All Chapters of Billionaire's Runaway Bride & His Secret Triplets : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

He didn't speak for a full minute.I watched the calculation happening behind his eyes — the billionaire algorithm running numbers, outcomes, possibilities. What do three heirs cost? What do three heartbeats mean for his company? For his dead mother's will?Then he looked at me, and the algorithm died."My mother," he said slowly, "had a condition. A genetic one. She died giving birth to me."The words landed like stones in still water."I was tested last year." He pulled off his wet jacket, draped it over my kitchen chair like he belonged here. "I carry the same gene. Any child I father has a forty percent chance of inheriting it. But only if the mother carries a specific marker."He turned to face me."You don't have it, Isabella. I had my team analyze the blood from the hotel sheets. You're clean. You're rare. And somehow — against every odd — you're carrying three."I gripped the counter harder. "You tested my blood without my consent?""I tested evidence from my own property." Hi

I crawled under the fridge and grabbed Alexander's phone first. The screen was cracked — my fault — but the message was still readable."She's not the only one carrying secrets, Black. Ask her about the night of the masquerade. Ask her who else was in that coatroom."My blood turned to ice water.Alexander took the phone from my shaking hands. He read the message twice. Then he looked at me with an expression I couldn't read — not anger, not betrayal. Something worse.Disappointment."There was someone else," he said. It wasn't a question."No. There was no one else. It was just you and me and a very ill-advised coatroom.""Then why would someone send this?""I don't know!" My voice came out too loud. Too desperate. I hated the sound of it. "I was a virgin, Alexander. You knew that. You tested the sheets."He was quiet for a long moment. Then he handed me his phone."Read the sender's name."I looked at the screen.Marcus Vance.My father.The dead man who wasn't dead had just texted

The woman who stepped out of the shadows was beautiful.Not the kind of beautiful that made you smile. The kind that made you want to run. Blonde hair, gold earrings, a smile that didn't reach her eyes. She was holding a silver gun — smaller than Alexander's, but just as real."And you must be Isabella," she said, tilting her head. "The virgin who wasn't a virgin. The heiress who's playing poor. The mother of three heartbeats my stepson will never deserve."Alexander raised his gun again. "Take one more step, Elena.""I'm not here to hurt her." Elena smiled. "If I wanted her dead, she wouldn't have left the masquerade."My blood ran cold."You," I whispered. "You were the woman at the bar. The one who spilled my drink.""I told you exactly where you needed to be." She stepped closer, heels clicking on the concrete. "And you delivered beautifully. A virgin. A hidden heiress. The perfect weapon against a boy who rejected me.""You did this to hurt Alexander.""I did this to win." Elena

The drive upstate was silent.Not the uncomfortable silence of strangers. The heavy silence of two people who had said too much and not enough. Alexander kept his eyes on the road. I kept my hand on my belly — three heartbeats, three reasons to keep going."Tell me about your mother," I said finally. "The real version. Not the one you tell the press."His hands tightened on the steering wheel."What do you want to know?""Everything."He was quiet for a long moment. The highway stretched ahead of us, dark and empty. The only light came from the dashboard — soft blue, casting shadows across his face."Her name was Eleanor," he said. "But everyone called her Nora. She hated 'Eleanor.' Said it sounded like a woman who wore pearls to bed."I almost smiled."She built Black Industries from nothing," he continued. "Her father cut her off when she refused to marry the man he chose. She had twelve dollars in her pocket and a sketchbook full of ideas. Within ten years, she was a millionaire. W