The supermommy and her genius triplets

It was way too hot. Like, melt-your-face-off kind of hot. Nora Tylor felt like she was roasting from the inside out, her brain completely fried. If that wasn't bad enough, her whole body was shaking like she'd been thrown into a blender at full speed.

"Oh, come on!" she wanted to yell, but her lips refused to move.

She was trapped. Stuck. And the pain? A crazy mix of fire and ice, one second, it burned through her veins, the next, she was freezing like she'd been dumped in the Arctic. Then, just like that, darkness. The kind where you can't even see your own hand in front of your face.

After what felt like forever, the insane heat finally faded. Weak and exhausted, she fumbled around in the dark, grabbing at her scattered clothes like she was trying to get dressed before the last bus left without her. Deep breath. Straighten up. Act normal.

Then, the moment she stepped out, A voice dripping with sarcasm hit her like a slap.

"Nora, finally done? Wow, three whole hours. Impressive! Guess Mr. Michael Larson still has some energy left, even though he's an older man," Amanda Tylor sneered.

Amanda. Her lovely half-sister. Pretty face a rotten heart. And the one who had tossed her into this nightmare like yesterday's trash.

Two weeks ago, her grandmother was diagnosed with stomach cancer. The hospital bill was so ridiculously high that even selling both kidneys wouldn't cover it. Desperate, Nora had gone to her father for help, only for him to shut the door in her face. The man had stopped caring the day her mom died over ten years ago.

Meanwhile, Michael Larson, some rich businessman from Highway Group, had offered a whopping five million just to spend a night with Amanda. But Amanda, being Amanda, wasn't about to take one for the team. Instead, she tricked Nora into taking her place, using their grandmother's life as a bargaining chip.

With no choice, Nora had given up everything that night. For her grandma. Because if she didn't, who else would?

"I did what you asked," Nora said, her voice flat. "Now, where's my five hundred thousand?"

Amanda raised an eyebrow, a smirk curling on her lips. "Five hundred thousand? Oh, I thought we agreed on fifty thousand. Since when did it magically multiply?"

Nora's hands curled into fists. "You... Amanda, how can you be this shameless?"

Amanda giggled like she was enjoying a private joke. "Relax, I was just teasing. Don't be so serious! You'll get your five hundred thousand, don't worry. Since Mr. Larson paid five million, I'll just keep the rest as a little service fee. After all, you did all the hard work, right?"

Without another word, Amanda waltzed past her and pushed open the bedroom door.

Nora bit her lip hard, her heart burning with rage as she stormed toward the elevator.

Inside the room...

Amanda flicked on the bedside lamp, lazily glancing at the man on the bed, only for her entire body to go stiff.

Wait... what?!

Her brain short-circuited as she stared. That wasn't Michael Larson.

It was him.

The most powerful man in the city.

For a second, all Amanda felt was pure, seething jealousy.

How?! How did that useless girl end up with such a golden opportunity? This should have been me!

Her expression darkened.

Nora, you got lucky this time. But trust me, your luck won't last forever.

Seven and a Half Months Later... A newborn's wail tore through the delivery room.

"The first one is a boy! Don't stop now, there are still two more inside her!" the doctor announced.

Outside, Amanda tapped her foot impatiently. The second the doctor stepped out, cradling a tiny baby boy, her eyes gleamed with satisfaction.

The doctor hesitated, then lowered her voice. "Ms. Amanda, just as you requested, she's given birth to a boy."

Amanda smirked, patting the curve of her own stomach. "Say it again. Who is the mother of this child?"

The doctor hesitated, but the promise of a luxury condominium shut down her conscience real fast.

With a forced smile, she nodded. "Congratulations, Ms. Amanda! You've just given birth to a baby boy."

Amanda laughed, completely pleased with herself.

The doctor fidgeted. "Uh... about the other two babies still inside her... what should we do?"

Amanda's expression turned icy. She reached out and pinched the newborn's soft cheek, her voice dripping with cruelty.

"Get rid of them."

Her lips curled into a wicked grin. " Just spare her but I won't let her keep any kids. I'm generous like that. But all two? Not happening. This little boy is my golden ticket to the top, and I refuse to share my success with that pathetic woman."

With that, she spun on her heel, the click-clack of her stilettos echoing down the hall. "Do it right, and I'll pay you double."

Seven Years Later...

Harrington International Airport was a madhouse. Travelers zipped around, dragging suitcases, making calls, rushing to catch their flights.

Among them, several men in black suits moved like shadows, murmuring into their earpieces.

"Mr. Murphy, no sign of the target at Exit A1."

"Same at A2."

"Nothing at B1."

"No movement at B2 either."

Inside a VIP lounge, a tall man lounged on a sleek black couch, his expression unreadable.

Mason Murphy.

A pair of expensive sunglasses covered half his face, but the sharp lines of his jaw and the cold curve of his lips were enough to make anyone think twice about messing with him. His presence alone was enough to send chills down anyone's spine.

As the final report came in, the air in the room turned ice-cold.

Jacob Brook, his right-hand man, hesitated before speaking. "Sir, is it possible we got the wrong info? That top hacker, Banny, wasn't on the flight to Harrington."

They'd been chasing Banny for months. Just when they thought they had her, she fell into thin air.

Mason's voice was calm but lethal. "Impossible."

His sharp gaze locked onto his laptop screen.

At first, everything had been in place. Then, suddenly chaos.

Which meant only one thing.

He'd been played, A second later, his laptop screen flickered. Then black.

Jacob cleared his throat. "Uh, sir... I think your laptop just got hacked."

Mason turned to him slowly, his expression unreadable. Oh, really? Thanks for the update.

Before he could speak, the door burst open.

A bodyguard rushed in, looking pale. "M-Mr. Murphy... Abner followed you to the airport... but he lost his bodyguards. We can't find him anywhere."

Mason's expression turned deadly. His voice was quiet but sharp as a blade.

"Find. Him. Now."

In a dimly lit hallway on the airport's east side, Nora walked briskly, a backpack slung over one shoulder.

"How's it going? Did you lose the people tracking me?" she whispered.

"Relax, Nora Tylor. One tiny move from me, and his whole system crashed," came the smug reply.

She was about to respond when a strange feeling crept up her spine.

Her steps slowed.

Something was off, Then, in a steady, commanding voice, she called out.

"Who's there? Show yourself."

And then, from the shadows, a weak, trembling voice whispered.....

"Mommy?"

Nora's heart stopped as her breath caught in her throat as she turned.

And laying there, fragile and trembling...

Was a little boy.