The Tycoons Triplets Novels & Stories

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…"

"Derek's an idiot. And I'm sorry he put you through that. Both the rejection and tonight." I didn't know what to say to that. We drove in silence for a while. Then Tyler asked, "So what's the deal with the triplets? Tyler mentioned you blocked them?" "It's complicated." "Isn't it always." He pulled into a parking lot. "We're here. Let's get you some coffee and figure out what to do next."

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.

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.

Luna nodded happily then they ate. When Sarah noticed that the people at Maximus’ table were standing up, she looked at them. She just shook her head because the triplets really looked like Maximus. ‘It’s impossible for Mr. Lim to be the father of the triplets.’ Sarah shook her head at what she was thinking. “It’s really impossible.” She said.

The Vortigen Grand Villa was a masterpiece of elegance and history, its towering structure standing against the fading sunlight. As the convoy of sleek black cars pulled into the grand estate, the triplets, Arlyle, Artie, and Allie, bounced with excitement in the backseat, their six-year-old minds racing with anticipation. "Do you think they’ll remember us?" Artie asked, his wide silver eyes filled with curiosity. "They’re babies, dummy," Allie scoffed, fixing her twin brother with a playful glare. "Of course they won’t remember us. But they will love us!"

Yet, aside from that, its also been 14 years since Antonio, Angelo, Vincent and Lucia all met their timely end. Shortly after that, about 8 months later, I finally gave birth to my cute identical twin boys. Elijah and Elis. Both now 14 and look exactly like their father. Lucus. Attitude and all. Then, about 4 years after that we all learned that we were about to have our first set of triplets. Each of them fraternal. And again, all boys. My triplets being Joshua, Jackson and Jayden. Each currently 10. And while I’m still shocked on how it happened; it turns out that Tony spawned Joshua while Grant spawned Jackson and Jayden. Talk about crazy. Again, I blame the super sperm.

My body tensed immediately, and I couldn't contain myself. “I'm not here to fight, Tracy,” I said with a firmness that surprised them. "I'm here to study. Not to be the center of attention. And if you think they belong to you, you're very wrong. The triplets aren't objects; they're people. They have souls and a mate who will choose them for who they are. And you, Tracy, have none of that. All you have is a superficial mask that makes you look like an empty shell."

But their silence was comfortable, until a shadow blocked the sunlight across their table. “Well, well… What do we have here?” A sneering voice broke in. Hardin looked up, his jaw tightening. Standing before them were the notorious triplets from their class—Zach, with his identical sisters, Zamila and Zona. The three moved like a unit, always in sync, always intimidating. For the first time, they had chosen their table. “Trying to copy us now?” Zach scoffed, eyeing the twins and Zoey like they were a science experiment gone wrong.

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..."