All Chapters of The Billionaire's Hidden Triplets: Chapter 141 - Chapter 145

—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 for 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 she received her gift, and Mama

—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 my contacts a