The Tycoon Triplets Novels & Stories

“Check the tabloids. What are they saying?” My secretary nodded. Her fingers trembled as she tapped the screen of her tablet. Then her face drained of color. “What is it?” I asked. Janice hesitated, then gave me the tablet. I took in the headlines. My breath caught. —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—

I sped out of the parking lot, adrenaline pumping through my veins. Shit, shit, shit. It was only a matter of time before Ryder figured everything out. He would come for them. Not long after, I burst through the door of my apartment, my mind in a frenzy. “Mary! Iris! Andy! Get your bags!” I exclaimed, while getting up and down to drag the suitcases from the closet. Silence. My heart dropped into my stomach as dread crawled up to my face. My triplets weren’t here. “Goodness, where are they?”

"Who am I serving?" The door of the middle SUV opened. A guy stepped out, looking like he had just walked off a runway in Paris, except for the fact that his eyes were glowing a dangerous, predatory gold. He looked at me, and then he looked at the other two cars. Two more guys stepped out. They were identical. Sharp jawlines, messy black hair, and that same terrifying, beautiful face. The Triplet Heirs. The Blackwood brothers. Lucius, Silas, and Jax. They were the future of the werewolf world, and they were famous for being the most ruthless, arrogant, and cruel men alive.

She slowly set the document down. "But he didn't hand them our blood," Zara whispered fiercely. She turned her breathtaking gaze toward the center of the parlor. The three perfect, flawless babies were sitting on the plush cream rug, completely unaware of the Wall Street betrayal. They were giggling softly, entirely bathed in the golden morning light. The Archangel's federal surrender document was sitting right next to them, the absolute, permanent legal proof that the triplets were completely, forever untouchable. Lucian followed her gaze. The terrifying King of the underworld watched his children, and the apocalyptic wrath over the corporate takeover completely, instantly vanished.

It had been a few days since the big brunch and the pile of furs. Things in the house felt strange. On the surface, the triplets were being better than ever. They were always there, always touching me, and always making sure I had everything I needed. But there was something underneath it all that felt off.

The budget for my daily meals was more than my old monthly salary. All I had to do was rest, grow his baby, and wait for my ten billion dollars. The pregnancy was smooth. Every ultrasound showed the baby was developing perfectly. I even saw them kicking inside me. Yes, them. They found out it was triplets in the third month. When Killian heard the news, I saw a flicker of... satisfaction? ...on his stone-cold face. "Good," he'd said. "The Blackwood line needs heirs." But now...

When the doors opened, she stepped into chaos. Employees clustered in groups, whispering frantically. Her assistant, Jennifer, rushed over, eyes wide. "There you are! I've been calling you all morning!" "My phone died," Aria lied. "What's going on?" "The new owners are here. The Kingston triplets, they're taking over effective immediately. Everyone's freaking out because apparently they're…" Aria's blood turned to ice. "Triplets?" "Yeah, identical triplets. Billionaire tech moguls who just bought out half the company. They're in the main conference room right now with…"

He was the shepherd dog, circling the flock, ensuring the wolves stayed at a distance. The triplets were upstairs in the nursery suite, a fortified wing staffed by their own nurses and two of Dante’s private security detail. They were the reason this room was full. The family didn't care about the marriage; they cared about the distribution of the Blackwood billions. To the people in this conservatory, Toby, Maya, and Leo weren't children—they were placeholders in a ledger. "I hear the third one is a struggle," a woman named Beatrice, a second cousin twice removed, said as she joined the circle near Julian. She didn't lower her voice. "The medical costs alone must be astronomical. It’s a sha

I was afraid. But I'm not afraid anymore. Because I've finally figured out what matters. It's not the company. It's not the money. It's not the name. It's you. Three boys who look exactly alike and couldn't be more different. Caspian, who thinks everything can be calculated. Theo, who thinks everything can be laughed off. James, who thinks everything can be carried alone. You're all wrong. And you're all right. And you're going to need each other more than you know.

She was completely dumbfounded. It was the same arrogant man she had just encountered in the restroom. He was actually the wealthiest billionaire in the entire city. Bethany shook her head in disbelief, a mocking smile touching her lips. How can someone so rich have such a twisted personality? Dismissing him entirely, she pushed the thought out of her mind and looked away. A few weeks later, the time had finally come. Bethany was ready to begin her carefully planned marriage campaign against the Cullen family. At exactly eight o'clock in the morning, a sleek, luxury vehicle pulled up to the iron gates of the Cullen mansion.