Novel & Cerita The Billionaire Triplets Take New York

“Check the tabloids. What are they saying?” My secretary's fingers trembled as she tapped the screen of her tablet. Then her face drained of color. “What's it?” I asked. She hesitated, then gave me the tablet. My breath caught as I took in the headlines: —Secret Heirs? Alec Rivera’s Hidden Triplets Exposed —Six Years Later, Alec Rivera Finds Out About The Children He Fathered —A Billionaire, Three Kids, and One Big Lie —Mystery Mother, Hidden Kids: The Family Alec Rivera Never Knew He Had

Draven looked up at her, his jaw set tight. "It’s the triplets," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "They just snuck out of the estate... and they took a private helicopter to follow us here." He looked at the beautiful, romantic villa, then back at her, a mix of frustration and amusement crossing his face. "It seems, Mrs. Blackwood," he sighed, though his eyes were filled with pride, "that our children have decided our honeymoon is far too boring without them. And they are landing in ten minutes."

He had a premonition that left him uneasy. Charlie Jr. was interrupted by the ringing of his phone. It was Stella calling. "Hey, I heard your brothers are back. Is that true?" Stella asked eagerly. Charlie Jr. hesitated for a moment but eventually confirmed it with a grunt. Stella's voice was filled with excitement as she inquired, "You're one of the triplets, right? Can you tell me more about them?" Charlie Jr. felt a little uneasy but pushed aside his discomfort and suggested, "Why don't I take you to meet them? What do you say?"

"What photos?" She spins her laptop around. There, splashed across some gossip blog, are three pictures. Me and Alex, champagne glasses raised, his hand covering mine on the table. Me and Austin on the dance floor, laughing as he spins me around. And the third one... the third one captures that moment when both twins were looking at me, the tension between them so thick you could cut it with a knife. "'Billionaire Twins Battle for Gallery Curator's Heart,'" Nora reads the headline in a flat voice. "'Love Triangle Brewing Among New York's Elite.'"

She looks sad, and I have a feeling she knows him. "Do you know him?" I ask her. "Who doesn't know Zayden Alvarez?" she replies. Her statement makes my mom raise her head from the magazine she's been engrossed in, deep in thought. "You know him?" My mom asks Pamela. "Yes, I do. He's the youngest billionaire in New York, just as they've tagged him in the magazine. I saw him once in my father's company." "Your father?" My mom finally lets the magazine drop. "Are they business partners?"

Their pack was one of the largest and most powerful in North America. The business articles painted them as ruthless entrepreneurs. Blackwood Industries had holdings in real estate, technology, private security, and entertainment. They were billionaires several times over, though exact numbers were hard to pin down. But it was the other articles...the ones in supernatural gossip blogs and whispered forum posts that made Eve's stomach clench. "The Blackwood triplets don't date. They share." "Girl from my pack spent one night with them. Came back covered in marks and wouldn't talk about it for weeks."

And what was worse, he is a married man with a daughter. LET ME KNOW IF YOU ARE EXCITED TO READ IT! ATTENTION TO ALL MY READERS! I HAVE GOOD NEWS FOR YOU! PART TWO FOR THE TRIPLETS GAME IS UPCOMING! TITLE : BLIND DATE WITH CHAD MACMILLER BLURB : The triplet sex game ended. The debt was paid. But for Chad Macmiller, the real fight is just beginning. His brother Thane took everything — his company, his power, his name — by starting a new triplet game with deadlier rules. Chad was foolish enough to play.

"For a private account in the city. It’s a trust fund I’ve been building since the day I knew about the triplets. I was saving it for when they turned eighteen, for when they shifted and had to find their own way in the world. But they don't need to wait for eighteen anymore. They’ve already fought more than most Alphas do in a century." He reached out with his mind again, that warm, heavy pressure wrapping around my shoulders like a thick blanket on a winter night. "Take the money, Elena. Take the kids and travel, show them the world. The money is more than enough. Show Cindy the ocean; she’s been whistling the sound of waves since she was seven. Let Colin buy one of those ridiculous human

Tomorrow is going to be a long day. **** The next morning, my mom sends a car to come pick me up at Gianna's and Valentina's place. She says her new husband is a billionaire. She doesn't say he's a Mafia. She definitely doesn't say he has three sons. And she really doesn't say they're triplets. After hugging Valentina and Gianna bye and promising to always visit them, I enter the car. I have just two suitcases. The black car drives off, and almost an hour later slows in front of a mansion that looks more like a fortress—wrought iron gates, stone pillars, cameras that blink red as we approach.

Not in a mean way, more like a reaction to my disbelief kind of way. “Yes, billion with a ‘b’. So, if Bronx wants to buy you an apartment in Paris, or if he wants to take you to Bora Bora for a week, or rent out a theater so you can see a Broadway show together, let him. He has never had someone to share his life with before. He wants nothing more than to make you happy, Kas. Please let him. I know you have no intention of taking advantage of him. We all know. You have been through too much together for that to be the case. Soon enough you’ll be making your own money and you can find ways to spoil him in your own ways too.” She rubs my forearm and smiles. It takes me another minute to proces