All Chapters of The Billionaire's Hidden Triplets: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

—Eloise—I closed the space between us and kissed him.Time stopped.Daniel's hand rested against my cheek, and when I kissed him back, his arm settled around my waist.He drew away just enough to look at me.“Are you all right?”I nodded, unable to hide my smile. “Yes.”“You're sure?”I laughed under my breath. “Daniel, if you ask me that one more time, I might change my mind just to annoy you.”He chuckled. “Please, don't.”I shook my head, still smiling, and pulled him closer by the front of his shirt.His laughter faded as I kissed him again.This time, I didn't spend the entire kiss wondering what it meant or whether I was making a mistake. I let myself enjoy it. When his hand moved to my waist, I slipped my arms around his neck and stayed close.Daniel pulled back again and rested his forehead against mine.“Would you like to come to my hotel with me?” he asked.I knew what the invitation meant. I also knew I could say no and let the evening end with a kiss beneath the garden li

—Eloise—The world fell quiet.I walked into my bedroom and shut the door behind me, still trying to process everything that had happened.A knock sounded at the door.“May I come in?” Mom called.“Yes.”She stepped inside and shut the door behind her.“Are you okay?”I nodded, placing the documents on the table.“Eloise, you don't have to lie to me.”“I'm fine.”Mom didn't argue. She glanced at the papers before looking back at me.“Daniel just left.”I looked down and realized I was still wearing his jacket. I slipped it off, ran my fingers over the smooth fabric, and laid it on the chair.“I didn't mean to leave without explaining…”“Eloise, you don't have to explain yourself to me.” Mom came closer. “We know how difficult this has been for you.”I walked to the window, hoping the view would help me gather my thoughts. It didn't.“Caleb said nothing happened between him and Séraphina.”“We heard what he said.”“What if he's telling the truth?” I asked.Mom took a moment before answ

—Eloise— It had been two days since Damian joined us in Hawaii, and today was our last day of vacation. Dad suggested we have a barbecue by the pool. The staff set everything up on the lawn. A long table stood under the terrace, and the grill had been placed a short distance away. They also set up a karaoke machine near the pool, complete with speakers, a screen, and microphones. As the sun began to set, my family gathered around the table. Nathaniel appointed himself head of the grill, already reaching for the apron despite Amira reminding him that the last time he'd cooked for the family, he'd burned the food. “That happened once,” he protested. “Twice,” Amira corrected. Mom and Dad sat close together at the far end of the table, sharing a bottle of wine. Dad had one arm resting around her shoulders, and every so often, Mom leaned in to whisper something that made him smile. Adrian claimed the karaoke microphone. He scrolled through the song list on the screen before selecti

—Eloise— The next morning, I took the window seat and watched my father’s security team load our luggage onto the jet, Damian’s words from last night replaying in my head.I gave him a reason to walk away. I closed my eyes, fighting back my emotions. It was already too late. Whatever Caleb and I had shared was over, and I needed to move on. If only it were that easy. My phone lit up on my lap. A message from Daniel. Let me know when you land in D.C. Safe flight. And keep the jacket. It looks better on you anyway.I almost smiled. It would have been so easy to answer him, to type something light and let the warmth of it carry me through the flight. But the face in my head wasn't Daniel's. I switched to airplane mode and tucked the phone into my pocket. A low vibration traveled through the cabin as the jet accelerated down the runway. Moments later, we were airborne, leaving Hawaii behind. Somewhere over the Pacific, Mom came down the aisle with two cups of tea and settled int

—Eloise—The Willard’s ballroom was a sea of black tie and designer dresses. Somewhere near the stage, a string quartet was doing its best to be heard over two hundred conversations.“Stop tugging at it,” Damian said.“I’m not tugging.”“You’ve adjusted that strap four times since we walked in.”I dropped my hand. The gown was deep emerald, cut simply, with a low back I’d almost talked myself out of. Amira had held it up in the fitting room and said, “If you don’t buy this, I’m buying it for you,” and that had been the end of the discussion.“You look fine,” Nathaniel said, snagging a glass of champagne from a passing tray. “You look like someone who’s going to close a deal and make a senator nervous.”“That’s the idea.”“Oh, please. Stop acting like the room is going to bite you.”I laughed because he was right. We’d been there forty minutes. I’d shaken hands with a committee chair, endured a long story from a defense contractor about his yacht, and promised an under-secretary a tour