The Tycoon Triplets Novels & Stories

"Abbott, ¿right?. Into my office. Now." It wasn't a request. I followed him because my legs moved on autopilot. I followed him because if I didn't get this job, my children would be homeless. «It’s him» my mind screamed. «The stranger in the mask. The father of my children» I stared at his broad back as he strode through the glass-walled corridor. The Alpha energy rolling off him was suffocating. If he found out about the triplets... if he knew I had hidden his heirs for half a decade...

The air conditioning hummed, a constant reminder that we were deep underground, handling the dirty money that oiled the gears of the world. Vladimir stood behind me, his hands resting lightly on my shoulders. His touch was no longer just possessive; it was a connection, a way to share the focus. “The reports from the Triplets are concerning, Isabella,” Vladimir stated, his voice low with professional frustration. “They are excellent at moving raw capital—the cash flow is extraordinary. But the current structure is a relic of the old days. It is built for speed, not sustainability.”

“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.”

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.

“They did.” Tyral approached us, his eyes still trained on his younger siblings. “They’re going to be incredible,” he said, admiration lacing his voice. “Especially Cole… A white wolf in the family. That’s rare.” “I know,” I replied, watching my youngest son closely. There was something almost otherworldly about him, something powerful that I couldn’t quite place. As the night continued, the triplets eventually returned, shifting back into their human forms. They were exhausted but exhilarated, their faces glowing with accomplishment. I wrapped them in warm blankets, holding each of them tightly before stepping back to admire them.

Officer Ramos wrote down "landlord demands $5400 for triplets, 8:54 PM." Arthur Cole, who had built Cole Enterprises from Queens, who had just fired his son as CEO for choosing Flatbush nanny over board, stared at double doors where "Triplets!" had been shouted, and his cold American billionaire mask cracked for first time since his wife died at this same hospital ten years ago when he chose board meeting over bedside, and he whispered, so quietly only Genevieve heard: "Triplets... three grandchildren... at Lenox Hill... same hospital..."

I recognized their faces instantly from the old news clippings I used to keep hidden under my mattress in the basement. They were the Valerius triplets. Helios, Kael, and Silas. The billionaire rulers of Moonlight Park, the most feared and powerful men in the entire city. But I didn't care about who they were. I didn't care about their wealth or their power. I looked past them, staring wildly at the doctor as a violent shake took over my entire upper body.

The twins also looked exactly like the triplets when they were younger. "Roscoe, Dos and Tres look so much of you, Kraius. Quatro and Cinco got the shape of my face but still looks like you. Do you have a magic spell that cast on me? You know, it's a bit not fair," the woman said, hiding his nervousness.

JIMMY Oh I'm sorry, were you expecting Rocco? Well you're out of luck aren't you. Sit down and fucking listen listen The me for a change. The greasy dark-haired lothario of the gambling world has been sidelined for once. Don't tell me you're one of his simpering fools too. It's my turn to set some records straight. I'm Jimmy Haskell. Me and my triplet brother Julien haven't been busting our asses climbing the ladder of power all these years for nothing. The Haskell Triplets - we are a huge deal in the Silverlake pack. Renowned, feared and that reputation is heading into the city too.

They could feel the blood in their veins freezing up. “Is that… Tyr and Winifred?” After a very long time, a Zea family member finally exclaimed. “Oh god, Tyr is actually the mysterious young tycoon who has spent ten billion to acquire the city center.” “And Winifred is that world’s luckiest woman.” By now, Jorge and Iris, too, had regained their composure.