The CEO’s Secret Triplets
He was the shepherd dog, circling the flock, ensuring the wolves stayed at a distance.
The triplets were upstairs in the nursery suite, a fortified wing staffed by their own nurses and two of Dante’s private security detail. They were the reason this room was full. The family didn't care about the marriage; they cared about the distribution of the Blackwood billions. To the people in this conservatory, Toby, Maya, and Leo weren't children—they were placeholders in a ledger.
"I hear the third one is a struggle," a woman named Beatrice, a second cousin twice removed, said as she joined the circle near Julian. She didn't lower her voice. "The medical costs alone must be astronomical. It’s a sha
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