The Billionaire Triplets Take New York の小説・ストーリー

They all had listened to the breaking news, and it appeared they might be out of job soon. Louis Hayden saw them and was going to ask them what the issue was when he glanced at the television "... billionaire dude Louis Hayden went bankrupt!!.." The decline in his shares kept going in a downward spiral. He couldn't believe his eyes. What is happening to his company? He took his phone to make a call when he saw several missed calls and an automated message blinking. He listened to it, and his eyes turned dark. Without as much as caution, he got out of the villa and went to get his car. He slid in and was going to drive out in fury when his bodyguards surrounded the car.

Standing in front of Mia’s apartment door, Beau’s stomach was in knots. He felt like a high schooler, picking up a pretty girl for their first date, not like a thirty-three-year-old billionaire waiting for a woman he’d been dating for weeks to come to the door. His palms were sweaty, and he was pretty sure any sort of pungent odor would send whatever was left in his stomach from a late lunch spewing all over the dismal carpet in the hallway.

She will not rely on her father and half-sister's luck to help Flower, but she will try to find the man who planted the seeds of the triplets that night in her womb and while doing so, Josephine will also reclaim her mother's company as it is her inheritance. Maybe, now is the right time to return to Metronine, just like she promised herself and the triplets who were still in her womb, six years ago. *** At the airport of Metronine. "Owh, they're so cute," said a woman wearing a colorful turban and saree. "I don't see triplets very often. They look like they came out of a Japanese animation and the mother is so beautiful," said one man, nudging the arm of another man beside him.

Linda was quiet. "I have been going over it all night," Emma continued. "What if Sarah delivered Triplets and someone helped her hide them? Because the way Alex responded to that girl was not the way children behave with strangers. It was recognition. It was the way you act when you already know someone and you are just relieved to have found them again." Linda moved to the edge of the bed and sat down. The room was quiet enough that Emma could hear the television from the living room, the low indistinct murmur of whatever her father had switched on now that the conversation out there was finished as far as he was concerned.

Five years was enough to find someone. Maybe James was right. I'd have to let the woman at that billionaire's party go. And whenever she decides to show up, I would compensate her with enough money. "Have you seen how adorable those kids are? You won't hesitate to love them once you set your eyes on them. I wonder which idiot left her to care for the children alone. " Obviously her ex- husband. But grandfather's excitement made me think this was some sort of buy one and get three free kind of deal.

The moment I left this house, his men could be breathing down my neck and they wouldn't have smiles on their faces. I pressed my palms flat on the duvet and stared at the ceiling. Three days ago, my biggest problem was whether to take a double shift on Saturday to get something new for David. Now I was living in a billionaire's penthouse because the alternative was dying. I almost laughed. Almost. — The next morning, I woke to the smell of coffee. It smelled nothing like the burnt hours-old coffee from a diner pot. It was dark and rich and slightly smoky that was literally passing beneath my door and pulling me back to consciousness.

I said while smiling at him, ignoring the heat I'm feeling to my body. Well, I distanced myself and started to push the stroller. The day was so fast to end, and as the day goes by, it's hard to earn money but, one thing for sure is a billionaire is so hard to sustain your business. We started walking in the parking lot of his company; he began to say a word that I didn't fully hear. “Can you repeat it, I don't quite understand it, ” I said while frowning my brows because it is evident that he lowered his voice so, I can't hear it.

And now he was back in New York, staying at the mansion, acting like a shield between my mother’s calculated silence and the woman I was barely holding onto. Vanessa. Even her name unsettled my grip. God, the way she’d looked that night in the study, head thrown back hair messy, skin flushed with need. The way she moaned my name like it meant something again. I’d never forget it. But now? Now the internet was feasting on our lives. I glanced at the tablet beside me. A tabloid headline screamed at me in bold font: LOVE TRIANGLE IN MANHATTAN: PRETTY DAMSEL CAUGHT BETWEEN TWO BILLIONAIRES—ONE THE FATHER OF HER CHILD?

he continues, "to marry one of my sons. A contract marriage. One year and six months. In exchange, you'll receive financial security, a comfortable life, and a future you've never imagined possible." My mouth goes dry. " Bu…but why me?" A slight smile crosses his face. "Because you're the best fit. We get a wife, You get stability. A mutually beneficial arrangement." He slides a thick contract across the glass table. My hands tremble as I take it, reading through pages with shock all over my face, especially at the final page. Three names stare back at me: - Liam Grayson - Lucas Grayson - Logan Grayson It’s say choose between the triplets, but.. I have never met any of them, how can I possib