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My Son Died Due to My Husband
Secret Triplets: The Billionaire's Second Chance
I stood at my mother's open grave in the freezing rain, my heels sinking into the mud. The space beside me was empty. My husband, Hilliard Holloway, had promised to cherish me in bad times, but apparently, burying my mother didn't fit into his busy schedule. While the priest's voice droned on, a news alert lit up my phone. It was a livestream of the Metropolitan Charity Gala. There was Hilliard, looking impeccable in a custom tuxedo, with his ex-girlfriend Charla English draped over his arm. The headline read: "Holloway & English: A Power Couple Reunited?" When he finally returned to our penthouse at 2 AM, he didn't come alone-he brought Charla with him. He claimed she'd had a "medical emergency" at the gala and couldn't be left alone. I found a Tiffany diamond necklace on our coffee table meant for her birthday, and a smudge of her signature red lipstick on his collar. When I confronted him, he simply told me to stop being "hysterical" and "acting like a child." He had no idea I was seven months pregnant with his child. He thought so little of my grief that he didn't even bother to craft a convincing lie, laughing with his mistress in our home while I sat in the dark with a shattered heart and a secret life growing inside me. "He doesn't deserve us," I whispered to the darkness. I didn't scream or beg. I simply left a folder on his desk containing signed divorce papers and a forged medical report for a terminated pregnancy. I disappeared into the night, letting him believe he had successfully killed his own legacy through his neglect. Five years later, Hilliard walked into "The Vault," the city's most exclusive underground auction, looking for a broker to manage his estate. He didn't recognize me behind my Venetian mask, but he couldn't ignore the neon pink graffiti on his armored Maybach that read "DEADBEAT." He had no clue that the three brilliant triplets currently hacking his security system were the very children he thought had been erased years ago. This time, I wasn't just a wife in the way; I was the one holding all the cards.
My Son, My War
The Tokyo skyline was sparkling outside my penthouse window, but my eyes were glued to a livestream: my son Andrew' s 18th birthday party. It was supposed to be his moment. Instead, a smug stranger, Ethan Chavez, stood center stage, wearing Andrew' s custom suit and vintage watch, hailed as the bir
New Daddy To My Son
"I'm willing to be a daddy to your son, but don't ever expect me to treat you like a wife." To realize her son's dream of having a daddy, Lily is willing to enter into a contract marriage with Keenan, who also happens to be desperate to find a wife to inherit his family's company. An agreement was
My Husband, My Enemy
I suspended a five-year-old student named Leo for pushing another child down the stairs. As the head child psychologist at an elite academy, I was used to difficult children, but there was a chilling emptiness in Leo's eyes. That evening, I was abducted in the faculty parking lot, dragged into a va
My Husband, My Ruin
"Damien Cole, do you take Esmeralda Blake to be your lawfully wedded wife? To love her, protect her, and stay faithful to her until death do you part?" "yes, I do." he answered But vows are easy to speak and harder to keep. Because behind Damien's charming smile lies secrets that could destroy the
Remarried To My billionaire husband
I am sorry, Alexa; I just had to do it. It was at this point that it dawned on me that I was poisoned by the only person I trusted on earth. I fell flat to the ground and I was crawling with my tummy, trying to reach the door. I felt a warm sensation down my legs and when I looked back, I saw blo
Sold To My Hot Husband
Have you ever wondered what might happen if one had a complicated birth chart that might ruin their family's future? One might actually get sold off to another similar jinx to cancel off the bad luck, of course! It was an understatement to say that Sophia Edwards was disappointed to find out that he
My Ex, My Husband
(Book 1 of the Blackwell Series) I had been forced to marry the guy that broke my heart, the one person that I hated, but never stopped loving. This is my first story, don't criticize it much.
My husband, my enemy.
Tracy Hall, a young and successful daughter of a wealthy home, sees her life turn around when the Hall group is faced with an uncertain future. To save the group, she steps into the marital net with Greg Knox, a person she had always detested. While the two seem to have only hatred and anger t
Sold To My Killer Husband
I didn't know him. We haven't met before. I didn't imagine that an ordinary girl like me could attract the eyes of A killer! But… He loved me more than his own life.
The Day My Heart Died
When my water broke a month early, my billionaire husband locked me in a soundproof panic room. He told me I had to wait. His sister-in-law, Kennedy, was also in labor, and her son had to be born first to inherit the family's multi-billion-dollar fortune. He accused me of faking my contractions to
MY UNCLE MY HUSBAND
The story of a man who has been away from home for years. Suddenly got the news that the brothers he loved so much had an accident and were in critical condition. In his last moments, the big brother tied his beloved little brother so that he would no longer leave the house by marrying him to a gir
My Tormentor, My Husband
The day I was supposed to marry Daniel Miller, my world shattered. A truck, later reported stolen, ran my parents' car off the highway, killing them instantly. Hours later, my pregnant sister-in-law, Sarah, received a chilling call, her husband, my brilliant brother Mark, framed for selling compa
Died Alone, My Spirit Watches
"We'll release one woman. Your choice, Mr. Shannon." Facing the kidnappers, my husband didn't hesitate. He pointed at his sobbing high school sweetheart, Flora. "Release Flora," he commanded, his voice steady. "She's fragile. Adrianne is tough enough to handle this." I tried to tell him I was ble
The Day My Fairytale Died
My life with Ethan Hayes was a true New York fairytale. He was devastatingly handsome, a brilliant tech CEO, and our engagement was the stuff of lifestyle blogs and glittering society columns. I poured my heart into our eight years together, building a perfect future, a "Golden Couple" image people
My Empire, My Son, My New Love
While I was fighting for my life in the delivery room, my husband was on the front page of every tabloid, caught in a scandalous affair. He never came to see me or our newborn son. Instead, he whisked his actress mistress away to a luxury resort in the Swiss Alps, dismissing his betrayal as a mere
Reclaiming My Empire, My Son, My Love
Our fifth wedding anniversary should have celebrated a decade building our tech empire with my husband, Ethan. Instead, at dinner, he introduced Tiffany, an intern secretly pregnant with his child, expecting me to welcome her and the baby into our home. Soon, my Seattle mansion became a living hel
My Husband, My Hero, My Baby
The holographic face of Ms. Albright shimmered, echoing a prediction: at twenty, I' d face a heartbreak, a betrayal that would shatter my world. It was my father' s solution – a high-tech "blind date" app with ninety-nine vetted bachelors – that changed everything. The catch wasn't just my hand in
My Monster Husband, My Salvation
My brother, Ethan, was my whole world, the only light in a home cloaked in shadows, a world where my stepsister, Chloe, reigned supreme, pulling the strings of my father and the man I loved, Dr. Liam Miller. The call came on a Tuesday, pulling me from my mother' s art gallery, and dragging me into
My Hero Husband, My Monster
My husband, Blake Wallace, was a hero who sacrificed his motocross career to save my life. His vow-"I can't lose Ellen Strong once"-was famous across the city, the cornerstone of our marriage. Then a charlatan mystic named Celesta entered our lives. The man I loved was replaced by a monster who wor
My Sister's Lover, My Husband
My life with Mark was perfect, a picture of happy marriage. He and his identical twin, David, ran a thriving brewery, and together with my sister Jess, we were an unbreakable foursome. Then, a shattering phone call. David, always so full of life, had collapsed and died. Weeks of agonizing grief foll
