All Chapters of The Billionaire's Hidden Triplets: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

—Mabel—What kind of person dedicates their life to making someone else's miserable?I slid out of bed and walked to the dresser. I was still pissed. But the moment I opened the drawer and saw the necklace, everything inside me cracked open.Tears welled in my eyes.Maybe all of this would've been bearable if he had been by my side.My fingers hovered over the jewel, then I picked it up and hid it away in a box in my closet. This way, I wouldn't see it often.I strode to the bathroom and stripped.If I could just wash him off me—maybe I’d stop aching. Maybe I’d stop remembering how much I still loved him.Moments later, I stepped out of the bathtub.Water sloshed onto the floor as I toweled off quickly and sauntered back into the room.Even the simple act of applying lotion reminded me of him. Damn it!I slipped into a fitted red office dress and black stilettos, then added a pair of gold earrings and a matching watch.I swept my hair into a ponytail, followed by a little dab of make-

—Alec—Silence settled between us. I hadn’t expected the truth to sound like grace, or hurt this much.“After how awful I'd been to her lately... Do you think she'll take me back?” I asked.“How would you know if you don't go out there and try?” Mama smiled and lowered her cup to the table.“Show her you’ve changed, Alec, that you're willing to work things out with your words, your actions, and patience. Don’t just knock on her door, stay there until she’s ready to open it. That’s what true love does. It endures.”Mama stood up and walked over to me. She placed her hand on my shoulder— a touch full of both tenderness and caution.“We’ve all been fools in love, Alec. The difference is in what we do after the damage is done. So stop rehearsing guilt and start choosing courage.”She walked out of the room, and her footsteps echoed down the hallway.“It feels good to be back home!” she exhaled.A faint smile touched my lips. Then with a deep breath, I stood and lowered my mug.The aftern

—Mabel—Memories of that night in his penthouse played in my head.Heat crept up my cheeks.I swallowed hard and glanced across the tinted windows as the convoy glided across the streets of Washington.The children chanted happily nursery rhymes; Baba Black Sheep, Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, The Wheels on the Bus, Old MacDonald Had a Farm...At some point, Alec and I joined them as warmth passed between us.Finally, the car slowed before the familiar gates of Alexis Green Oak Mansion. The towering gates opened and we drove into the broad driveway.“Is this Daddy's house?” the kids asked, their mouths wide with awe.“Yes, it is,” I replied and met their excited gazes. “Do you like it?” I asked, and they bobbed their heads.Alec chuckled. “Welcome to our home,” he said.Our home?Maybe he meant—his and the kids'.His men opened the doors and we stepped into his driveway. Damian and Eloise scooted to their Daddy and took his hands. Nathaniel held mine as he tugged me gently towards the

—Mabel—He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me to him.Then slowly, he leaned closer and claimed my lips.My breath hitched, and a delicious warmth spread through me.His kiss was slow, unhurried, yet full of possession, like he was reclaiming me with every brush of his lips.I melted into him, my hands gripping his T-shirt for balance—or maybe for grounding.Each time he left my lips, it was only to change position and devour them again.I gasped as he left my lips and trailed kisses to my neck again. His hand caressed my n,ipples, kneading them, tugging them.I opened my mouth to moan, but remembered the deal.I swallowed hard and raked my fingers through his hair as he trailed kisses across my shoulders.Then he leaned closer and took a ni,pple into his mouth and sucked.“Alec!” I gasped.“Mmm...yes, baby.I threw my head against the couch, and squirmed under the assault of his mouth. So perfect. So electric.The world outside faded away—there was nothing, just his tongu

—Mabel—Suddenly, a black Maybach pulled up in the driveway.Absolutely no one but Angelina stepped out, in a yellow dress that clung to her frame and didn't make it past her thighs.She tossed her hair in the wind and her overly red-painted lips curled with a smile as she strutted toward us.She threw her arms open. “Mama!”“What are you doing here?”Mama Emelda's voice was sharp and cold. And her face had a scowl.Angelina blinked dramatically and lowered her hands. “Oh, Mama. You don't recognize me?”“I never said that. I asked why you’re on my property—uninvited.”Angelina swallowed. “I'm sorry, Mama. I thought you were duly notified of my visit. But now I see that information wasn't passed across as expected.”She paused and glanced at Alec.“Hello, Alec.” She batted her lashes at him and caressed her curls.Alec didn’t answer. He looked at me and she followed his gaze. She shifted her eyes down to the children.“Hi... You must be Alec's triplets.”My hands instinctively flew to