All Chapters of Triplets For The Billionaire : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The moment the news settled in, Draven’s entire world seemed to narrow down to one single priority: keeping Belle safe. What started as gentle concern quickly escalated into something far more intense, turning their peaceful home into a place where Belle felt like she was being watched every second of the day.It began subtly at first, but within forty-eight hours, the rules were laid out clearly and firmly.“Wait,” Draven said, appearing beside her as she turned toward the staircase. He immediately offered his arm, his expression serious. “You don’t walk down stairs alone anymore. It’s too easy to slip.”Belle blinked, pausing with her hand on the railing. “Draven, I’ve walked up and down these stairs hundreds of times. I’m fine.”“Not anymore,” he insisted, gently guiding her hand to rest on his arm instead. “Doctor’s orders. And besides, I’d rather be safe than sorry. From now on, you call me or one of the guards whenever you need to go up or down.”That was only the beginning. Lat

The ballroom of Blackwood Manor sparkled with fresh white roses. Over two hundred guests mingled, politicians, business tycoons, old-money families, and society’s most prominent faces. Belle stood near the window, wearing a soft lavender dress that showed her pregnancy gently. She looked beautiful, but a little out of place. Draven stood beside her, his hand resting protectively on her lower back, introducing her to people who still seemed unsure whether to bow or shake her hand."You look radiant, Belle," said one woman, though her tone didn't quite match her smile. "Truly. The Blackwood legacy is lucky to have you expanding it so… efficiently."Before Belle could reply, a sharp, familiar voice cut through the pleasant hum."Efficiently? I’d call it something else entirely."Everyone turned. Standing there with a glass of wine in one hand and a sneer on her face was Clarissa Mooresville, not related to their security chief, but the wife of a rival industrialist. She was tall, sharp,

The thunder shook the windows in heavy, rolling waves. The the tall pines swayed violently in the wind. Inside the Blackwood mansion, the lights flickered once, twice and then plunged the entire house into darkness.Belle gasped, one hand flying to her belly. "Draven?""I'm here." He was at her side instantly, his voice steady even though his heart was racing. He pulled out his phone, turning on the flashlight. "Power line must be down. The storm is getting worse. Are you alright?""I think so, just…" She shifted, wincing slightly. Then her eyes went wide. "Draven… something’s happening.""What is it?" He knelt beside her, the beam of his phone catching the sudden worry on her face."My water just broke," she whispered. "But it’s too early. Nova isn't due for another six weeks. He shouldn't be coming now."Draven stood up fast, adrenaline surging through him. "It’s okay. We have time. I’ll call the ambulance. They’ll be here in twenty minutes, and we’ll get you to the hospital safely.

Liana stepped across the threshold, clutching her worn canvas bag tightly against her chest. Her coat was thin and frayed at the cuffs, her shoes scuffed and worn smooth at the toes, and she kept her eyes down as if afraid even to look at the marble floor beneath her feet. But then she lifted her head and smiled, a soft, genuine smile that reached her eyes exactly the way Belle’s did."This place… it’s like a palace," she whispered, turning slowly to look around the grand hallway, her voice full of awe. "I’ve never even seen anything so beautiful in movies! Are you sure I’m not dreaming?"Belle’s heart softened instantly. She stepped forward and took Liana’s cold hands in hers, squeezing gently. "You’re not dreaming. And this isn't just my home, it’s yours too, for as long as you want it to be. You’re family, Liana. Please, make yourself at home."Draven gave her a warm, respectful nod from where he stood by the staircase. "Welcome to the family, Liana. We’re glad you’re here. If ther

The morning sun filtered through the curtains, but there was no warmth in the room. Belle stood in the living room, her hands folded tightly in front of her, waiting. When Liana walked in, dressed in one of Belle’s favorite dresses and wearing her pearl necklace, Belle took a steadying breath."We need to talk, Liana. About last night."Liana didn't even flinch. She smoothed the fabric of the dress and sat down comfortably on the sofa, crossing her legs. "What is there to talk about? It was just a misunderstanding. Draven was drunk. He made a mistake. Everyone knows that now.""He didn't just make a mistake, Liana. You let him hold you. You let him speak to you like you were me. You didn't say a word until I walked in." Belle stepped closer, her voice calm but firm. "Why didn't you stop him?"Liana laughed—a short, sharp sound that sent a chill through the room. "Why? Because for one moment, just one moment, I knew what it felt like to be you. To be the one he looks at like she’s the