All Chapters of The CEO’s Secret Triplets: Chapter 71 - Chapter 76

The Alpine sun was too bright. It turned the turquoise water of the lake into a shimmering, fractured mirror that made Dante’s head throb. He stood on the gravel path, his mother’s words hanging in the air like a poisonous fog. Twelve children. Twelve heartbeats scattered across the globe, each one a "variable" in a master plan that didn't end with his own sons and daughter."Twelve?" Bella asked, her voice barely a whisper. She stepped closer to Evelyn, her hands clenched at her sides. "You’re telling me there are twelve other women who went through what I did? Twelve other nurseries with sensors and 'specialists'?""Not all of them reached the nursery stage," Evelyn said, her gaze fixed on the bell tower in the water. "Some were deemed 'non-viable' early on. Some are still in the care of the Geneva holding groups, being raised by professional surrogates under the guise of elite boarding schools. The trust calls them 'Reserve Heirs.' A insurance policy against your... independence, D

The air in the cabin of the private jet was pressurized and sterile, a sharp contrast to the cold, rosemary-scented wind of the Alps they had left behind. Dante sat across from Bella, the hum of the engines vibrating through the soles of his boots. On the table between them lay a tablet displaying the file for Subject 04: a seven-year-old girl named Elodie, currently living in a luxury apartment overlooking the Tuileries Garden."Rue de Rivoli," Bella murmured, her eyes scanning the surveillance photos of the child. Elodie had dark, curly hair and a way of holding her chin that was a mirror image of the way Bella looked when she was deep in thought. "She has no idea, Dante. She thinks she’s just a student at an international school. She doesn't know she’s a contingency plan.""She’s the first one we reach because she’s the most vulnerable," Dante said. "Julian’s leak hit the French wires twenty minutes ago. The paparazzi are already swarming the school gates. If we don't get her out b

The valley was no longer a place of hiding. As the SUV crested the final ridge, the stone cottage appeared below, nestled in the gold and amber hues of a late autumn afternoon. There were no black sedans idling at the gate, no men in earpieces patrolling the perimeter. The silence was absolute, save for the wind rushing through the tall grass and the distant, rhythmic clinking of a cowbell.Dante turned off the engine, but he didn't move. He sat with his hands resting on the steering wheel, his eyes fixed on the smoke curling from the chimney. Beside him, Clara—his sister, his twin, his ghost—stared at the house with an expression that shifted between awe and a deep, quiet apprehension."It’s not a fortress," Clara said, her voice small."No," Dante replied, finally unbuckling his seatbelt. "It’s just a home. It leaks when it rains and the floors creak, but the sensors are all gone."They stepped out into the crisp air. The door to the cottage flew open, and the triplets spilled out l