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The Billionaire's Hidden Triplets BOOK 3: CHAPTER 45
—Eloise—The Willard’s ballroom was a sea of black tie and designer dresses. Somewhere near the stage, a string quartet was doing its best to be heard over two hundred conversations.“Stop tugging at it,” Damian said.“I’m not tugging.”“You’ve adjusted that strap four times since we walked in.”I dropped my hand. The gown was deep emerald, cut simply, with a low back I’d almost talked myself out of. Amira had held it up in the fitting room and said, “If you don’t buy this, I’m buying it for you,” and that had been the end of the discussion.“You look fine,” Nathaniel said, snagging a glass of champagne from a passing tray. “You look like someone who’s going to close a deal and make a senator nervous.”“That’s the idea.”“Oh, please. Stop acting like the room is going to bite you.”I laughed because he was right. We’d been there forty minutes. I’d shaken hands with a committee chair, endured a long story from a defense contractor about his yacht, and promised an under-secretary a tour
The Billionaire's Hidden Triplets BOOK 3: CHAPTER 44
—Eloise—My parents wanted me at Green Oak Mansion, but I went home to my own house.‘I just want to be alone,’ I texted them.No calls or messages followed, and I knew they understood.In the back seat, I pulled my jacket tighter and stared out the window. I couldn’t believe I had just walked out on Caleb. I kept seeing the sorrow in his face as I left.Why did it hurt? Why did I feel empty when I’d done the right thing?The car pulled into my driveway, and I stepped out and headed inside. The house was just as I’d left it, with the staff back at work.“Welcome back, ma’am,” my housekeeper said.“Thank you.”“Would you like something to eat?”“No, thank you.”I gave a small smile, went to my room, tossed my jacket on the chair, and slid under the covers. But sleep wouldn’t come.The next morning, I was at my great-grandmother's, waiting in the living room while the butler went to fetch Mama Emelda.A few minutes later, Mama Emelda appeared at the top of the staircase, dressed in a fl
The Billionaire's Hidden Triplets BOOK 3: CHAPTER 43
—Eloise— The next morning, I took the window seat and watched my father’s security team load our luggage onto the jet, Damian’s words from last night replaying in my head.I gave him a reason to walk away. I closed my eyes, fighting back my emotions. It was already too late. Whatever Caleb and I had shared was over, and I needed to move on. If only it were that easy. My phone lit up on my lap. A message from Daniel. Let me know when you land in D.C. Safe flight. And keep the jacket. It looks better on you anyway.I almost smiled. It would have been so easy to answer him, to type something light and let the warmth of it carry me through the flight. But the face in my head wasn't Daniel's. I switched to airplane mode and tucked the phone into my pocket. A low vibration traveled through the cabin as the jet accelerated down the runway. Moments later, we were airborne, leaving Hawaii behind. Somewhere over the Pacific, Mom came down the aisle with two cups of tea and settled int
The Billionaire's Hidden Triplets BOOK 3: CHAPTER 42
—Caleb—My father didn’t let go until I did.He walked over to the sitting area by the window and sank onto the leather sofa, then glanced at the cabinet in the corner. I took the hint. I poured two glasses of red wine, handed him one, and sat across from him.We drank for a while without talking. I kept turning the glass in my hand, trying to work out where to start. He didn’t rush me. He never had. When I was a kid and wouldn’t say what was wrong, he’d just sit on the edge of my bed until I did.Finally, I put the glass down.“Séraphina and I told Kiara the truth last week,” I said. “We thought she deserved to hear it from us.”His hand stilled.“How did she take it?”“Badly.” My voice came out rougher than I intended. “She ran to the bathroom. Then she passed out at Séraphina’s house. They rushed her to the hospital, and she was admitted. The doctors said it was stress.”My father closed his eyes briefly. “Is she all right?”“She’s recovering. When she was discharged, she asked to
The Billionaire's Hidden Triplets BOOK 3: CHAPTER 41
—Eloise— It had been two days since Damian joined us in Hawaii, and today was our last day of vacation. Dad suggested we have a barbecue by the pool. The staff set everything up on the lawn. A long table stood under the terrace, and the grill had been placed a short distance away. They also set up a karaoke machine near the pool, complete with speakers, a screen, and microphones. As the sun began to set, my family gathered around the table. Nathaniel appointed himself head of the grill, already reaching for the apron despite Amira reminding him that the last time he'd cooked for the family, he'd burned the food. “That happened once,” he protested. “Twice,” Amira corrected. Mom and Dad sat close together at the far end of the table, sharing a bottle of wine. Dad had one arm resting around her shoulders, and every so often, Mom leaned in to whisper something that made him smile. Adrian claimed the karaoke microphone. He scrolled through the song list on the screen before selecti
The Billionaire's Hidden Triplets BOOK 3: CHAPTER 40
—Caleb— The flight back to D.C. was quiet. I listened to music for most of it. Twice, the flight attendant came over to ask if I needed anything. And both times, I declined. I had no appetite. I'd flown to Hawaii hoping the trip would be the first step toward reclaiming whatever had broken between Eloise and me. Never in a thousand years had I imagined arriving at the resort to find her in another man's arms. Daniel Peterson. It wasn't just his hand resting on her waist or his jacket hanging from her shoulders that convinced me something was happening between them. It was the way she looked beside him. So relaxed and happy. As if being with him came naturally. The thought hurt more than I wanted to admit. Hours later, my private jet touched down at Dulles International Airport several hours later. The soft jolt pulled me out of my thoughts, and I collected my phone from the side table. No messages from Eloise. What had I expected? A text telling me she missed me? An apology f
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