The Billionaire's Hidden Triplets のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 111 - チャプター 115

—Nathaniel—The shrilling of my alarm clock dragged me out of sleep. I slammed a hand over the timepiece, silencing it, before rolling onto my back.Something about today felt different. Why? Then it clicked.Today was my twenty-fifth birthday.I slipped out of bed and into the hallway of Sunrise Mansion, where sunlight spilled through the floor-to-ceiling windows.“Good morning, sir,” my domestic staff greeted.I offered them a curt bow and headed to the dining room. One of them even mumbled, “Happy birthday, sir.”A faint smile curved my lips. “Thank you,” I replied, before turning to my tablet on the table.As expected, there were several missed calls and texts from my parents and siblings. I browsed through the messages, then returned the calls, starting with my parents.The phone rang twice before connecting. My mother’s face filled my device’s screen, calling from the master bedroom of Green Oak Mansion.“Good morning, mom.”She beamed. “Hello, Nat. Happy twenty-fifth birthday,

—Nathaniel—What kind of fool gives his heart to a stranger?I blinked twice, not because I was fighting tears. But because I needed to be sure I was seeing right.No. It wasn’t my imagination. She’d chosen the money and left without looking back.The silence was suffocating. It felt like someone had cut me open with a knife.I hesitated, then reached inside my pocket for my phone. Only to come up with a pack of condoms. Damian must’ve slipped it in last night.Shit. I hadn’t even used it.I pulled out my phone, and dialed the head of my security.“Hello, sir.”“Prepare my convoy. We’re going home,” I muttered, and ended the call.I didn’t move until a knock sounded at the door. The head of my security stepped in.“Your convoy is ready, sir,” he announced.Slipping my phone into my pocket, I pushed myself off the couch and headed for the VIP elevator.In the parking lot, I climbed into the lead car of the convoy, and we merged into D.C' s morning traffic.No meetings. No work. Not tod

—Amira—My breath stalled midway. It was as if the entire oxygen in the world had disappeared.Why was I reacting toward someone I barely knew?“This is my brother.” Damian introduced as he shut the door and led me toward the man.“Hi. My name is Amira,” I said. But he didn't respond. He just sipped from his glass.“He's drunk,” Damian added.I frowned. “What? So you want me to take advantage of a helpless man?”He folded his arms. “Two hundred grand. Either you do it or forget about the money.”Damnit. I needed the money.“Fine. I'll do it,” I blurted.The monster. He angled his head toward his brother and didn't give us some privacy.What had my life turned to? Just after stripping and dancing in front of a crowd, I was about to sleep with a man while his brother watched. All for two hundred thousand dollars.Exhaling, I lowered my jacket and sat beside my client.He had wavy, black hair. A pair of blue eyes and very kissable lips. Though we were seated, I could tell he was six feet