All Chapters of "Are You Our Daddy?" Billionaire Daddy Triplets Saga!: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

ELLIOT’S POV It has been two weeks now since the antecedent tumult that had troubled the stability of my family as well as a threat to Sophie and the kids’ lives at large was finally settled and brought to an end. Lucas's mother, Margaret, had been tried, convicted, and sentenced to six years in prison by the courts after she pleaded guilty to the judge. Nathan was doing so much better now, and my immediate family as well as my extended ones had all heaved a sigh of relief, knowing that we could finally move forward with our lives and be free of the fear of any of such threats.But as for the company, the next step. After the eye-opening revelation from my son in the hospital, I decided to set up a crucial and urgent meeting with my tech team with the sole aim of tracking whoever was behind the two IP addresses discovered by Owen. If we could unmask the culprit behind them, then it meant we had also discovered the face of the same person helping Xander pull off all his stunts inside

ELLIOT’S POVAbout four days had passed since my wedding with Sophie. As much as I was enjoying my marriage with my wife already, I could still sense deep down that my mind was not fully settled. I kept revisiting my weird interaction with Uncle Horace on my wedding day, kept re-asking the pertinent questions I had asked before, and kept murmuring in my sleep.I was desperate to dig up the deep secrets that I suspected were hidden in the family. It was past midnight. I sat shirtless and alone on one of the sofas, wearing only a pair of dark shorts, clutching a glass of juice in one hand, and crossing my legs to ruminate on the issue for the eleventh time.“Someone had to be lying? And the culprit had to be at least one of these three people: Xander, my dad, or Uncle Horace.”But then again, there were strong reasons to be inclined to believe that it had to be Xander; he had always been a compulsive liar, ever since I got to know him. Perhaps he had begged the old man to stand in for

15 YEARS LATERSOPHIE'S POVI was seated with Elliot in the sectioned corner of our sitting room, where the dining room was located. Breakfast was set, and we were already digging into it in silence when Nathan, who was all suited up and sitting next to his father and ready to accompany him to his office, disrupted the quietness with his slightly hoarse, passionate voice. This had become a usual routine for us every morning since Elliot started to allow him to accompany him to work about four years ago. Sometimes these dining table speculations and business advice would mostly start hours before breakfast; other times, they would start during the meal, and if we happened to be lucky, it would be after we were done eating. Sometimes I found myself counting to ten silently in anticipation of his voice, just like I had done today while dishing the meal, and as expected, the fresh economic expert we had for a son was not disappointed."I was actually following up on one of the brokerage

General POVIsabella's apartment was located less than 10 minutes away from her school, immediately outside the terminating bar gate.She was in the house, sitting in her cozy blue-painted bedroom with the warm, masculine-looking decor and walls pervaded by the many photographs of bikers and popular sportsmen around the world.She was wreathed in blue tops and shorts, which also marched with the color of her room, sporting a pair of expensive trainers, leaning over to untie and retie the shoelaces with a meticulous expression on her face and taut lips. She lifted her head quickly to check the vintage clocks hanging above the arc when she was done and mouthed the words:"Five minutes past six already?" looking surprised and taken aback."Oh my God." She whispered again, springing up to her feet hurriedly. The event she was about to attend was actually a racing exercise organized by her teammates back in school and was supposed to begin at exactly 6:30; she had just 25 minutes left to

ISABELLA’S POVI opened my eyes faintly the next morning after a long sleep the previous night, rolling over tiredly on the hospital's compact bed. Then suddenly, my body brushed against the rigid weight of someone sitting with his back turned against me on the bed. I sat up immediately, rubbing my palms over my face and eyes to brighten my vision. The person turned over at once, and to my relief, it was the face of Dr. James.My curious expression softened into a smile. He smiled too, and with a soothing voice, he asked,"How are you feeling?"His gaze switched to my neck and arms.I involuntarily touched the plastered areas on my hands before I said,"I'm quite fine; it was just a slight accident."A small silence ensued. He stared at me with deep care in his eyes, and for a second I had to bite my lip and look away shyly.Then he inhaled and brought out my phone from the pocket of his lab coat. Then he made a weak gesture with his hand before he said,"Your phone; I charged it for