All Chapters of The Billionaire Hidden Triplets.: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

The rumors were going around for days that there were some confidential design files floating online, which were critical to the upcoming fashion walkway. As it turned out, Sophia hired a hacker to break into our servers to find dirt on Ethan and me. The hack was not very successful, but enough to spark this scandal.But that was not all; the designs leaked were very much a part of Rachel's reputation, projecting her as manipulative and opportunist, less worthy of this powerful world into which she had so precariously stepped.Later that morning, my phone went into overdrive with concerned colleagues' messages and media alerts. Headlines flashed: "Mavericks Designs Compromised!" and "Is Rachel Thompson Sabotaging Her Own Future?At a quiet corner café near our headquarters, I was sitting as I read the content of the headline. Alex's face was etched with concern, while Mia's eyes were wide and sympathetic. I sank into the seat opposite them, rubbing my temples as I tried to steady my n

The media started to pack their equipment to call it a night while Alex, Mia, Danny, Greg, and me stayed behind to get everything over with. I wanted to talk about some design with Alex, and since Rachel isn't around, she made Mia stand in for her. The happiness about the press still lingers around the room.I smile but not showing it, the storm is not yet over.Laughter filled the space as we scrolled through some of the social media comments about the press conference. Some were hailing Rachel and me as a power couple, while others spewed their distaste, claiming she had manipulated her way through it."She's got them pressed," Danny snickered, shaking his head. "They're so mad that Rachel's winning." Alex smirked. "They'll get over it. People always do."I leaned back in my chair, my lips twitching with amusement, but deep down, something felt. off. It was a nagging sensation, an unshakable feeling that something was wrong. I pushed the thought aside, focusing on the moment—until

Sophia lay back on the velvet sofa, twirling a glass of wine between her fingers. The dark red liquor shone in the faint light of the chandelier, a worthy symbol of their victory. Michael paced to and fro beside the window, his features dark and ominous."They arrested our men." His voice was taut with fury, his fists clenching and unclenching at his sides.Sophia rolled her eyes, breathing slowly while sipping wine. "Of course they did. They were incompetent. Weak."Michael glared at her, his face scrunched in frustration. "This is your fault! You wanted to push Ethan too far, and now look! He rescued Rachel, and those idiots we hired are probably spilling everything to the cops."Sophia's jaw clenched, but she managed a smirk. "Shut up, Michael. I've got it under control.""Under control?!" He laughed bitterly, pushing a hand through his mussed hair. "You don't get it, do you? If those guys talk, it's over for us. Over. Jesus Christ, why did I sign up for this?"Sophia set the wine

The police station was unusually quiet for this hour of night, the fluorescent lights shining a cold glare over the tile floors. Ethan entered through the front door, his face as unyielding as stone, his presence commanding. The officers saluted him with respect and caution, knowing the weight his name carried.He hadn't wasted any time on formalities. "How's the case progressing?" His voice was low and gritted with annoyance. "And why, for goodness' sake, did the men you arrested suddenly end up dead?"One of the officers shifted uncomfortably. "We have no idea, Mr. Grayson. Nobody had seen them, and there were no signs of anything unusual."Ethan's jaw clenched. "How did they die?The officer hesitated before responding, “Their bodies have been sent for autopsy. We’ll have more details soon.” Ethan ran a hand through his hair, his frustration mounting. “I want to see the security footage.”Minutes ticked by, and he stood in front of a monitor, arms crossed as he watched the grainy

The dimly lit hotel back hallway stank of stale carpet and cheap cologne. Rachel stood close to the cold wall, barely breathing as she listened in on the argument happening just down the hall."…We go to the Mavericks Fashion Walk tonight," Michael's deep voice growled, filled with barely controlled anger.Rachel's heart was thudding in her ears. What?!The plan is simple," Michael continued. "We create enough havoc to kill Ethan. Full-blown scandal. Sponsors drop out, investors lose their minds—his empire crumbles in an evening."A second voice—cunning, smooth—spoke. Sophia."And what do we do with Rachel?" she asked, poison in every syllable. "Are we finally ridding ourselves of her?"Rachel's feet left the floor.Michael hesitated for a moment before he said, "If she gets caught in the crossfire, that's on her."Rachel gulped a breath of air.Sophia laughed coldly. "Well, well… finally got some spine, Michael?" She paused, and then went on, "And what about security? You know Ethan