Semua Bab The Billionaire's Hidden Triplets: Bab 1 - Bab 10

“Who are you?” I blurted. The corners of her lips curved into a smile. Something about it sent a chill down my spine. She snapped her fingers and two hefty men emerged from the corner. They seized my arms and dragged me toward the elevator. I tried to fight back. But I was no match for them. “What do you want from me?” I rasped. The older woman didn't answer. She simply pressed a button on the elevator, and the two men shoved me inside the moment the golden doors opened. “Consider this your lucky night, sweetheart,” she said. My lucky night? What was that? Before I could dash forward, the doors slid closed and opened with a soft chime, revealing the breathtaking luxury of a penthouse suite. The room was vast, lined with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the midnight skyline of Washington, D.C. My eyes locked onto Alec Rivera. He had discarded his ruined suit jacket on the plush rug. His crisp white dress shirt was halfway unbuttoned, his chest rising and falling in ragged, u

“You’re pregnant.” A gasp left my lips. “What?” “You’re pregnant,” the doctor repeated and handed me a paper from the hospital laboratory. I collected it. A thousand pins pricked beneath my skin as I sat across her desk. I scanned the paper, and my breath caught. What? Pregnant from that one night three months ago? “Congratulations, Ms Parker!” the doctor added, a smile curving her lips. I shook my head. “No... no, no. This cannot be happening. I'm not pregnant.” “Oh, you are dear,” Dr. Patricia said as she stood. “Would you like to see for yourself?” I nodded. “Yes.” She walked to a bed beside the ultrasound machine and gestured at me to come over. With trembling steps, I crossed over to her. “Please, lie down, Ms. Parker.” I drew a deep breath and laid down. Carefully lifting my T-shirt, she applied a jelly substance on my belly and spread it around with a transducer. Almost immediately, the monitor came up with a black and white image I couldn't translate. “You see,” t

My breath hitched at the question.It was as if all the oxygen in the car had been sucked out, leaving me hot. “I-I thought we'd talked about this. Your father is in space, Space Force.” “But why doesn’t he ever visit us?” Damian asked. My hands trembled slightly as I sipped my drink. I’d known this day would come, when the kids would question the story I told them about their father. But I didn’t keep the truth from them because I wanted to hurt them. I only wanted to shield them from the shame and humiliation I’d endured. He didn’t regard me. How could he regard them? Guilt wrenched my heart. “Your daddy is... complicated. But I promise, we’ll talk about it tonight.” A sigh of relief slipped from my lips as our SUV pulled up at their school’s gates and they caught a glimpse of their friends. “Bye, mommy!” they chorused as they each gave me a hug and hurried down from the car. “Bye, sweeties!” I called out. I watched them enter the school gates and took a deep breath, leaning

A great sense of guilt wrenched my heart. “Yes, I have children. A girl and two boys.” “What?” she gasped. “Since when?” At last, here it was, the moment I'd been dreading had finally come. I sipped my wine as if washing my throat for the secrets I was about to spill. “Three months after I left Washington, I fell sick. I thought it was just my body adjusting to a new environment. But I visited a hospital and found out I was pregnant with triplets.” “Who’s their father?” she asked, almost impatiently. I took a deep breath. “Alec Rivera.” “ALEC RIVERA.” Ruth blurted out, and slapped a hand against her mouth. Her eyes wide with shock, she scanned the room and we were lucky nobody was paying attention. Ruth brought back her gaze to me. “Alec Rivera?” she asked. “You mean, Alec Rivera, the CEO of Daston Airlines, current CEO of the Rivera Group? The one you had a one nightstand with?” “Please, don’t panic, Ruth.” “How can I not panic? You've been keeping this from me for years, Ma

The words lingered between us. I had expected anger. Accusations, too. Marriage... that hadn't crossed my mind. Angelina wasn’t joking. That morning, she wouldn’t come with me to my Green Oak Estate. “Stop the car,” she yelled at my chauffeur a stone’s throw from the gates. The moment he hit the brakes, she hopped out, then turned to me. “Goodbye, Alec Rivera,” she said, and slammed the door so hard. I should be worried about her, but when I stepped into my mansion and headed upstairs for my bedroom, my thoughts were filled with the server girl. Images of her tear-streaked face... her quiet sobs as she ran down the hallway. I tried to sleep. Failed. Tried to work out. Failed. I finally found solace in my jacuzzi, but even that and a glass of red wine couldn’t erase the memories of her. Fragments of the night broke through the haze. Her trembling hands wrapped around me, the uncertainty in her eyes, and the way she held on to me like I was the only thing keeping her afloat. It fel