My Triplets Found Me A Hidden Billionaire Husband Novels & Stories

I bite my bottom lip and tell him, “They were triplets, Matt. Two girls and a boy.” He frowns and says, “What happened to the boy?” I sigh and can’t stop the tears from coming, as I tell him, “Someone kidnapped him. When I gave birth to the triplets, they were in a dangerous position, which meant that Mark had to do an emergency c-section. When I woke up from the operation, they told me that in the nursery they mixed up the children’s bracelets and someone took him away. We looked for him everywhere, but in the end the police left him for dead.”

“I know. I just don’t understand why they’re so fixated on me. I’m not anyone important.” “Babe, I’m really sorry to say this but it’s not just you.” Tiffany frowned. “I dug up more about your husband,” she made the quotation signals in the air with her fingers, “and he’s like the most eligible bachelor in Europe, especially France. Maybe that’s why we don’t really know him back when we were in Ireland or even here in London, but you get what I mean. He’s a billionaire who’s a son of a billionaire and apparently he’s listed in Thirty Under Thirty by Forbes or something. Anyway,” Tiffany shook her head as if trying to reach her point, “he’s famous so when a famous person marries someone, news

“Let me help carry it.” I met his warm, inviting eyes, my pulse thumping. He deserved the full story—about my kids, about John, about my life as Scott’s wife. “Liam,” I started, my voice a whisper, “there’s something from my past you need to know.” I paused, gathering my words. “I have triplets—Jace, Niko, and Rhea.” I looked up, watching for his reaction. His expression stayed calm, eyes fixed on mine, a gentle nod urging me to continue. His lips pressed together briefly, then relaxed, his attention fully on me, like every word I said mattered deeply.

As Margret Owen walked down the corridor of the emergency ward, she was taken aback to see Charlie Sr and Doctor Francis standing together. Doctor Francis appeared bewildered, glancing between Charlie Sr and Margret. "Charlie Sr, is this the woman you mentioned?" Doctor Francis asked hesitantly, recognizing Margret as the veteran Bliss. Charlie Sr confirmed that she was indeed the mother of his triplets. Margret was stunned by the revelation, her face darkening with confusion. "What do you mean triplets?" she asked, her footsteps freezing in place.

I was now a successful doctor, a testament to the power of perseverance and the belief in oneself. But my journey of triumph didn't end there. Alongside my professional accomplishments, I held another precious treasure close to my heart. The triplets, my boys, were a blessing that came unexpectedly but brought immeasurable joy. They represented the love and newfound happiness that blossomed when I chose to forge my own path.

And that I wasn't having one of those dreams again. I couldn't help but imagine my husband’s reaction when he got to know I was finally carrying a treasure for him. My husband, Clinton Gates is a third-generation billionaire and the sole heir of Gates Group. Although he has been cold and indifferent to me, I have been fighting hard every day to fully win his heart. Despite his coldness towards me, never for once have I thought of giving up on our family. My hope for a change has been soaring even higher now that I was carrying his child.

The budget for my daily meals was more than my old monthly salary. All I had to do was rest, grow his baby, and wait for my ten billion dollars. The pregnancy was smooth. Every ultrasound showed the baby was developing perfectly. I even saw them kicking inside me. Yes, them. They found out it was triplets in the third month. When Killian heard the news, I saw a flicker of... satisfaction? ...on his stone-cold face. "Good," he'd said. "The Blackwood line needs heirs." But now...

“They are four years old. Victor and I divorced six years ago. How am I going to tell him that he was the father of my children when the timeline did not add up?” “Tell him the truth, then. Tell him you used the remaining embryos from Dr. Grant’s office, which explains why the triplets were born.” When Samuel left, I felt a massive headache growing. How can I tell Victor Gunner that he was the father of my triplets? But more importantly, how am I going to face him, knowing I stole something from him?

Under other circumstances, the look on his face might have been funny. “I love you,” I repeated, using his words. “I have for quite a while.” A smile suddenly broke out across his face, and it was the most stunning thing I’d ever seen. “There’s something else.” The smile dimmed slightly. “What?” I twisted my hands together. It was now or never. “As you can probably tell, I’m pregnant…with triplets.” He glanced at my stomach. It was more than obvious. I cleared my throat. “Barnett…they’re yours. That’s why I was trying to find you.”

“I didn't mean that, honey. I mean the money wasn't worth it to make up for Axel's mistake with the maid. If in the context of normal money, of course, I also think that one hundred thousand dollars is a lot of money. By the way, stop calling Steven's family my family. You should also say that it is your family. Remember, honey! Now you are my wife. So my family is your family too. From now on, there will be no such thing as Bella Wilbert. From now on your name will be Bella Steven.” “Yes, my husband,” replied Bella with a smile. “By the way, did you know I've spent a million dollars to uncover Axel's crimes?” “Hmm? What's the story?”