All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE HIDDEN TRIPLETS.: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Sophia POV:Sophia fixed her gaze on the drink in her hand, her thoughts swimming in a tide of anger, betrayal, and desperation. Michael sat next to her, leaning on the bar with his typical grin. She loathed that phrase but, right now, she did need him.She glanced at him from the corner of her eye, the memory of how they’d met flickering in her mind.It had been three years ago, during her time abroad. She’d been caught up in a scandal—some ridiculous mix-up involving a stolen designer bag at a high-end party in Milan. The local people showed no interest in her high social status or her histrionic assertion of her innocence.Michael had already been there, using the smooth-talking trait to get to the position. His charm had gotten her out of trouble, and she’d been grateful at the time. In the weeks that followed, they’d crossed paths again at a series of elite events, striking up a casual friendship. He’d seemed interested in her, but she hadn’t taken him seriously. Michael was fun,

Ethan POV:Ethan perched at his desk, with his regular cup of morning espresso neglected, observing a row of pictures lining his computer, the screen as his window. Each image was a carefully chosen moment, him and Rachel having lunch, laughing together, the picture he had dinner with Rachel recently, pictures of when he was trying to protect her from those reporters, walking through the streets of Italy during the business trip, and even an image of them in his office.Anger surged through him. The violation of privacy was one thing, but the consequence of leaking those pictures was far more serious. Whoever had taken these photos wasn’t just prying; they were trying to paint a narrative.He took the telephone and dialled his secretary Danny.Moments later, she walked into his office, clipboard in hand. “You called, sir?”Ethan turned his screen to face her. “Who brought these here? These pictures were sent anonymously this morning. Any idea where they came from? And don't tell me yo

Sophia POV:The morning sunshine streamed through the large windows of the cafe, bathing the table in a warm light. Sophia delicately sliced into her croissant, her movements precise and poised, while Michael sat across from her, stirring his coffee with a little too much force.Michael, Sophia said, her tone as soothing as honey, "I already have a guy in Ethan's company. That's just a matter of time," it is stated here.Michael paused, his spoon clinking against the porcelain cup. “Who?”Sophia smiled, taking a slow sip of her tea. “Mark. You remember him, don’t you? Ethan’s father’s little lapdog who couldn’t resist a good bribe?Michael sneered, grabbing the basket of loaves and pulling out a loaf. “I’m surprised he’s still useful. What’s his role in all this?”Sophia relaxed into her chair, relishing the strain she was creating. “He’s feeding me insider details. Their current designs they are developing, their future releases, and all of that. All we've gotta do is fall once, and

Rachel POV: The early morning sun filtered through the windshield as Rachel drove the triplets to school. The rising hum of the car engine permeated the quiet, interspersed with the noises of maneuver, which led to the click of Damian's pen or flick of Daniella's tiny fingers made into the glass. The perceptive Dante slid forward in the backseat.“Mommy, why is that car following us? He asked, his voice tinged with curiosity.Rachel’s chest tightened as she glanced in the rearview mirror. The black car was still parked and keeping a fixed distance. It hadn’t overtaken her, despite her slowing down earlier to give it room.Could be that they're heading the same way," she spoke, keeping her voice cool, but she clenched the wheel in a death grip.Dante scoffed. Or they're watching us like in one of those detective films!“Don’t be silly, " Rachel replied, forcing a laugh, but her heart pounded harder with each passing moment.As soon as she got to the school's parking lot, she grabbed h

Rachel POV:The hospital corridor hummed with muted activity. Nurses stalked from room to room, beneath the quiet glide of their rubber-soled shoes over the gleaming surfaces. The hum sound of a monitor or avatar voice of a doctor filled the hall. Rachel braced herself against the chill wall outside the children’s room, battling for every ounce of strength. A faint odor of antiseptic filled the air, strong, clean.Her eyes moved to the pale blue door, shut behind which rested her three children, her whole universe. She had tucked them in moments ago, their small faces still flushed from the events of the day. Daniella’s fever had gone down, leaving her cheeks rosy and damp with sweat. Rachel had combed their hair, offered them soothing words, and kissed the top of their heads, before going out to take some fresh air.The cool air in the hallway wasn’t enough to calm her pounding heart. She looked around and saw that he was gone, where he had been only a moment before. Panic crept up h