The Billionaire Hidden Triplets.의 모든 챕터: 챕터 91 - 챕터 100

The morning was cold, but he felt none of it as he stepped from his sleek black car into the towering Mavericks & Co building. His hair was a little tousled, the dark circles around his eyes evidence enough of the sleepless night. His workers, who otherwise looked forward to his arrival, hesitated at the sight of today's wrinkled shirt, and the tension in the square of his jaw flickered in their eyes.He ignored them. His footsteps were quick, his face hard as he entered the private elevator. The moment the doors slid shut, he let out a sharp exhalation, leaning his head against the cool metal wall. What the hell is going on?Rachel, the kids, Michael, SSophiain one big web of lies and deceptions, and he was right in the middle. By the time the elevator finally reached the top floor, his fists were clenched. The elevator doors slid open, and he strode into his office, slamming the door shut with a little too much force. No more than a second or two passed before his phone went off.

The smell of the bar reeked of booze, cigarettes, and desperation. Dimmed lights danced against the dark wood, casting long shadows as Sophia sat at the far end with a half-empty whiskey in front of her. The amber liquid swirled absently in her glass before she took another sip; the burning did little to soothe the storm inside. People of different colors and shapes move around each other like two poles of a magnet..the smell of sweat, perfume, and cum made the room slightly darker, more drawing. She noticed two male men pleasuring each other's cocks. One was moaning a little louder than the background song, but they didn't give a single fuck if anybody saw them or heard them.She was running out of time.She needed Michael to take action. Just then, some men came sauntering up to her table, guffawing loudly. One of them, with a slicked-back haircut and a confident smirk, pulled a chair out for himself."Mind if we join you, sweetheart?"Sophia didn't even turn toward him. "I do min

Ethan sat at the head of the conference table, his sharp gaze sweeping over his team. The atmosphere was thick with tension. Danny had just finished his report, but it wasn’t the news Ethan had hoped for."So you're telling me," Ethan said, his voice steady yet tinged with frustration, "that after all this time, we still don’t have solid evidence against Sophia and Michael?"Danny shifted uncomfortably in his seat, rubbing the back of his neck. "We’re close, Ethan. But every lead we’ve followed so far keeps going cold. Somebody is covering tracks. I tried speaking with some of their staff but nothing came out from them"Greg continued. " I also tried checking her fundings and that of Micheal but it was clean. No foreign invested but the company is running a billion dollar project. Impressive I must say”Ethan let out a sharp breath, pressing his fingers to his temples. He despised this—the waiting, the uncertainty. Every moment that ticked by without action was another moment for Soph

Sophia sat amidst her spacious, dimly lit study—a sanctum of cold marble and polished chrome—with a glass of her strongest Bordeaux clutched in one perfectly manicured hand. Save the soft hum of her air conditioner and the far-off city sounds that managed their way through the tall windows, silence reigned supreme. Sharp, calculating eyes stared at the screen of her laptop. It contained the explosive draft of the exposé she had prepared over the last few days. Leaving nothing unsaid, it narrated the whole sordid history of Rachel Thompson, the manipulative gold-digger who had clawed her way into the life of Ethan Greenwood and hence into his world.A cold smile contorted Sophia's lips as she reread the headline: "From Rags to Ruin: The Scandalous Rise of Rachel Thompson-Manipulative, Power-Hungry and Deceptive". The article indeed painted a very damning portrait of Rachel, who, despite the humble beginnings of her marriage and its broken shards with Michael Greene, had let her despera

The morning light had just broken over the city as I pulled up to the secluded amusement park, well hidden from prying eyes and media vultures. Today was supposed to be a secret family outing-a short break from the relentless chaos that had engulfed our lives. I glanced sideways at Rachel and the triplets in the car; their tired expressions from endless days indoors slowly gave way to hints of anticipation."Come on, everybody," I called as I did, my voice firm yet soft. "Today, we leave all our troubles behind."Rachel tried a little, trembling smile. Her eyes rounded and softened when she gazed at the children. From the back seat, Daniella, Damian, Dante pressed their faces up against the window, an excited spark sparkling in their eyes. For that one instant, I felt a swoon of hope, an assurance that somehow we could attain some semblance of normality.Upon arrival, the park hummed with laughter and whirring rides. I watched as the kids sprinted off to the carousel, not containing t