All Chapters of The Billionaire's Hidden Triplets: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

—Caleb—I should probably hate her.She was the reason my company was losing tens, sometimes hundreds, of thousands of dollars every hour. All because she was hellbent on getting revenge on me.Somehow, I'd brought it on myself by being a coward seven years ago. By leaving. By breaking her instead of fighting for what we'd shared.But standing here this morning, holding her hand in the living room of the very mansion I'd bought in her name, one thing had become painfully clear.I still loved Eloise Rivera.I still wanted her to give me a chance to prove myself. A second chance to make amends for the pain I'd caused her over the past seven years.I hadn't come home last night because, for the first time in seven years, I hadn't known how to control my emotions. I was angry and hurt, and alcohol had seemed like the only way to escape it.I hadn't wanted her to see me like that.For her sake, I needed to remain composed, untouchable, even if that meant hiding the fact that men cried too.

—Eloise—The first thing I noticed when I opened my eyes was the sound of waves.For a few seconds, I didn't remember where I was until I turned my head and saw the ocean stretching beyond the glass doors of the villa, bright under the morning sun.Hawaii.A smile touched my lips.For the first time in days, I didn't feel like I was carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders.No Caleb. No engagement party. No Séraphina. No questions I wasn't ready to answer.Just the ocean. The breeze moving through the curtains. And the sound of my family laughing somewhere downstairs.I pushed the covers aside and walked to the balcony. Sliding the doors open, I stepped outside and rested my hands against the railing.The water stretched across the horizon. Palm trees swayed along the shoreline. And somewhere below, the resort was already coming alive.Maybe Mom was right.Maybe I really had needed to get away.I stayed outside for a few minutes before returning to the room. After a quick show

—Eloise—The more I tried to make sense of it, the more my head hurt. I lowered my phone onto the nightstand and got into bed.But I couldn't sleep.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw their faces. The way Séraphina smiled at him. The way Caleb looked at her.First thing the next morning, I showered and changed into a black fitted top and tailored trousers. I put on my camel coat, added a pair of gold earrings, and pulled my hair into a sleek ponytail.I grabbed my handbag and checked that my phone was in it before taking one last look at myself in the mirror.I looked composed enough, even if I was anything but.Moments later, I found my family gathered around a table near the restaurant terrace, enjoying breakfast with a view of the ocean.Mom was the first to notice me. She looked up from her coffee, then glanced at my outfit, her eyebrows rising.“Eloise, I thought you were spending the day with us. Are you going somewhere?”Dad lowered his tablet and gave me a curious look. “You l

—Eloise—I drew a breath and dialed his number. It rang three times before he answered.“Hello, Daniel Peterson.”His voice was just as I remembered. I walked to the window.“Hi, Daniel. It's Eloise.”“Eloise. How are you?”“I'm fine. I just thought I'd check on you. It's been a while.”“Has it? You've been busy, I suppose.”“A little.” I stopped beside the window and watched a car pull into the driveway. “How have you been?”“Can't complain. What about you? How's everything going?”The events of the last twenty-four hours came rushing back, each one adding to the weight on my chest.“Everything's fine,” I lied. “Actually, we should catch up sometime,” he said. “Are you free to meet?”“Yes.” The answer came before I could think about it. “I mean, yes. I'd like that.”“Good.” I could hear the smile in his voice. “How about tomorrow?”“Tomorrow works for me,” I breathed.“Then it's a date. I'll text you the details.”“Okay. I'll look forward to it.”We exchanged a few more words before

—Caleb—It was over.The secret was finally out, and part of me felt relieved as I got into my car and the driver pulled away from the restaurant.Five years of pretending. Five years of letting Kiara believe I was her father.But her words haunted me throughout the drive home.“I don't want to talk to you.”I tugged at my shirt cuffs and glanced out the window. I'd known telling her the truth would hurt, but I hadn't expected her to shut me out the way she'd done.As soon as I arrived at the Holt mansion, I went straight to my bedroom, stripped off my clothes, and stepped under the shower. I was exhausted, and I didn't want to think about what had happened at dinner.After my shower, I changed into sweatpants and climbed into bed. I picked up my phone and opened Eloise's contact.I missed her.I wanted to hear her voice and know how she was doing. I wanted to tell her about Kiara, even though I knew she was the last person I should be calling. I stared at her number before locking my