Secret Triplets: The Billionaire's Second Chance

She was an obstacle. And tonight

arted wit

ashes, dus

ming of the rain against the black umbrellas. It was a cold rain, the kind

threatened to swallow her whole. Her black dress, soaked through within minutes of ar

r body had gone past the point of c

too small. Her mother had been a force of nature, a woman who filled every roo

Cailin's feet. It felt like the earth was cracking open, mirro

htly to the left. The sp

. Hilliard Holloway. The man who had promised, in front of this very same priest t

his was the worst.

a dry tissue into Cailin's wet hand. The tissue dissolved instantly against her dam

got. She also knew that Hilliard had a driver who

d bright against the gloom of the afternoon. No missed calls. No

. She shouldn't look. She

tapp

eo. The banner at the bottom read: Metro

and golden drapery. The audio was a mix of classical strings and the murmu

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wasn'

sequined gown that dipped low in the back, her head thrown back

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l punch, a reminder of the secret she was carrying. She dropped the phone

he life growing inside her. Please

felt like stones being dropped into a well. They touched her shoulder, the

murmured. "To be alon

every step a battle. She got into the driver's seat of her modest sedan-Hilliard

ors that started in her hands and worked t

d Hilliar

. Once.

the video is old. Tell

email of Hilliard Holloway

dialed Gavin, hi

ring. "Mrs. Holloway?" He s

asked. Her voice was raspy, u

stammered. "It's a high-level crisis. He can't ste

ct, swelling crescendo of a violin concerto. The clinking

ilin repeated, deadpa

ception is bad here in the

ne wen

t there. It was that he thought so little of her intelligence, s

paper-thin, just two days ago. Don't let him dim you

ng back was a ghost. Pale, wet hair plastered to her

arted

windshield. She didn't feel the road. She didn't feel the steering wheel. She was operati

g the entire top floor, decorated in cool greys an

d walked into the living room. The silence of th

xt to a stack of architectural digests, was a gi

months. Their anniversary had passed two weeks ago

gers trembling, and pull

ited edition piece, delic

wasn't

envelope unsealed. She pulled it out.

the one you lost

birthday

end's birthday. He had bought a gift. And then it was left here. A cold dread washed over her. This wasn't Hilliard's br

ickered to life-it was set on

assive cake brought out by waiters. Hilliard was standing right behind her, leaning in close

d was s

guttural, ugly. She grabbed a heavy crystal vase from the consol

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tward like shrapnel. The noise echoed in the empty pentho

of her as quickly as it had come, leaving her hollowed ou

nt to her s

kness. "I can't let you grow up in this col

ge of Hilliard whispering to Cha