Brie POVAfter breastfeeding and burping them, Jenna sat with me for a while. We watched the babies while they were asleep.“So, have you thought about the names of the triplets?” She asked.“Yeah. My brothers helped. The five of us agreed on the names.” I informed her.When the hospital administrator came in later, I told him I would name the children Riley, Mason, and Brix.  They took Ford as their surname after me.  I am now Briana Ford.Gone was Briana Johnson.  She was a person of the past and someone I would rather forget.We stayed at the hospital for a few more days before Jenna gave me the clear go.My brothers were all over the babies.They took turns caring for them, leaving their three nannies with nothing to do most of the time.I wanted to call the agency to return the nannies. Rowan insisted that I keep them.  He argued that when the children get old

Brie POV“Carlo Bianchi Salon?” I was surprised when I set my flats-clad feet outside the two-story building that would serve as the meeting place for the appointment Charles set for me.At first, I thought I got it wrong.I looked at my phone's gallery, where I took an image of a piece of paper Charles handed me last night to see if I got the address correct, thinking there had to be a mix-up.When double-checking proved I had the correct address, a frown formed slowly on my forehead.Why would my brother send me to a salon?Then, when I was about to turn around and ditch the appointment, the glass doors opened to reveal the face of a thirty-ish man with a flawless face and a buzz cut that enhanced his facial hair.“Ms. Ford, I am Carlo Bianchi. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He told me before lifting his hand in my direction. While doing so, I noticed how he ran his eyes over my body as if I was merchandise he was trying to inspect. The perusal was not offending, but it was critic

Noah Hunter POV“Noah!” I turned my head around and saw Britney White, my fiancée, waving at me. Two people flanked her. The one on her right is her manager, whom I have known fairly well over the years, and the one on her left is her bodyguard.When our eyes met, she dropped her carryall bag and ran toward me, ignoring the buzz around her. People started smiling at the sight of her weaving her way around the crowd and getting their phones out to catch her on video.As an international model, Britney is quite popular and is considered a celebrity in her own right. When she dashed in my direction, she was shedding all the air of sophistication surrounding her, looking like a girl so much in love. My lips curled reflexively at the corners before I moved my feet toward her. When we met at the center of the large airport, she clung to me, wrapping her arms around my neck to kiss my lips. “I missed you.” She told me, gliding her lips to mine. For a moment, something in my mind flash

Noah POVWhen the car turned round the block, and we were well out of sight of Britney’s apartment, I did what I had been itching to do earlier. I took my phone out and called Brent, a private investigator, in my employ.He works for me independently but not for the company, and over the years, we developed mutual trust that paved the way to becoming good friends. He was one of my people now, not just an employee. He owns one of the top surveillance and investigative agencies in the country. “Morning, boss. What’s with the early call?” He said flippantly when he picked up.“Stop making me feel like a stuck-up CEO,” I told him succinctly, which earned a low laugh from him.“Okay. Let’s cut to the chase and get it on. What do you want me to do?” He asked, sounding all business-like as usual. His voice lacked the carefree tone from earlier and was now all seriousness.Suddenly, I began to hesitate. I don’t know how to begin.Asking Brent’s help would open up a can of worms I had pai

Noah POVHeat spreads quickly to my cheeks at her rudeness.It was not something I could not let slide. No one disrespected me like that.“Noah, thank you for gracing our show. Per usual, you are superb.” Amy Smith snatched my attention away from Briana Ford while she gushed my praises, unaware of the inner turmoil inside my head.“Come again?” I asked when I did not get her words.My brain has malfunctioned and got stuck to one image - the minx of a girl named Briana Ford.Amy leaned close and whispered near my ear, and something inside me recoiled. My displeasure doubled. “Maybe we could extend this meeting to dinner. Alfredo’s mentioned in its recent advertisement this new addition to their menu. One of my co-workers said it was spectacular.” She droned on, but my attention was not on her.“Sorry, Amy, but I have a prior engagement,” I cut her off brusquely.I heard her gasp of surprise at the uncharacteristic show of rudeness. I ignored it while I sprinted after Briana Ford.