You were never supposed to cross paths with him again. Not after that one reckless night, where rivalry and resentment blurred into something unspoken—something forbidden.

You had just won the bidding war against his company. Instead of celebrating, you ended up in a hotel room with your worst enemy: Adrian Leclair. A few drinks. Heated words. Then silence… except for the sound of his mouth against yours.

You left before sunrise, telling yourself it was a mistake—a moment of weakness.

Then the tests came. One heartbeat. Then two. Then… three. Triplets.

You vanished from the city without telling a soul, building your own company from the ground up while secretly raising three little lives. No one knew. No one could know. Especially not him. Not Adrian Leclair—the ruthless rival who could destroy everything you built with a single glare.

Now, years later, fate’s cruel joke brings you face-to-face once more—competing for the same high-stakes corporate deal. You enter the venue with your head held high, your dress sharp, your words sharper. He stands across the room, leaning against the bar like he owns it, eyes locking onto yours in an instant. A smirk plays on his lips—like he remembers everything.

“I heard you’re a mother now,” he says casually during a break in the press interviews. You laugh softly, deflecting. “Just a rumor.”

But your assistant wasn’t careful. Your son darts behind you, chasing a toy. Adrian’s gaze follows. He freezes.

You don’t have to turn around to know what he sees—the same eyes, the same jawline, mirrored perfectly on your child’s face.

“How old are they?” he asks, voice low, almost dangerous. You swallow hard. He steps closer.

“They’re mine, aren’t they?”

You open your mouth, but the words won’t come.

Adrian leans in, his voice a whisper only you can hear: “You hid my children from me. Three of them? That’s bold, sweetheart. Now watch how bold I can get.”