บททั้งหมดของ The Billionaire's Hidden Triplets: บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

—Nathaniel— Something about her stopped the noise in my head. Maybe it was the way her cocoa skin glowed under the dim lights, or how her afro hair fanned out like a crown halo. Then I noticed what she was wearing— a sheer silver bodysuit that hugged her curves, and jewelry that caught the light. Damian hooted, before turning to us at the table. “Seems we have a newbie in the house.” Eloise gasped. “Oh my God, she’s so beautiful.” As for me? I could only sip my drink, unable to take my eyes off her. Something about her tightened my chest—made me acutely aware of her in a way I’d never been with another woman. As though all the oxygen in the room had disappeared. She scanned the room as though unsure of what she was here to do, then Reluctantly grabbed the pole. “Why isn't she dancing?” Eloise asked. Damian shrugged. “She's a fresher, what do you expect? Guess she's not used to this kind of attention.” “Move it already, will you?” someone shouted from the crowd. For the lif

—Amira— Three months ago... I was making dinner in the kitchen when my little cousin's voice broke out from the balcony. “Amira! Come, look!” “What's it, Oluchi?” I asked, covering for the pot. “Just hurry!” she beckoned. Exhaling, I wiped my hands on my apron and stepped out of the kitchen. But the second I reached the balcony, my heart stumbled. There, in the yard, was a face I hadn’t seen in two years. My longtime boyfriend. “Sammy?” I breathed. He laughed, that same crooked laugh that used to melt me. “Yes, baby. It’s me.” I dashed into his arms and he lifted me off my feet. Just like that the lonely nights and the endless waiting, melted away. “I missed you,” I whispered. He kissed my forehead. “I missed you more.” “What's all the noise about?” We turned as Grandma Nenna, stepped into the balcony, walking stick in hand. The smile on her face shriveled as she saw him. “Mama. Sammy's back,” Oluchi giggled. “Good evening, Mama,” he greeted her. But sh

Present Day... The beeping of the heart machine was the only thing grounding me. It's been days since I returned—days since Mama collapsed in the yard. The neighbors had come and we'd rushed her to the hospital. The doctor said Mama had suffered a mild stroke. Her blood pressure had spiked, cutting off blood flow to part of her brain. Mama has been unconscious since then. Every day, I sobbed by her side, hoping for the moment she'd wake up. Despite the chaos, I kept thinking about the stranger and the fleeting moment of fun we shared that night. Nathaniel Rivera. Why was I smiling at the thought of his name? “Yes, yes...oh, no!” Oluchi murmured, she was sprawled on the floor on a mat, playing a game on Mama's phone. I glanced at her. “Remember to charge the phone once you're done.” She looked up and nodded. “Okay.” Exhaling, I dragged my gaze back to Mama and caught her stirring. “Mama?” “A–mira,” she called. I lurched to my feet. Even little Oluchi jumped up an

—Nathaniel— The ‘Aether 19 X’ cut through the sky with a precision that made it RivAll's most elite next–generation aircraft. “Ladies and gentlemen, this is your Captain speaking.” “If you look out your window, you’ll see the beautiful city of Port Harcourt. Fasten your seatbelt as we prepare for touchdown on the Allwell runway. Thank you for choosing RivAll Aviation.” I shut the magazine in my hands and gazed across the oval window. Time respected no one. Just three days ago, my parents had invited my siblings and me to their Green Oak Mansion. They'd spoken to us about the lapses in our Port Harcourt branch and asked me to go fix it. In that moment, Damian and I exchanged glances. He knew that I could use a distraction... anything to help me forget about the girl who broke me. So why did it feel like I was walking straight into danger? Like my life was about to open a chapter I might not survive? I dragged a hand through my hair, breath hitching in a way that betrayed how ba

—Amira—A wave of gossip quickly broke out among my colleagues.“What's Madam Grace thinking?”“Why not send one of the seniors?”Another chimed in with a leering smile, “Maybe Madam Grace is trying to impress Mr. Rivera.”Tunde approached Madam Grace and leaned in. “The Executive office was cleaned yesterday… and this morning.”“I know,” she sighed. “I need it perfect before the boss settles in.”Wait.They want perfection— and they come to me?No. I didn’t want to go.The last place I wanted to be was anywhere near the man who rejected me.Poor me. What choice did I have? Saying no meant an immediate sack... and that I couldn't afford. I had bills to settle and a family to care for.“Do you copy, Amira?”I jolted upright. “Yes, ma'am.”Swallowing hard, I grabbed my cleaning tools in the locker, and hurried out.My heart pounded, eyes fixed on the elevator. I punched the right button and stepped inside.After a smooth ascent, the doors slid open to the executive floor.My breath caug