All Chapters of Divorced Barren Mother Gave Birth To Triplets : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

It was late in the evening, sleep was far away from Jared as he stayed out planning how to eliminate Olivia from under the police custody. Feeling tired, he decided to cultivate his spiritual energy. He sat down crossed-legged on the balcony field, surrounded by a tranquil evening atmosphere. He calmed himself down and shut his eyes before initiating the divine focus technique. A technique meant to refine ones spiritual energy. Suddenly, a gush of wind comprising of spiritual energies rushed towards him, from the old trees and serene environment it filled. Not long after that, all the spiritual energy in the balcony had gathered around Jared and formed a whirlpool, with a heavy breathe, Jared gradually sucked in all the energy and now he felt energetic and invigorated. As he opened his eyes, he could feel the evening breeze rustling his hair as he gazed out at the sprawling cityscape below, His mansion perched atop a mountain offered a breath

The Return Of The Shattered Son; Now The Legendary King Of WarBlurb-In the cesspool of New Delta City, Nero Magnus was framed, erased, and meant to be forgotten forever.The official lie: he burned his own mother alive, sold his little sister Natasha into slavery, and tried to murder his eldest stepbrother.The ugly truth: Baron Magnus, the city’s most powerful tycoon, had a secret second wife who had already given him eleven “legitimate” sons. When his first wife Eleanor finally bore him Nero and Natasha after twenty barren years, the second family decided the newcomers were a threat. They drugged teenage Nero with a ruthless aphrodisiac, forcing his body to rape his father’s virgin teenage bride in front of witnesses—then used faked DNA tests to “prove” Nero’s bloodline was false. Eleanor, Nero, and Natasha were stripped of name and home.Days later, the second wife’s faction struck the final blow: Eleanor was burned alive, Natasha sold to slavers. Nero, escaping the flames, r

Nero’s boots pounded against the carpet as he stormed out of the hallway, the echo of the neighbor’s words still searing his mind like a brand.Lila, marrying *Cassian Magnus*. The heir of the Magnus empire, same empire he was once the heir off. The name alone was venom on his tongue, conjuring the memory of that night—Cassian’s laugh as they tortured and then burnt his mother alive, the same evil laugh he laughed as they tore his sister away to God knows where. Even Lila’s trembling form, Cassian’s smug leer, the crack of the lantern against the man’s head.Nero’s blood roared in his ears, a tempest of rage and betrayal, as he shoved his phone from his pocket, fingers steady as he swiped to the trending news.There it was, splashed across the screen in garish headlines: *Magnus Empire Heir Cassian to Wed Lila Sinclair*. The photo showed them arm in arm—Cassian, all polished charm in a tailored suit, his smile a knife’s edge; Lila, radiant but hollow-eyed, her smile a mask that didn’t

A shadow gnawed at Nero’s heart as he walked towards the backdoor entrance of the grand aureum hotel to slip inside, apparently invite was exclusive and the bouncers would'nt let him in seeing how shabby he was dresses and with no invite. He didn't want to cause trouble just yet. The golden glow of the unguarded backdoor entrance clashed with the storm of rage within him. One question burned brighter than his thirst for vengeance: *Why hadn’t Lila saved Natasha?* She’d been his sanctuary, the one who’d seen him at his lowest, bloodied and framed for murder. Yet she’d left his twin sister to languish in slavery, a betrayal that cut deeper than any of the Magnus family’s blades. Answers would come, but first, he’d face the heart of the empire that had destroyed his family. Inside the banquet hall, opulence reigned supreme. Crystal chandeliers hung like frozen galaxies, casting prismatic light across tables draped in silk and adorned with gold-rimmed plates. The air buzzed with the cha

Lila’s face, even beneath the carefully applied layers of makeup, was a canvas of stark paleness, her skin almost translucent under the golden glow of the chandeliers. The delicate veil she wore, a gossamer shield of tradition, was yanked off with trembling hands, fluttering to the polished marble floor like a discarded dream. Her voice, sharp with apprehension, cut through the opulent hall like a knife. “Nero????” The name spilled from her lips, quivering with a mix of shock and dread, a question that seemed to freeze time itself.The hall fell deathly silent, the kind of quiet that smothers sound and magnifies every heartbeat. Lila’s voice, though soft, carried through the vast space with unnatural clarity, slicing through the low hum of the gathered elite. The chandeliers above cast prismatic shards of light across the sea of tailored suits and extravagant gowns, their opulence momentarily forgotten as every head turned toward the source of the disturbance. The air was thick with t