My Triplets' Daddy Is A Heartless Mafia の小説・ストーリー

"I know I haven't been perfect, Evelina, but I promise to spend every day earning your trust and love.” “Oh goddess, if only Mel were awake to hear this!” Mama blew her nose loudly into the tissue. “Evelina, this man is perfect! Better than I ever could have imagined for you. I’m so happy you found each other and have fallen in love.” “He really is perfect,” Aunt Janet agreed, nodding her head. “He also gets extra points for never wanting to reject his mate. Mel would agree if she were awake.” “He’s a mafia boss! A criminal!” Dad blustered. “He kills people!”

Bronson said, his voice heavy with regret. Alex looked up, his eyes filled with pain. "But Dad, how do I break up with someone I love so much? She showed me how to love and accept my flaws. How can I hurt such a precious person?" he asked, his voice breaking. Bronson saw the anguish in his son’s eyes but steeled himself. "As an heir, you need to be brave and strong. Don’t let your emotions control you. One day, you and your wife will stand at the top of our wealth and power, and you need to work with her to ensure our family's dominance in the mafia world."

"Sure, I'll check out. We can go to Moon Shine Pack. I have a house there. It's a thousand miles from here. It's also a safer and less toxic environment for your kids to grow up in." I was low-key enthralled by his proposal. But at the same time, I was scared to trust Killian with something as huge and serious as the welfare of my child. "What if you get tired of us and run away like you always do? Because that's what you do. You always up and leave" His eyes twitched. My words might have struck a nerve. "Not anymore. I would never abandon you Ruru…" "You did once—" "No. I didn't. I left because I was hurt about my Father's death. But I left you in good hands. I left you in Colt's hands. He

“He hasn’t done anything. In fact, I haven’t even seen him these past few days. He’s rarely around. Unlike his son.” “Son?” came my father’s confused reply. I let out a small, nervous laugh. “Apparently, the mafia king has a little boy. He calls me ‘Mama.’ It’s… strange.” The line went silent for a moment as I brushed my hair and sat at the vanity. My reflection looked composed—a stark lie my frantic pulse betrayed. “I-I’m sorry, Rachel,” Dad said suddenly, his voice cracking. “This is all my fault.”

On the front page was the iconic photo of myself and Mabel on La Belle's terrace, followed by a blaring title by Miranda Bellamy highlighting my recent friction with Mabel. “They deliver fresh copies every morning,” Mama Emelda said casually. I lowered the magazine to the table and accepted the warm mug the housekeeper offered. “I see...” I muttered. She sipped her coffee. “What do today's headlines say?” I swallowed hard. “There's something I must tell you, Mama.” She took another measured sip, watching me over the rim of his cup. “I'm listening.” “I have children, Mama. Triplets.” Her hand froze midair. Slowly, she lowered her mug on the table.

"My children were born even before we got married and I'll admit that I didn't even know that but that's besides the point right now. The point is that you are being a nuisance in an attempt to cover this story that I have no intention of revealing and by now, everyone ought to know what I do to anything I find disturbing." "Yes, Alpha," he mumbled. "Good. So now get lost," I concluded. "One question please sir," another reporter pleaded. "Rumour has it that you have three children from the same woman..." "Yes, three boys, a triplet. I believe I have given you enough information as payment for my peace of mind so you can get lost now," I declared, suddenly having lost interest in hearing the

My hands are killing me, have mercy on me” the man begged. “I am sorry guys, but you are going to stay here until our mommy comes back. We don’t know when she will but because she normally finishes her doctor duties late in the night or probably until tomorrow, we are not going to promise you anything” Dylan added. “So just stay tuned and enjoy the punishment. Hopefully you will never undergo something like this in your life after you have repented. “Elena said sarcastically. What couple of kids are this? How did they learn to be this evil? Perhaps it runs in the blood, Daniel was something else and clearly the triplets have inherited his coldness and arrogance.

DAWN. "Dominic, Derick, and Devon Lopez popularly known as Triple D are the Three super charming and rich Triplets who are often the talk of the town and school." "With their mother as the President and Manager of several companies, lots of people desire to get closer to them knowing they are the inheritors to the empires" Brittany narrated and I felt a whirlpool of emotions flowing through me. Emotions I couldn't identify or figure out. I expected those three to be powerful but not that powerful and as a matter of fact, I didn't expect them to be triplets. I mean, they did look alike but being triplets didn't even occur to me in the slightest.

His hand rested on my thigh under the table, a constant anchor. “The triplets are real,” Rico said without preamble, sliding the file over. “Valeria had three more children she hid even from Dante and Bianca. Two brothers and a sister, all in their mid-twenties. Trained separately. The oldest, Viktor, is ex-special forces. The middle one, Nikolai, handles the money. The youngest, Katarina, is the strategist. They’re calling themselves the Shadow Triad. They’ve already recruited thirty men from the old loyalists and are promising to restore the ‘true Moretti bloodline.’”

Vikramaditya leaned back into the leather seat of his private jet, the hum of the engines a steady reminder that he was already in motion, chasing shadows across continents. Mary’s words echoed in his mind like a haunting refrain—You are a father… of triplets. He closed his eyes, inhaling deeply, but disbelief clung to him like a second skin. Fatherhood had never been part of his carefully charted destiny, and yet here it was, demanding answers he could not ignore. Dharna held those answers, and finding her was more urgent than the storm of emotions threatening to consume him.