My Triplets Found Me A Hidden Billionaire Husband Novels & Stories

The pregnancy test didn't have two lines. It didn't have three lines either. The screen blinked a digital word that made my knees buckle: "TRIPLETS." I dropped the plastic stick into the trash can like it had burned me. It landed on top of a torn check — five million dollars, made out to Isabella Vance, signed by Alexander Black. The same Alexander Black who didn't remember my name. The same Alexander Black who thought I was a paid actress. The same cold, cruel, devastatingly beautiful man who had spent one night inside my body and then tried to buy his way out of it.

Arthur shook his head in frustration, and suddenly, he placed his arm behind her feet and swept her off the floor, carrying her in a bridal manner. “Mr. Arthur!” She called fearfully. Arthur ignored her ranting as he climbed the stairs and headed to her room. He also ignored the prying eyes of some of the people who were in the living room, watching their little drama. “Is that his wife? How come we never heard of his wedding?” “I don’t think they are married. I guess she’s the surrogate mother of his triplets.” They gossiped. Getting into Aurora’s room, Arthur laid her on the bed and let out a deep breath afterward.

I looked more like I was five or six months along. The three of them panicked and rushed me to the hospital for a check-up. That was when we discovered I was carrying triplets. The men were overjoyed and practically beside themselves with excitement. I, on the other hand, was completely dumbfounded. I combed through the original storyline over and over but found no mention of this twist. In the original plot, after being kicked out by the Jordans, my character refused to accept her fate and constantly clashed with Melanie. Eventually, the Jordans faced a business crisis and called me back, arranging a marriage alliance to save the company.

“Life can be funny. See how you turned from hero to zero.” They both continued laughing at her. Delaney’s eyes welled with tears. “That’s her problem,” one said. “Let’s look at the handsome billionaire on our screen.” They giggled. The TV host continued: “So the engagement party will last for days, as he will also be celebrating the christening of his triplets.” “Here is the photo of Alexander Draven and his secret wife, Ariella Marlowe Draven.” Immediately the caster said Ari’s name. Delaney quickly stared at the TV. She was shocked, looking at Alexander, Ari, and their triplets.

And now she had triplets. Triplets. Which are mine!!! I shot up from the couch, pacing the room as everything started falling into place. The way Helen was so protective over them. The way she always kept them away from me. The way she reacted when Henry bullied her son. Her son. My son. I turned back to Ken, my voice sharp. “Where has she been all these years? Why did she also keep all this from me all these years?”

Regardless, he was excited to experience this for the first time. The parents who were already there recognised the couple and secretly took pictures. It was like they were celebrities. The other parents were excited to see the richest man in the City sitting so close to them. They felt like they had made it in life. One of them took a selfie with the couple showing in the background. Their caption read... [Guess who I'm rubbing shoulders with?? The billionaire couple! So excited!] Others whispered among themselves, "I had to use most of my salary to bring my kids to this school when I heard the billionaire's triplets were enrolled here. I can't believe I'm seeing Aaron Wentworth in the fles

They had kept their hopes alive and looked forward to seeing their son come alive again. He was on life support. It doesn't look like he was breathing and for the first time since she was told she would be getting married to Louis Hayden, she broke down in tears. This was the popular young billionaire in Oak city. His name was on every lips and his presence was accompanied with much prestige and recognition. Here he is on the sick bed. Or maybe she should stay on his dying bed. He can't help himself and at this point, it seemed no one could help him either.

Zayed realised that she had lied about the pregnancy to provide a false security for Great Aunt Sabine and find time to bring out her truth in front of everyone. **** London 2021 Maxwell Industries was still humming with gossips and wonder at the knowledge that the The Arabian Prince, Sheikh Zayed Ahmed al Zidra is married and is a father to a set of triplets. A picture of the triplets with Basim Ahmed hugging them from behind had gone viral overnight after he uploaded the picture on social media platform with the caption 'with the little Ahmeds'. There was no question as to who the little Ahmeds share their DNA with as it is

he mumbled on his way. Achilles also doesn't know if he will have time with his girlfriend again because his schedule is full until the holiday is over. Even if he owns the company and has billions of money that he can burn if he wants, he can’t just sit back and take it easy because he knows that there are so many people watching him silently and waiting for his downfall. “I’m just lucky that my family has old money. I need to climb to the top without anyone questioning my ability…” Before the start of their relationship, that was his goal and she understood it.

His green eyes were fixed on Damien’s who was a prey toying with its predator. “It's been a while, hubby” The single sentence landed on Damien like a punch which was heavy. The word was a gut punch. Damien clenched his jaw. No one knew. No one could know. Their marriage—buried in secrecy, hidden from the world—was supposed to be a ghost of the past. Yet here Lucas stood, breathing life into a scandal Damien couldn’t afford. “Lucas,” Damien said, keeping his voice even. “I was never expecting you here.”