The Billionaire Triplets Take New York Novels & Stories

This stupid, arrogant man. But I didn't pay any attention to him or bother validating his words. I looked straight at Dad again. “No man dropped me off. It was an Uber.” “An Uber?” Nico scoffed, his sheer misery and bitterness so blatant that I snapped my head back to him. “Seriously? Who the hell Ubers in a blacked-out Rolls-Royce Phantom? Your lies are pathetic, Brianna. I saw the man myself.” “Then where exactly were you, Brianna?” Dad asked. That same calm, demanding voice froze my gaze on Nico. I didn't know how to respond or how to handle any of this.

"I never lied. I never knew who you were." "So you claim." His voice got quieter, more dangerous. "Here's what's going to happen, Ava. You're going to sign that agreement, or I'm going to use every resource at my disposal to prove you're an unfit mother. I'll have investigators crawl through every day of your life. I'll have child services examine every corner of that pathetic apartment you call home." "You can't just take him from me." "Can't I?" His laugh was bitter. "I'm a billionaire, Ava. I own half this city. If I want something done, it gets done."

THIRD PERSON >Preparing for war… Over the following week, after Dominic and Seraphina arrived, the rest of the family slowly joined them. Nathaniel, Violet, Eli, and Chrysta arrive first, leaving Chase, Gabriela, and Zane to watch over the castle and kingdom. Scarlett and Phoenix arrive along with Jayce, Opel and River, not wanting to but having no choice in leaving their new twins, Trisha and Norrix, with Gabriela and Whitney. Ryker and Isabella arrive a little later, leaving Ariel in Beta Carter’s care.

The city thrummed, a glittering tapestry of steel and light stretching into the inky expanse of night. Its pulse beat loudest in the high-rises, where fortunes shifted and lives intertwined. Tonight, the celebrated penthouse suite of the Grand Olympia Hotel shimmered with an extra layer of opulence, hosting the joint thirtieth birthday bash for the notorious Thorne triplets. Damon, the CEO whose empire spanned continents; Elias, the artist whose controversial pieces commanded astronomical sums; and Kael, the athletic titan who dominated the global sports arena. Three brothers, each a formidable force, their combined presence in any room a gravitational pull.

" Listen, brat! I am not an old man. In fact, you're the blind one here since you can't differentiate between a handsome, sexy, young, and breathtaking guy like me and an old or middle-aged man like your father " The quadruplets and Denzel shot Gavin a glare in unison. " Hey, uncle! " Gavin flinched and gulped when his gaze met the crucifying glare of Denzel and his kids. " For your point of information, uncle, our Daddy is not an old man. He is Denzel Brenton, the richest, most powerful, and most handsome man in the whole of New City " " If we hear you call him an old man again, we will throw you out of this place "

“If my word isn’t enough, go after the truth yourself. With the money and power you have, you’ll find out in seconds.” Ethan watched her with dark eyes that gleamed with something sinister. Luna took the phone from her pocket, unlocked the screen, and showed him a photo of the triplets. Ethan froze, stunned, as he looked at the photo. It was impossible to deny the familiar and personal traits that rested on the three boys. “Bryan, Aydan, and Dante are six years old,” her head burned with the memories. “I was going to tell you that day I was pregnant, but you forced me to sign the divorce and threw me out of your house, and I had no choice but to run away.”

They saw me as a princess, someone whom they had done a good job in choosing, not knowing the truth of my real identity and the family I came from. Just as we were about to take our leave to the main court for the prayer, the triplets made their entrance. They were a vision of youthful exuberance, dressed in ball gowns that mirrored my own. The dresses were made of the same midnight blue fabric, adorned with silver embroidery that created a harmonious blend of elegance and innocence. I for a moment felt like a family with them, even though I knew there was no space for me in their lives, the marching clothes still gave me that soothing feeling. The triplets rushed toward me, their eyes spark

"Or something even bigger?" The live chat flooded with messages: “Who kidnapped Rachel?” “OMG, are those her kids?!” “Ethan Dawson is involved? This is huge!” “So the rumours are true, they are triplet” “How can Ethan propose to a lady that has three kids that are not her ex husband's own. Suspicious" Ethan gritted his teeth. The media had turned this into a spectacle. “We’re almost there,” Greg confirmed. “Just another two minutes.” Mia clasped her hands together, whispering a desperate prayer. “Please, let them be okay.”

she said and pulled us out from the desk. That is the answer to why she is fixing herself. We are about to see one of the youngest billionaires; he is the fourth. I don't see him in any news or any platforms because according to the social media account. He will sue a reporter or paparazzi that post his pictures. Zayn Grey, Blaine Texer, and Jacob Miller are the top three youngest billionaires. We all stood by the entrance. One black sleek Lamborghini parked in the middle. 2 bodyguard cars were parked on both sides.