The Billionaire Hidden Triplets. のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

RachelThe sound of shuffling papers filled the conference room as Ethan slid the final draft of the contract across the table. His sleeves were rolled up, and his sharp navy suit hinted at the kind of effortless confidence he exuded.“This is it, he said, his voice steady, yet something in his tone carried weight. If we just sign here, we are finally in collaboration, ” said LHP Junior Fernandez’s, Mavericks &Co Lawyer.I nodded, gripping the pen a little too tightly. Who would've thought we'd be standing here? I'm in shock," I said, doing my best to ignore the pile of papers in front of me and not the way the guy's eyes, like blue glass that vibrated, kept wandering into my skin. “It feels surreal.”Ethan relaxed in his chair, his lips turning into a partial smile. “Surreal, maybe, but we’ve earned this. You’ve earned this.”Icing over the flutter in my chest, I looked over at the contract. “Let’s get it done, then. I scribbled my name on the dotted line, feeling a mix of triumph an

Sophia POV :The morning sunlight filtered through the tiny curtains of my penthouse, casting a warm glow over the pristine living room. I sat on the velvet chaise, sipping my black coffee, flipping absentmindedly through a glossy fashion magazine. The faint noise of the TV in the background created a nostalgic background hum of comfort.“…Ethan Gray and Rachel Thompson spotted together again…”The phrases cut through the air like a razor. I turned to the TV, my eyes narrowing as images of Ethan and Rachel walking out of a grand event played on the screen. Paparazzi flashes reflected in their faces as Ethan led Rachel toward a car waiting for them and his hand rested as a shield on the small of her back.Rachel smiled at something he said, her expression warm, almost glowing. Ethan’s gaze lingered on her for a moment longer than it should have.My grip on the coffee mug tightened.They looked snug, didn't they?, chirped, the joyful voice of the entertainment broke on the air went on.

Sophia POV: I've always lived a life that others could only wish for. Born into the Greenwood clan, my father, Greenwood is the wealthiest in New York, a tycoon in real estate and luxury. From waking up, the world was at my fingertips. Private school, designer clothes, lunch dates with Paris, it all just happened effortlessly.Hard work? Struggle? Those were foreign concepts. My father always told me, "You don’t work for what you deserve; you command it.". I've lived by that motto every day of my life.It’s no surprise that Ethan fell for me. We’re both products of power and prestige, two halves of a perfect dynasty in the making. Together, we’ll be unstoppable.My phone buzzed on the nightstand, interrupting my thoughts. I grabbed it, smiling, when I saw a text message from Marcia, my wedding gown designer.Marcia: “The dress is ready! Can you stop by the studio today for the fitting?" and so on.I quickly replied, eager to see the gown I’d been dreaming of for months.Me: “Absolute

Sophia Pov: No response. The previous night, he hadn’t returned my calls and hadn’t even bothered to text me back.The nerve of him.I dropped my phone on the silk covers and my anger came to the top. He was ignoring me. Me.Giving up the attempt, I made a call that I seldom dial. Mr. Gray, his father.It didn’t even ring twice before he picked it up.“Sophia,” he greeted, his tone cool and businesslike.“Mr. Gray,” I snapped. Ethan has not replied to me since last night and that's totally unacceptable. I expect my fiancé to at least have the decency to answer my calls. You need to handle this.”There was a break, and then, his serene tone said, "I will see to it that Ethan will contact you within the hour.“Good,” I said sharply. If I do not hear from him soon I will re-evaluate certain arrangements—personal and business-oriented.The line went dead before I could say more, leaving me fuming but satisfied.---As promised by Mr. Gray, Ethan’s name soon appeared on my phone screen in

Ethan PovEthan leaned back in his chair, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. Across the table, Liam was happily munching on a plate of french fries, bumbling around as usual, while Grayson remained cool and composed, ruminating on his drink with a twinkle in his eye."Alright, Ethan," Liam said, leaning forward dramatically. "Spill it. What's going on with you and Rachel? You’ve been walking around like a lovesick puppy."Ethan exhaled, a wry smile tugging at his lips. "It’s not that simple, Liam. You know I’m engaged to Sophia. But... Rachel, she’s different. She makes me feel alive, like I'm finally able to express myself.Liam clapped a hand on the table. "See? That is the kind of thing that goes into movies about romance. Follow your heart, man! If Rachel’s the one making you feel good, well then go for it. Life’s too short to be stuck with someone like Sophia—no offense.".Grayson arched a brow, setting his glass down. "Liam, you can’t be serious. Ethan, I get it, you’re in