The Billionaire Hidden Triplets. のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

Ethan reclined back in his chair and fixed his gaze on his computer while reviewing the quarterly reports. The office was quiet, save for the faint hum of the air conditioning and the occasional typing sounds from Danny outside. He was fully absorbed in what he was doing when the sound of heels clicking on the tile floor shattered his immersion.“Mr. Ethan?” Danny’s voice filtered through the intercom.“Yes?”“There’s someone here to see you.”“Do I have an appointment? Ethan asked, already annoyed at the interruption.“No, but it’s Rachel.”Ethan straightened, and a sudden flicker of surprise appeared on his face. He quickly schooled his features into neutrality. “Send her in.”The door opened, and Rachel stepped inside, her presence immediately filling the room. She was dressed in a fitted green blouse and black trousers, her hair loosely tied back. She carried a confident air, but Ethan noticed the faint tiredness in her eyes.Rachel," he remarked calmly, and his voice did not reve

Rachel pulled her car into the driveway, her mind reeling with what happened that day. Her encounter with Michael had left her shaken, and the thought of him interrupting her life again seems certain. She had overcome the fear but seeing him again made the pain in her raw and the memories of that night fresh.Laughter filled her ear, welcoming her out of her mind. The triplets were lying in the living room, on the floor, with colouring books and crayons."Mommy's home! Daniella shouted, leaping to her feet and running toward her.Dante and Damian followed close behind, their little faces lighting up. Rachel knelt, catching them all in her arms. Their comfort reduced a bit their tightness inside of her chest.“How are my babies?” she asked, forcing a smile.“We’re fine, Mommy! Daniella replied, pulling back to look at her. “Guess what?”“What, sweetheart?”“We met a man today! Dante exclaimed, his voice filled with excitement.Rachel froze, her arms still around them. “A man?” she repe

Rachel walked into the café, her head held high and her emotions firmly in check. She spotted Michael sitting in the corner, his shoulders tense as he stared out the window. For a moment, she almost turned around and left, but then she reminded herself why she was here. This wasn’t about him; it was about putting the past to rest. As she approached, Michael looked up, his expression softening. He rose to his feet, his movements hesitant. “Rachel,” he said, almost pleadingly. “Michael,” she replied curtly, sliding into the seat across from him. “Let’s get straight to the point. What do you want?” Michael sighed, running a hand through his hair. “We need to talk about the kids. I’ve been patient, Rachel, but I can’t stay away any longer. They’re mine, and I deserve to be part of their lives.” Rachel raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a bitter smile. “Yours? Really, Michael? That’s interesting, considering the last time I checked, you were busy sneaking around with your sec

The playground was alive with the sounds of laughter and joy. Rachel sat on a bench, her gaze never straying far from her triplets, Dante, Damian, and Daniella, who played with uncontainable energy. For once, her mind was at ease. All of it faded, from the mystery of the box, the party gossip, to her work troubles. Here, she could just be Mom.“Dante, no climbing too high! Rachel called her voice a mix of warning and affection.“Okay, Mommy! Dante called back, waving before running off to fetch the ball he had been tossing around.Rachel exhaled and leaned back, enjoying the moment. But the peace was short-lived.Dante’s ball, propelled with more force than intended, went flying across the playground and hit someone square in the chest.“Oof!” came a familiar voice. The man reached out for a moment then recovered and took the ball again.Rachel’s heart froze when she looked up. Ethan.He looked about, searching for the owner of the ball, and came to a complete stop when his eyes met R

There was something about the atmosphere in Ethan's office that was peculiar as Rachel approached. His piercing blue eyes were focused on his laptop screen, but the moment she entered, his gaze softened. Rachel, in a fitted pencil skirt and an emerald-toned blouse that displayed her hazel eyes, stood nervously by the entrance.“You wanted to see me? she asked, her voice steady, masking her unease.Ethan threw back in his chair and gave her the gesture to sit down. “Yes, Rachel. We are still finalizing plans for the launch photoshoot of Mavericks & Co Couture. I’ve booked a top-tier studio for tomorrow.”A photoshoot? Rachel raised an eyebrow, her “business as usual” appearance unshakable.“Yes,” Ethan said, his tone firm but gentle. “This campaign needs us to lead by example. As co-creators of this project, we’ll be part of the shoot. Think of it as showcasing the strength of the partnership behind this brand.Rachel hesitated. The idea of being so publicly tied to Ethan unnerved her.