Washington, I fell sick. I thought it was just my body adjusting to a new environment. But I visited a hospital and found out I was pregnant with triplets.”“Who’s their father?” she asked, almost impatiently.I took a deep breath. “Alec Rivera.”“ALEC RIVERA.” Ruth blurted out, and slapped a hand against her mouth. Her eyes wide with shock, she scanned the room and we were lucky nobody was paying attention.Ruth brought back her gaze to me. “Alec Rivera?” she asked. “You mean, Alec Rivera, the CEO of Daston Airlines, current CEO of the Rivera Group? The one you had a one nightstand with?”“Please, don’t panic, Ruth.”“How can I not panic? You’ve been keeping this from me for years Mabel! You’re my best friend!
The ‘Aether 9 X’ glided through the sky with an effortless grace, its sleek, titanium-gray fuselage cutting through the clouds like a phantom.The jet’s engines were almost noiseless despite the immense power they held, a remarkable engineering that made it one of Allwell Company’s most elite creations.It's been hours since my family and I left our mansion in Port Harcourt, hours since we boarded the company’s private jet for Washington.We had left very early in the morning.Inside the private jet with us were two bodyguards. According to the welfare department, I’d be meeting four more bodyguards upon touchdown in the Dulles International Airport.Within the past twenty-four hours, the welfare department had secured a new mansion for me in one of Washington’s most exclusive and heavily guarded estates. Waiting for me upon arrival would be two luxury sports cars and a fleet of black Cadillacs for my security convoy.The Aether 9 X’s cabin was luxurious and remained silent, despite t
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