All Chapters of The Billionaire's Hidden Triplets: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

—Mabel— My stomach coiled tight. Not from fear—but from the sour memory of that morning six years ago. Angelina scanned the room like a queen about to reclaim her kingdom, flanked by a group of men and women I didn't quite recognize. I glanced at Alec. Just like the rest of us, he was looking at her. The moment their eyes locked, Angelina toyed with a curl of her hair and smiled. Squaring her shoulders, she strutted to the only empty section reserved for Solvane Corporation, her team falling into step behind her. “Sorry to be late,” she said to the dignitaries on the raised stage before taking the empty seat beside Alec and crossing her legs. Alec glanced at me, but I looked away first, just as the announcer's deep voice filled the room. “Ladies and gentlemen, please rise for the national anthem.” Chairs scraped subtly against the marble floor as everyone rose to their feet. I placed a hand over my chest, my eyes fixed on the massive American flag ahead as the opening chords o

—Mabel— “Mommy, can we get a puppy today?” I looked up from my coffee to find three eager faces staring at me across the breakfast table. “A puppy?” “Yes!” they chorused. I glanced at my wristwatch. It was 9:00 a.m. on Thursday morning. “Please, Mommy,” Damian pleaded. “We'll take care of him,” Nathaniel promised. Eloise nodded so hard her ponytail bounced. “We already picked a name.” Six years of motherhood had taught me one thing: whenever my triplets agreed on something, resistance was futile. Besides, a puppy might be just the distraction they needed from all the questions they'd been asking about their father. “Alright. It's a done deal. I'll get you a puppy on my way back from work.” The children's faces fell. “We wanted to come with you and make our choice, Mommy,” Eloise said. Damian folded his arms. “I thought I could see the city too.” “Why don't you want us to come with you?” Nathaniel asked. Because I'm hiding you from the press and your father. I swallowed h

—Alec— The shrill sound of my alarm clock pierced the silence. Cursing under my breath, I snatched it from the nightstand and silenced it. I pried my eyes open and squinted at the reminder flashing across the screen. Great. Today was the governor’s yacht party. Another evening of shallow conversations, forced smiles, and people pretending to enjoy each other’s company. “Kyu-hun?” I stepped into the hallway and opened the door to his bedroom. He wasn’t there. “Sir, Mr. Kyu-hun is in the kitchen,” my butler announced. I hesitated, curiosity tugging at my brow. What could Kyu-hun possibly be doing in the kitchen? Sure enough, I made my way downstairs, and the information was correct. Kyu-hun was in the kitchen, moving with the finesse of a professional chef as he fried something while the kitchen staff watched, amused. He spotted me in the doorway and lowered the music. “Annyeong, Mr. Billionaire.” “What are you doing?” I asked, stepping into the room. “I’m making us lunch.

—Ruth— I wandered through the yacht. My first stop was at a group of three men and four ladies chattering about their expensive jewelry. I turned away. My next stop was a conversation about fast cars. Lamborghinis. Ferraris. Bugattis. Someone even mentioned a Cybertruck. Nope. Not my thing. I made my way to the less crowded bar. And when I turned around, my friend was dancing with Alec Rivera. She looked radiant, and he... he looked like he’d just found what he’d been searching for. I smiled to myself. I was happy for her. The last thing I wanted was to interrupt them. Exhaling, I turned and sauntered toward the stern of the yacht. It was quieter over there, almost private. A small garden caught my eye. “Finally, my tribe,” I whispered, hurrying toward the little botanical patch. I gulped a mouthful of my drink, carefully set down the glass and admired the plants until one in particular caught my eye: a tillandsia. Just as I reached out to touch it, I heard footsteps behin

—Mabel— A movement in the shadows caught my attention. Diamond earrings and a necklace glittered beneath the moonlight. A slender figure stepped into view, strutting with the finesse of a model. “Alec,” called a quiet voice, so familiar it sent bile rising in my throat. I shut my eyes, wishing this was a dream. But it wasn’t—I was here. He was here. And now she was here. I reopened my eyes just as she stepped into the light, wearing a white dress so sheer and short it looked like it belonged in a bedroom, with a neckline that threatened to defy gravity. Angelina Lancaster. Her lips curved into a smug smile as she locked eyes with Alec. “There you are!” “Hello, Angelina,” he mumbled. “I've been searching everywhere for you.” She paused before us, twirling her hair around an index finger. He gave me a quick glance, as though worried her presence had unsettled me. I tried to pull away, but his arm tightened around my waist, anchoring me beside him. Angelina followed his gaze an