Baby Triplets' Father Is the Hot Billionaire?

"Ugh... gentler..."

Steam filled the bathroom. Niki was pressed against the bathtub, her neck arched back, eyes glistening, breathing heavily. The pleasure down there was almost drving her crazy.

The room felt hotter and hotter. Simon Wakefield's strong hands gripped her waist, leaning down to kiss her all over.

His usually calm and controlled eyes were now full of desire and affection.

"Niki... do you love me?"

Niki's arms hung weakly over the side of the tub. If Simon wasn't holding her up, she would have slipped down, overwhelmed by everything.

She hooked her fingers around Simon's and spoke softly. "Of course, I do. If I didn't, why would I be engaged to you?"

As soon as she said it, his kisses covered her again.

Niki raised her head, unable to even moan.

The man above her seemed determined to devour her, their passion continuing until the sky outside was pitch black.

Simon fell asleep. In the darkness, Niki opened her eyes silently.

She sat up, wincing at the soreness.

Damn, the sacrifices for this mission were too much!

She gritted her teeth and carefully removed a black diamond ring pendant from Simon's neck.

This ring was said to be a family heirloom of the Wakefields, but it also had other uses she wasn't clear on. After all, she was just in it for the money.

Niki pocketed the ring, changed her clothes, and left in the thick night.

A pre-arranged Lexus was waiting at the street corner. Niki started the car and sped away.

It was already past 4 a.m., the streets were empty, streetlights flickering eerily in the silence.

Niki's instincts screamed that something was wrong, a dark premonition clouding over her. She yanked the steering wheel, but it wouldn't budge!

Was it a malfunction or sabotage?!

She slammed on the brakes, but it was too late.

The car, like an out-of-control wild horse, crashed heavily into the building!

"Boom—"

In a deafening roar, Niki completely lost consciousness.

Six years later.

Wakefields' Group, conference room.

A tall man stood coldly, tossing a stack of papers onto the desk. "This is the trash you come up with after a month?"

The executives sweated, heads bowed, not daring to make a sound, the room so silent you could hear a pin drop.

Simon's eyes were dark with icy anger. "This report..."

Before he could finish, the conference room door was abruptly pushed open.

"Hi, is my dad here?"

A child's voice broke the dead silence like a thunderclap.

Two identical little boys stood in the doorway, one holding a tablet, tapping it a few times before tilting his head in confusion. "It should be here..."

An assistant rushed forward. "Whose kids are you? How did you get in here? You need to leave!"

But before he could reach them, the other child locked eyes with Simon and ran over excitedly. "Daddy!"

Caught off guard, Simon felt a little boy latch onto his leg.

The executives were stunned.

Everyone knew that since his fiancée had died in a car crash six years ago, Simon hadn't been with another woman, let alone having two kids pop up out of nowhere!

Simon's eyes narrowed. "What did you call me?"

Eddie Paxton beamed up at him, clutching his leg. "Daddy!"

Marvin Paxton came over too. "You might not believe it, but according to the genetic database, there's a 99.9% chance you're our biological father..."

He didn't get to finish before Simon grabbed him by the collar, lifting both boys in front of him.

"What do you think you're doing?" Marvin clutched his tablet, struggling.

"I'll have you know, child abuse is illegal. If you think you can abandon Mom and us, we won't let you off easy!"

It sounded like a threat, but with his baby face, it wasn't very intimidating. Instead, something fell out of his pocket during the struggle, and Simon quickly caught it.

Seeing what it was made Simon's pupils contract sharply.

It was a black diamond ring.

The very one Niki had taken when she disappeared all those years ago.

Niamh Paxton was about to lose it. Her two daring sons had vanished, and she was at her wit's end trying to find them.

That morning, they'd begged for pizza and mashed potatoes. But when she got back from the store, they were gone!

As a single mom of three, Niamh looked much younger than her age. She had thick black curls, deep brown eyes, and full red lips. People assumed she spent hours at the gym because of her fit figure, but the truth was, she was too busy working to even think about it.

She worked as a stock clerk at a supermarket, and she was good at it—so good, in fact, that she could do the work of three people. "Niamh, are you Superwoman? Black widow?" they'd tease. "Jesus, look at those muscles!"

Niamh often thought her coworkers were exaggerating, but she couldn't deny her own strength. Still, she saw herself as just an ordinary single mom with three kids. Very normal life.

Speaking of kids—Niamh's children were sharp, maybe a bit too sharp. Their curiosity about their dad had only grown over time. "Ring... Ring..." She called her sons for the twentieth time. Still no answer.

Niamh resisted the urge to smash her phone and turned to Jade, who was lounging on the couch with a lollipop. "You really don't know where your brothers went?"

Jade nodded, then shook her head, mumbling around the lollipop, "Eddie said they were going to find Dad."

"I've told you, your dad's been gone for a long time. What do they mean, 'find Dad'?"

Niamh rubbed her temples, feeling a headache coming on.

She tried calling again, but still no answer.

With a sigh, she thought about calling the police.

But before she could dial, the apartment door swung open.

Eddie's voice rang out, "Mom! We found Dad!"

Niamh froze. Then, a tall, handsome man with a cold, piercing aura walked in.

He had thick black hair, sharp blue eyes, and a gaunt face with bloodshot eyes. He was staring straight at her.

A primal sense of danger surged within Niamh. "Who are you?"

"Surprised to see me?"

Simon stepped closer. "Or did you think you'd never see me again after you left?"

Niamh frowned.

"Sir, I don't know you. You must be mistaken."

Mistaken?

Simon let out a cold laugh.

He wouldn't mistake NIKI, even if she turned to ash.

"Do you think playing dumb will work now?"

Simon placed a hand on Niamh's shoulder, not pressing hard but enough to keep her from moving. "Don't you think you owe me an explanation for what happened back then? And these kids."

He glanced at Eddie and the others, who were huddled together, their faces full of curiosity.

Niamh's patience snapped.

"I told you, I'm not the person you're looking for!"

She pushed Simon's hand away with sudden force, but in the next second, cold metal pressed against her temple.

Simon had pulled out a gun from who knows where. With a click, he removed the safety, pointing the barrel right at her head!

Every hair on Niamh's body stood on end. Instinctively, she moved, faster than Simon could see. The next moment, the gun was in her hand, disassembled into a pile of parts!

"Get out!"

Niamh grabbed a nearby spatula and swung it at him without hesitation.

Simon dodged, then grabbed her wrist.

"The gun wasn't loaded." He wiped the blood from his forehead, his blue eyes blazing. "You keep saying you're not NiKi, so where did you learn to disassemble a gun like that?"