All Chapters of The Billionaire's Hidden Triplets: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

—Amira—Tears streamed down my face. The more I tried to stop them— the more they came spilling as my heart wrenched.Nathaniel pulled back and cupped my face, his gaze tender, brows creasing as they searched my gaze.“Is everything okay, baby?”I sniffled. “I missed you so much.”He kissed my forehead. “I missed you more, my love.”“Eloise left,” I murmured. ”She said she has an appointment in an hour.”“That's typical of her. Very business-minded,” he said.A smile passed between us.“Come.” He took my hand. “Dinner is ready.”He led us into the penthouse to find a three-course meal laid out on the dining table, its aroma filling the room. There was a bottle of champagne too.Nathaniel pulled out a chair. “Please, sit.”Lowering my bag on the table, I sat down, then watched him round the table and settle in his chair.Nathaniel signaled the housekeepers, and they stepped forward—serving us our food. To my surprise, I managed to eat more than three spoons of my food. A popping sou

—Amira— “Get ready,” Mama said as I joined her in the living room. “We're going to Garrison to fix my phone.” “Yes Mama.” I nodded, only to bump into Oluchi in the hallway. “Where's Uncle Rivera? He said he'd brought something for him from London and would give it to me after breakfast.” Damnit. Nathaniel must've forgotten. Before I could pull up my phone, it vibrated with a text. ‘One of my drivers is on his way to your house.’ I had barely read the text when Nathaniel’s car pulled up in front of my house. The driver stepped out with a fancy tote bag which he handed to me on the terrace. “Who's that?” Mama asked from inside the house. “Nathaniel's driver,” I replied. “He brought a package.” Another text rocked my phone. ‘I promised Oluchi a gift. The second box underneath is for Mama.’ I looked inside the bag and there were two boxes— a Barbie doll and the other, the latest model of iPhone. A smile curved my lips as I headed inside. Oluchi squealed when s

—Nathaniel— The flight to D.C. was the longest I’d ever endured. Silence stretched, a cold reminder of what I'd lost. “A bottle of whiskey please,” I ordered the flight attendant with me. “Yes, sir.” She left and reappeared with an ice bucket and a tumbler. “Sir?” she asked. I nodded, and she filled the glass before lowering the bottle and stepping away. Yanking my tie, I picked up my drink and gulped half the glass—then everything. The sting burned down my spine, but not enough to erase the memories of her. Her weeping face haunted me, her words like a knife twisting in my side. “I believed you. Gave you my heart, my loyalty. But to you, it was just a game.” I fought back tears and dragged a hand through my hair, then again, unable to stop the restless motion. “Leave me,” I said to the flight attendant. She hurried out, and I pressed a fist to my mouth. My hands trembled as I connected to the jet’s Wi-Fi. The signal locked in almost instantly. Of course, it did. I opened

—Nathaniel—The moment Mama Emelda told us about Amira's abduction, I literally collapsed on the chair behind me.It felt like my entire world was collapsing beneath my feet.“Nate!” Eloise rushed to my side. I shook my head. “Sammy set a trap for me, and I foolishly walked right into it.”“Don't say that,” Eloise soothed. “At least, you flew in so you can resolve the issue surrounding your engagement.”“Yes,” Mother joined in. “Mama Emelda's spy can keep an eye on them, right?” she asked, glancing at Mama.“Of course.” Mama smiled. “I'll have him spy Sammy and his gang to their destination, but we must come up with an idea to rescue her before it's too late.”“Yes, the Pentagon.” I pulled out my phone and scrolled through my contacts.Swift response was one of the perks of producing the nation's military and presidential aircraft.“I'll get the chopper hot in five.” Damian said, lurching to his feet and racing out of the room.Everything happened so fast. One moment Damian and I we

—Amira—Adrenaline coursed through me.My hands trembled, my finger hovering over the phone.A simple click would open the email and reveal the father of my baby— whether Sammy or Nathaniel.My heart pounded.A bead of sweat rolled down my spine.“Is everything okay?”I spun. Mama stood in the doorway, eyes dark with worry.I clutched my chest and let out a relieved breath. All my life, I'd never been this close to a panic attack.“Y-yes,” I stuttered.“Where's Mr. Rivera?”I lowered my gaze. “He's gone, Mama.”“So soon?” She stepped onto the balcony. Not even a goodbye.”“I— I told him I needed space. I've spent all these years putting them—men, ahead of me. I don't want to do that anymore.”My gaze flicked to her, vision blurry.“Does that make me a bad person?”“Oh, Amira.” Mama sat beside me and took my hand. She massaged it gently, the motion so soothing. “You're not a bad person. You're just trying to heal.”“Just a few months ago, you were trafficked by the person you loved int