All Chapters of The Billionaire Hidden Triplets.: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Above, fluorescent lights hummed softly above the police station-a very soft hum that did nothing to drown out the tension in the room. Ethan sat forward on the chair, his jaw clenched, his fingers tapping impatiently on the cold metal armrest. Across the table, a knot of protesters slumped, bravado drained from earlier posturing. They shifted under the officers' sharp gazes, their guilt across slouched postures and darting eyes.Ethan leaned forward, his dark eyes boring into them. "Who put you up to this?" he demanded, his voice low and steady, laced with steel.The protesters shifted uneasily, eyes darting about, their feet scuffling the tiled floor. Finally, one of them spoke-a young man with a scraggly beard-his voice quavering. "We don't know who it was. Somebody sent us money. Told us to, uh. show up and, you know, cause a scene."Ethan's brow furrowed, his lips pressed into a thin line. "And you didn't think to question it?" he snapped, frustration bubbling over. “You didn't

Rachel sat at the dining table and watched as the children dug into their pancakes, syrup dripping down their little hands, their giggles filling the room like a soothing melody that momentarily quieted the storm raging in her mind. Events of the past days had shaken her, but it was moments like these that made her feel back on solid ground. She absent-mindedly scrolled through her phone with one hand and sipped her coffee with the other, hoping to be distracted.Then she saw it-a headline with her name. Her heart dropped. Her fingers froze mid-scroll before she gained the courage to tap the link. Much to her surprise, the page came up blank. She refreshed it once, then twice. A wave of relief washed over her when she realized the content had been removed, no doubt due to Ethan's work. She inhaled deeply, but the weight in her chest didn't completely lift.Mom," Daniella's tiny voice broke into her thoughts, tugging at her sleeve. Rachel looked up at her daughter, who stared at her w

Lying on her velvet armchair, Sophia read a book when suddenly her door opened loudly. Of course, she did not flinch, because she knew how Michael would burst into her room. He entered furiously but at the same time looked puzzled; his dark eyebrows knitted, his lips pressed in a thin line."You knew!" Michael spat, slamming the door shut behind him. "You knew those kids weren't mine, and you didn't think it was worth telling me?"Sophia calmly set her book on the side table, crossing one leg over the other, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips as she regarded him with an air of superiority. "And ruin the fun of finding out yourself? Where is the excitement in that?" she said in a tone full of mockery.Michael's jaw clenched, his fists at his sides. He stormed over to the liquor cabinet, yanked the door open, and grabbed a bottle of whiskey. He poured himself a glass with shaking hands, spilling a few drops onto the glass table.I should have known this was your doing, he grumble

"Emerald Designs: The Rising Star Threatening Mavericks & Co." His forehead creased and his jaw clenched. The article detailed how this new brand had taken social media by storm, challenging the long-held dominance of Mavericks &Co. in the fashion industry.He tipped his cup to the floor and coffee flowed from it onto the desk. He didn't even bother to call any help without wasting a second, he called Greg and summoned his core team for an urgent meeting.---The meeting room buzzed with tension. Mark, Ethan’s father’s long-time friend, sat with a smug expression, leaning back in his chair as though he already knew how the meeting would end. Danny, the publicist, did a restless tap on her laptop as Liam crossed his arms inside and an inky frown screwed itself on his face. Greg glanced at Ethan, waiting for him to speak.Ethan entered the room, his presence commanding attention. His tie was slightly loosened a sign of the stress weighing on him. He dropped the tablet displaying the Eme

Ethan fixed the cuffs of his suit as he closed the door on Rachel, trapping her inside. Her tear-stained face and shaking hands had kindled something dark within him, anger so sharp and cold, which seemed to curl around his ribs like a vice. He breathed out, straightening, and then turned back toward the entrance of the gala, his polished shoes tapping against the marble floor.The moment he was inside, the murmurs began. Eyes followed him, whispers rippling through the crowd like wildfire. At the center of it all, Sophia stood arms crossed over her chest, her lips curled into a self-satisfied smirk. Beside her stood the women who had tormented Rachel, basking in their supposed victory.In one moment, upon seeing him, Sophia's face changed. The smirk smoothed out into a small pout; her eyes, shining with water, made her head bob up in false innocence. "Ethan," she cooed, sliding toward him. "I was just saying—Rachel does not belong in events like these. You know how she can get … unst