All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE HIDDEN TRIPLETS.: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Mia and Alex quickly gathered their things, and the excitement in the air was palpable. “I can’t believe we’re finally going out!” I said, a smile spreading across my face.As we stepped outside, the cool night air hit us, invigorating and full of promise. We hopped into Alex’s car, and he cranked up the music, filling the space with upbeat tracks that matched our energy.“Where are we going?” I asked, glancing at Mia, who was scrolling through her phone.“I found this place called The Pulse. It’s supposed to be incredible, and they have a great dance floor!” she replied, her eyes sparkling.“Sounds perfect!” I said, feeling the anticipation build.When we arrived, the club was already buzzing with people. The lights pulsed in time with the music, and I could feel the energy radiating from the crowd. We made our way inside, and I immediately felt the weight of the week lift off my shoulders.Mia led the way to the bar, ordering us drinks while Alex and I chatted about the night. “I st

Two months have passed since that night, and I’ve been completely absorbed in growing my company with Donna by my side. She’s been a lifesaver, expertly managing my chaotic schedule and ensuring everything stays on track. .But as we were pouring over the latest project details, trying to partner with Jocelynn & Harvey’s a reputable brand, a sudden wave of weakness washed over me. “Rachel, are you okay?” Donna asked, her voice laced with concern as she leaned closer, searching my eyes for answers.I shook my head, feeling disoriented. “I don’t know. I just feel… weak.”“Weak how? Like you’re coming down with something?” she pressed, her brow furrowed.“Yeah, maybe. I’ve been so stressed lately. I thought it was just fatigue,” I admitted, “You need to take a break. We can pause this for today,” she said, her tone firm yet caring.“No, I can’t. We have deadlines, and I don’t want to fall behind,” I replied, forcing a smile “Your health comes first, Rachel. Let’s reschedule and focus

The next few weeks passed in a whirlwind of meetings and brainstorming sessions. Ethan and I interacted daily, and each encounter left me exhilarated yet anxious, with the knowledge of my secret lingering just beneath the surface. One afternoon, as we reviewed design concepts in his office, I felt the tension building. “Rachel, these sketches are... disappointing,” Ethan said, barely masking his disdain as he tossed one aside. “You can do better than this.” I blinked, taken aback. “Disappointing? I thought we agreed on a bold approach. These designs are fresh and innovative.” “Fresh? They’re just a rehash of trends. You’re playing it safe,” he snapped, leaning back in his chair, arms crossed. “If you want to compete at this level, you need to push boundaries, not reinforce them.” I clenched my jaw, feeling anger flare. “Excuse me? I put a lot of work into these designs. Just because they don’t fit your narrow vision doesn’t make them rubbish.” “Don’t take it personally,” he

As I walked into the office, Ethan was standing with two guys I'd never seen before. They looked like they belonged on the cover of a fashion magazine - tall, lean, and impeccably dressed."Rachel, I'd like you to meet my friends," Ethan said, his tone a little softer than usual. "This is Liam" - he gestured to the taller one with piercing brown eyes and chiselled features - "and Grayson." He nodded toward the other, with brooding Green eyes and jet-black hair.Liam smiled warmly and extended his hand. "Hi, Rachel. It's great to finally meet you."Grayson nodded curtly, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took in my appearance."Nice to meet you both," I replied, shaking Liam's hand.Ethan gestured to the empty chairs. "Please, have a seat."Liam sat down beside me, his eyes sparkling with interest. "So, Rachel, Ethan's told us a lot about your work."I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "All good, I hope?"Liam chuckled. "Mostly. Although Ethan did mention you can be a bit... stubborn."As

I stepped into my sun-drenched design studio, surrounded by racks of exquisite fabrics, vintage patterns, and the soft hum of sewing machines. The scent of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air, mingling with the sweet aroma of silk and lace. This was my sanctuary, where creativity knew no bounds.As a renowned fashion designer, my passion was crafting garments that made women feel like the best version of themselves. My eponymous label, "Elegance &Style," had gained a loyal following among style enthusiasts and fashionistas alike. My designs were a masterful blend of classic elegance and modern sophistication, with intricate details that told a story.My own story was one of perseverance and dedication. Growing up, I spent hours sketching dresses and watching my mother, a talented seamstress, bring my designs to life. After completing fashion school, I honed my skills working under top designers in New York and Paris. Five years ago, I took the leap and launched my own label,