All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE HIDDEN TRIPLETS.: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

As they walked toward the presentation room, the tension from their encounter with Mark and Selena still hung in the air, but Rachel felt it begin to dissipate with every step she took. Ethan was beside her, silent but supportive, his presence grounding her in the chaos of the moment. When they arrived at the door to the presentation room, they paused, sharing a glance. The large, sleek doors loomed in front of them, but beyond them was what felt like the culmination of everything they had worked for. Rachel’s heart was pounding, but there was no turning back now. They had made it this far.“You ready?” Ethan asked, his voice calm.Rachel nodded, taking a deep breath. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”Ethan reached for the door handle, giving her one last reassuring smile. Together, they stepped inside.The room was immaculate, with the polished conference table in the center, surrounded by sleek chairs. A projector stood at the far end, the large screen waiting for the presentation to beg

The grand entrance of the Met Gala glittered with golden lights, setting the stage for an unforgettable evening. Rachel stepped out of the car, her hand gripping Ethan’s arm for support. Cameras flashed wildly, the crowd buzzing with excitement. For a moment, Rachel felt overwhelmed by the magnitude of it all, the elegance, the opulence, the sheer importance of the event. “Breathe,” Ethan said softly, leaning closer so only she could hear. His voice was calm, reassuring. Rachel nodded, forcing herself to take a deep breath. She smoothed the hem of her gown, a creation of her own design. The intricate embroidery glimmered under the lights, the fabric flowing around her like a dream. It felt surreal to be here, to know that her work was about to take center stage. As they entered the venue, the room seemed to sparkle with life. Celebrities, designers, and industry icons filled the space, each dressed to perfection. Rachel felt the weight of their gazes as she walked past them. Som

The plane landed with a gentle jolt, the dull hum of the engine fading as they taxied to the gate. Outside the window, Rachel could see sheets of rain hammering the tarmac. It was relentless, the kind of storm that blurred the skyline and turned the streets into rivers. “Well, this is perfect,” Rachel muttered under her breath. Ethan, already pulling down their luggage from the overhead compartment, arched a brow. “What’s perfect?” She gestured toward the window. “That. The rain. It looks like it’s not letting up anytime soon.” Ethan followed her gaze, his expression unreadable. “We’ll figure it out. Let’s just get off this plane first.” ---The airport was chaotic. Crowds of passengers huddled around monitors displaying endless rows of canceled flights and delayed departures. Rachel clutched her bag tightly, feeling a headache brewing. “This is a nightmare,” she murmured, scanning the terminal for any sign of a solution. Ethan, his phone in hand, remained calm. “I’ll bo

The grocery store was busier than usual, with the hum of shopping carts and the soft chatter of customers filling the air. Rachel pushed her cart down the cereal aisle, checking her list. Dante wanted the chocolate-flavored kind, Damian insisted on the healthy oats, and Danielle couldn’t decide. Typical. As she reached for a box, a familiar voice interrupted her thoughts. “Rachel?” She turned to see Max standing at the end of the aisle, his dark hair slightly tousled, and a warm, slightly surprised smile on his face. Dressed casually in a leather jacket and jeans, he looked every bit as confident and charming as she remembered. “Max,” she said, her voice tinged with equal parts surprise and awkwardness. “Hi.” “Hi? That’s all I get after you ghosted me?” he teased, walking closer, his eyes sparkling with mischief. Rachel felt a flush creep up her cheeks. “I didn’t ghost you. Things… got busy.” Max arched a brow. “Too busy to reply to a single text?” She sighed, placing the cere

The sound of children’s laughter filled Rachel’s home as she walked in, the familiar noise washing over her with a mix of comfort and exhaustion. Dante was sitting at the kitchen table, absorbed in a game on his tablet, while Damian and Danielle played with their toys on the living room rug. The whisper of a lullaby played through the speakers, enveloping the room in a cocoon of sound. Rachel took a deep breath and sank onto the arm of the couch, feeling the weight of the day pressing down on her.“Hey, Mom! Can you help me find the dragon? Dante called, not looking up.A message from Max.“Just a reminder about dinner tonight. Hope you’re ready!”Rachel looked at the screen, the feeling of warmth in the response battling the coldness of the internal vacuum of confusion. It had been a long day filled with too many questions and not enough answers. The thought of leaving the kids at home made her hesitate. What if something happened? But she pushed the worry aside. She needed a break,