The CEO’s Secret Triplets

AURORA

I clutched my diamond emerald necklace on my neck as I felt pain in the lower part of my body.

He was doing it again. Damian was cheating on me with his girlfriend Evelyn while I stood there trying to look pretty beside him for the ball. But that was even the least of my concerns, even though I had been married to him for four years and he never attempted to treat me right. I had just found out that my ungrateful and wicked husband had killed my mother.

I was not sure of it. I looked at the necklace closely in the mirror. I have owned it for several years but it had never shown me something like this before. When I was getting ready and I was clasping it on my neck, I had a vision and saw Damian standing in front of my mother’s dead body. Could he have really been the one that killed her all those years ago?

I could not sit here and continue thinking about it because I was not going to get any answers. I needed to go and ask him. I looked over at the divorce papers that I had made six months ago but never had the guts to present him with. Maybe this will be the day that I finally serve him with them. My handmaiden smiled when she saw me before she escorted me down to where the ball was taking place.

On my way there, I saw my mother-in-law, who was practically a devil dressed in expensive clothes and high stilettos. She looked young, but it was only because of the plastic surgeries she had anytime she noticed a new insecurity.

“Ugh, I told you not to wear this.” Lydia snarled, her tone dripping with judgment, when she saw the emerald dress that I wore.

“You never told me that.” I could swear that she had that conversation with me in her head and still expected me to know. I was so tired of her bullshit.

“Now I did. You are showing too much cleavage. You are standing beside my son, looking like a freaking slut instead of a graceful wife,” she tsked before her eyes darted to my hair and her eyebrows drew together again. “And your roots are showing. I told you to be dyeing it blonde whenever the roots start to show.”

I had beautiful and long ginger hair which Lydia found unattractive. She had something against gingers so when she saw her son being forced to marry one, she made me dye my hair blonde before I am ever seen in a public setting.

“Actually, I am going to let it grow. I might even dye my hair back to ginger.” I said, finally standing up for myself after four years of pure torture.

Her face twisted with disgust, “Then you will find another place to stay and not the graceful palace. I am not going to allow an ugly barren ginger to be walking around be palace and be seen with my son in public.”

“Then you will have his whore standing by him since that is what he wants.” I hissed.

Her jaw slacked, “How dare you speak to me like that?”

“I am tired of you acting like a fucking jackass. Maybe you should marry you son if you love him so darn much.” I snorted before I left her standing there, fuming.

I wondered what the consequences were going to be. I know for sure that if I did not leave Damian this night, she was going to make my life even worse than it already is. She had always accused me of being barren, but she did not know that Damian never touched me since the day we got married.

How would I get pregnant and give him an heir?

When I entered the hall, all eyes turned on me. I spotted Damian at the other corner of the room with his eyes gazing at Evelyn, his mistress. They were laughing and his arm was around her waist. My chest tightened with jealousy, but I did not let it show as I approached him.

“Damian.” I spat out his name like venom.

When he turned to look at me, distaste passed on his ocean blue eyes. Damian was incredibly handsome. I remember falling in love with him at the beginning of our marriage. He was everything I ever wanted physically, but I was not what he wanted so I had to move on.

“What do you want?” He snarled angrily.

“I was wondering if we could talk,” I muttered. I glanced at Evelyn and the annoying smug grin she always wore on her face was still present today. Goodness, I wanted to punch her. And it was not even really my fault because has a really punchable face. “Alone.” I added.

“No,” he shook his head, his hand tightening around her waist again. I cringed but did not let it show much. I did not want him to know that what he was doing really affected me, and that there was a burning sensation in my body whenever he was with her. “Anything you want to say to me, you can say in front of both of us.”

“Exactly. I am going to be luna after all, after he finds a way to get rid of you for good without jeopardizing the throne.” She smiled at him, looking up at him admiringly.

I looked away, feeling heady with jealousy. I hoped for the day where I was going get revenge on her for all of this. I wanted to run, but then I needed to ask him about the necklace. I would not be able to function well today if I did not get the answers I needed right now. They were eating me up and making me feel sick.

“It is important, please.” I swallowed hard, frustration building up in me.

“I said no.” He snapped.

The rejection stung but it was nothing I refused to back down. I knew that I might not be able to see him for the next few days because he would be busy with the pack and his lover. I straightened myself and coughed as I gathered my words.

“Have you ever… have you ever killed someone? Years ago?” I blurted out, only then realizing how weird I sounded.

Damian stared at me, his eyebrows furrowed. I could tell he was shocked that I had asked him that question. I bit my tongue, wondering if this was the right place to have spoken to him about this. We were in the middle of a ballroom and I had just asked him to confess if he had killed anyone before.

“Yes,” he flashed his teeth. “Probably in one of my drunken moments. I never really cared back then.” He added with a shrug.

“Who did you kill?” My heart started to palpitate in my chest as I stared at him, waiting for him to confess so I could hate him even more. So I could finally leave him.

“I do not know. Probably some woman. Might be middle aged, might be young.” He answered before he took a swig of his wine and kissed Evelyn.

“What? You are so bored that you are looking into dead people cases now?” Evelyn laughed and Damian joined her as they made fun of me.

The familiar pain radiated tenfold in me as the realization dawned on me. Was Damian really the one that killed my mother? Or was he not? Do I have it all wrong? I could not come to the conclusion that he killed her because of a vision I got randomly from a necklace. I wanted to convince myself that this was all fake, but I could not. I knew what I saw.

“This is getting so morbid and boring. Let’s get back to the ball babe.” Evelyn went on her tiptoes and kissed him, then dragged him with his hands.

Everyone knew that he was cheating on me and yet I was to be the doting wife of the alpha because I was an omega and I was very ‘lucky’ to be married to the alpha. They tell me to be patient and that it he would come around, and it was four freaking years already,

I was so tired of all of this. I wanted to leave him and never come back. I felt my eyes sting with tears. I was so done with this. If he wants another woman to stand next to him tonight, then his whore will have to do that. As I turned to storm out of the darn place, I accidentally hit someone’s glass and the liquid spilled all over the floor, touching some of my dress.

My anger inflated, I did not plan to have such a bad day and now my expensive perfect dress was now ruined with wine which made it even worse. I raised my head, ready to yell but as I saw the face looking back at me, I could swear that in the moment, I had forgotten what anger truly felt like.