All Chapters of The Billionaire's Hidden Triplets: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

—Mabel—We left the VVIP section.Heads tilted as we entered the ground floor of La Belle. I could hear the gossip.“Isn't that Alec Rivera? ...the CEO of Daston Airlines and the Rivera Group?”“Of course that's him,” another guest replied.“I thought he was celibate. Who's the lady with him?”“A new flame, I suppose after six years. You think she’s the one who’ll finally get a ring out of him?”“Mm-hmm, every woman thinks she’s the one—until she’s not. I’ll believe it when I see a wedding band on his finger."I spared a glance in the direction of the voices. Two old ladies, hunched over a bottle of whiskey, their curious stares fixed on us.What did I expect? I knew the moment I went out on a date with Alec Rivera, tongues would wag.Was I being petty for enjoying their conversation?I smirked and focused on wherever he was taking me, filling my nostrils once again with his cologne.We stepped into the grand terrace outside and it dawned on me we were leaving—Except only his convoy

—Mabel—Sunlight filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the bedroom.I opened my eyes and a lazy smile spilled on my lips as I recalled last night.But I glanced at his side of the bed and it was empty.Where did he go?Sitting up, I clutched the sheet to my chest and spotted a folded note on the nightstand.‘I'm in the kitchen making breakfast… I apologize in case it turns out terrible. This is my first time making anything.’I pressed a hand to my mouth and laughed quietly, but there was more.‘The bathroom is the door to your left. Since I didn’t know what shampoo or body lotion you use, I had my butler buy every sample at the mall. I hope you find one that suits you best. As for your clothes, they’re with mine at the laundry. Look inside the closet—I bought another dress for you. And I know you’ll look racy in the panties. Maybe I’ll get the chance to slide them aside before we leave this morning.'A soft moan escaped me as I read the last line, my poor ni,pples twinging

—Alec— My fist curled tight on my thigh as my convoy tore through DC streets. The thought of losing Mama Emelda left a bitter taste in my mouth. I kept checking the time again and again, as if staring at it could somehow hold the world still until I reached her. Sweat pricked the back of my neck despite the AC blasting through the vents—anxiety had its own thermostat. “Faster!” I barked. The car sped forward, but to me, it crawled like molasses. Helpless, I searched for something to anchor me through the storm. My thoughts shifted to Mabel, and for a moment, relief washed over me. Memories of last night replayed in my mind— Her little stubbornness when I asked her to sit on my lap. The emotion in her eyes as I draped the necklace around her neck. And above all, the passion we shared. A smile flitted across my lips. My phone rang in my hand. I glanced at the caller ID, then answered. “Hello, Janice. “Good morning, sir. I just got a message from Mama Emelda's bu

—Mabel—Alec stood on his terrace in a black button-down shirt, sleeves rolled up, collar slightly wrinkled—like he'd been pacing.Even his hair was disheveled and his eyes shadowed.My heart pounded as I climbed the short stairs and joined him on the terrace. “Good evening,” I greeted.“Hi,” he mumbled. “What are you doing here?”I drew a deep breath. “Please, we need to talk.”“About what? About the truth you kept from me the past six years?”“At least hear me out before you decide to condemn me.”This time around, he met my gaze and a faint smirk touched his lips. He folded his arms on his chest and nodded.“I'm listening.”Right here?Wasn't he going to usher me inside or at least offer me a seat on his terrace?Well, at least I was grateful I had his attention.“Six years ago, I left for Africa—right after the Fortenite Ball. That was when I found out I was pregnant… from that one night we shared.”His gaze faltered, but still held mine. I swallowed and continued.“I was going to

—Alec—God knows, I can't remember the last time I cried.But nothing could have prepared me for this— three little bodies crashing into my arms, calling me Daddy, saying how much they missed me. Children I didn’t even know existed until yesterday.Their warmth, their laughter, the way they held me like I’d always been there shattered something inside me.“I missed you more,” I mumbled.And for the first time in years, I felt the burn of tears I couldn’t hold back.I held them tighter. Damian. Nathaniel. Eloise.Each name was etched into my soul.I kissed the top of their heads again, then glanced up.There she was, standing a few feet away from us with misty eyes.Mabel.A part of me was amazed by how singlehandedly she'd raised these three adorable angels.But another part of me wanted to hate her for keeping this from me.Not now. Not with three pairs of arms still wrapped around me, their joy still echoing in the air.Eloise pulled back a little and pointed at her two brothers, “T