《The Billionaire's Hidden Triplets》全部章節：第 1 章 - 第 10 章

They left just as they came and Madam Evelyn’s glare settled on me. “I-I can explain.” “To my office!” she snapped and turned on her heels. Tears gathered in my eyes, but I fought them back and followed her. My heart pounded as I stepped into her office, and she slammed the door after me. “I warned you, didn’t I?” “Ma'am, please. My father. I didn't…” I stammered. She rounded her table in her office and sat. “That’s none of my business. I warned you one more lakadisical step and you're gone,” she spat and harshily shoved an envelope to my face. “You’re even lucky I didn't charge you for the plate,” she added. The tears which I have been fighting all these while, finally found their way down my face. “Please–“ “Have a nice life, Miss Parker!” She gestured at her door. At this point, I realized there was no point begging, I picked up the envelope which was my day’s pay, which I’m sure can’t feed me for more than two days, and headed out. All through the ride to my house, I h

Rays of sunlight landed on my face. I blinked as memories of last night played in my head. A smile spilled on my lips. We’d given ourselves passionately to each other. Even the sheets still carried the scent of our sweat and muffled moans. I turned and found the space beside me empty. He was by the window, already dressed, staring into the morning light. Clutching the sheets, I sat on the bed. “Good morning.” He glanced over his shoulder and resumed staring across the window. “What’s your name?” he asked. “Mabel. Mabel Parker.” Slowly, he turned around and faced me, his eyes cold as winter's breeze. “Who are you working for, Mabel?” I gasped. “What?” He walked to the table and picked up a glass of wine, his drink from last night. Shaking it gently, he looked at me again. “Last night, my drink was spiked. Then you suddenly showed up.” “Excuse me?” My brows pulled closely as I tried to decipher what he was saying. “I–I do not understand.” His jaw tightened . “I don't have time

Six years later... “Surprise!! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday...” A smile flitted across my lips as the voices of my triplets filled the atmosphere. I opened my eyes and saw them stepping into my room while balancing a chocolate cake in their hands. Quickly, I looked at the wall clock. It was 6:30 AM. The rich aroma of chocolate filled the room, making my lips water. My kids knew I loved chocolate. Had they baked this themselves? A chuckle erupted from the hallway as their nanny appeared at the doorway. Mrs. Chukwuemeka and I shared a knowing glance. “How old are you now? How old are you no–w? How old are you now?” My triplets chanted, carefully climbing my bed. Grinning, I sat up against the plush pillows and joined them. “I’m twenty-eight years today. I’m twenty-eight years today. I’m twenty-eight...I’m twenty-eight, I’m twenty-eight years today!!” The kids broke into joyful squeals. “May God bless you now! May God bless you now! May God bless n-now...May God bles

The ‘Aether 9 X’ glided through the sky with an effortless grace, its sleek, titanium-gray fuselage cutting through the clouds like a phantom. The jet’s engines were almost noiseless despite the immense power they held, a remarkable engineering that made it one of Allwell Company’s most elite creations. It's been hours since my family and I left our mansion in Port Harcourt, hours since we boarded the company’s private jet for Washington. We had left very early in the morning. Inside the private jet with us were two bodyguards. According to the welfare department, I’d be meeting four more bodyguards upon touchdown in the Dulles International Airport. Within the past twenty-four hours, the welfare department had secured a new mansion for me in one of Washington’s most exclusive and heavily guarded estates. Waiting for me upon arrival would be two luxury sports cars and a fleet of black Cadillacs for my security convoy. The Aether 9 X’s cabin was luxurious and remained silent

—Alec’s POV— The night of the Fort-Nite Ball was forever engraved in my heart, a memory I couldn’t forget. Six years ago, I stepped out of the limousine, ignoring the click of cameras in the distance. The only thing on my mind was getting through this night without unnecessary distractions. Another charity ball, another evening spent entertaining shallow conversations and fake smiles. And women. It didn’t matter if I was single or not. They always found a way around me. My phone buzzed in my hand and the caller ID showed my secretary. Ms. Janice. “Hello.” “Sir, the Falcon X prototype has just completed its final test flight. There were some concerns about fuel efficiency, but the engineers believe they can optimize it before—” “Can we talk later? I’m in the middle of something.” “I can see you're tied up, sir. I’ll hold off on the rest of the updates until tomorrow.” “Yes, thank you.” “But the investors are already asking about the new route expansion.” “What?” I frowned.