Her Triplets and Tycoon's Trap

"Anabelle, be a good girl and get yourself to Room 3001. Mr. House is already impatient."

"You'd better not play tricks. If Mr. House isn't satisfied today, I'll pull your mother's oxygen tube, no hesitation."

"Be thankful, alright? If Mr. House hadn't specifically asked for someone 'clean', do you think you'd be getting this chance? Think about your comatose, useless brother and your nearly-dead mother.!"

"Fiancé? You're still dreaming, aren't you? Everyone in Camberwille knows Karsen doesn't even remember you. He's someone else's fiancé now, not yours."

On the other end of the line, Sylvia Mercer's malicious words cut into Anabelle Mercer's heart.

Anabelle hung up the phone, took a deep breath, and knocked on the door.

She had nowhere else to turn.

If she didn't do this, her mother and brother might never make it out alive.

Her father, Hassan Mercer, couldn't care less. He only cared about her stepsister, Sylvia Mercer, and her stepmother, Mariam Abbott.

Anabelle's fiancé and first love, Karsen Riddle, hadn't recognized her since a car accident. Worse, he now despised her, ridiculed her, and ran straight into another woman's arms.

And that woman was none other than her best friend, Chloe Elliott.

Now, Anabelle truly had no one left she could rely on.

As she drifted into thought, the door suddenly opened.

A hand reached out from the shadows, the person barely visible. With a gentle pull, Anabelle was drawn into the dark room, landing in a powerful embrace.

A fresh scent lingered in the air.

The man murmured softly, "Came knocking on my door, huh?" His voice was magnetic, especially in the heavy, dark night.

"I'll take it," he said.

Anabelle tried to speak, but before she could, the man pressed his large palm over her mouth. Her eyes went wide with fear.

When she woke up, it was already the next day.

Anabelle rubbed her aching back, glancing helplessly at the person lying beside her.

Though only a silhouette, she could tell it was a tall, handsome man.

Just thinking about last night, Anabelle flushed with embarrassment.

"No, I have to leave. Mom's waiting for the money to pay for treatment." Anabelle jerked awake, grabbing her clothes and rushing out.

After she left, the man in bed stirred.

His large hand brushed the empty space on the bed. Lawrence Burnett suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze cold.

"She just left like that?" he thought.

Lawrence sat up, scanning the room, his face sullen.

He traced his fingers over his lips, savoring the sweet memory.

He hadn't even seen her face clearly.

Lawrence murmured, "She slept with me and ran? Well, well."

Lawrence was going to make her regret leaving him after taking what she wanted, no strings attached.

Anabelle returned to the Mercer villa., disheveled.

As soon as she entered the living room, a stool flew at her.

The sound of impact was deafening, but Anabelle managed to dodge in the nick of time, staring in disbelief at the culprit—Sylvia.

"Sylvia, what do you want?" Anabelle's calm demeanor snapped, and she shouted in frustration.

"How dare you ask? You dared to stand up Mr. House? Do you know how much the Mercer family lost because of you? What a useless waste. I told you to sleep with him, and you ended up in the wrong room with the wrong man! Anabelle, you really are the disgrace of the Mercer family!" Sylvia shouted at her furiously, her face contorted with jealousy.

What should have been a done deal turned into a disaster. Last night, Kamryn had called, furious that he'd been stood up and was now pulling his investment.

Sylvia panicked, rushing to the hotel in the middle of the night. She thought Anabelle had run off, but surveillance showed Anabelle had walked into the wrong room.

So, she ended up sleeping with Ardenville's most prestigious man—Lawrence Burnett！

Lawrence was the top bachelor in town, wealthy, powerful, and untouchable. But he was known for being a man of high standards.

Sylvia thought that such a man should have been hers.

If she'd known, she would've taken him herself.

"What?" Anabelle gasped.

She thought, "I slept with the wrong man? No way. So, who was the man last night?"

Seeing Anabelle's shocked expression, Sylvia paused, and then a sinister smile appeared. "Anabelle, you don't mean to tell me you don't even know who you slept with, do you?"

"I..." Anabelle was speechless.

She had assumed it was Kamryn House. After all, the room was dark, and she didn't see anything.

Sylvia froze for a second, then a wicked grin spread across her face. "I can't believe you're so clueless. But it doesn't matter. He was probably just some random guy."

She wouldn't tell Anabelle that the "random guy" was none other than Lawrence, the richest bachelor in Camberwille.

Sylvia was determined to seize this chance. She would tell Lawrence that the woman he'd spent the night with was her, not Anabelle.

The thought of it made her voice quiver with excitement.

Anabelle had no idea how she'd managed to mess up her one shot. She looked helplessly at her father, Hassan. "Dad, it's my fault, but could you at least help with Mom's medical bills?"

"No," Hassan replied coldly.

His gaze lacked any warmth as he looked at her. "It's not necessary."

"What do you mean 'not necessary'?" Anabelle asked.

"Your mother just died."

Hassan spoke with the same indifference as if talking about a stranger.

"What... what did you say?" Anabelle collapsed to the ground.

Tears blurred her vision instantly.

But even through her tears, she could still see her father's icy expression and Sylvia's smirk of satisfaction.

Before Anabelle passed out, she heard her father's cold voice. "Throw her out. I no longer have a daughter like that."

*

Ten months later, in the obstetrics and gynecology department, Anabelle looked pale as she gently rubbed her belly.

These ten months had felt like a lifetime to Anabelle.

To save her mother and brother, she'd been forced to sleep with a man, only to sleep with the wrong one. Her mother had passed away, and her brother's whereabouts were unknown.

After being kicked out of her house, with nowhere to go, Anabelle almost ended it all. But then, she discovered she was pregnant.

Becoming a mother gave Anabelle the courage to keep living.

Though she'd lost her mother and brother, she still had the child.

A bitter smile tugged at her lips.

Suddenly, a sharp pain gripped her, and Anabelle gasped in agony.

Nurses rushed to her side...

Anabelle lay in her hospital bed, the anesthesia taking hold, and her consciousness faded away.

The sound of high heels echoed, and Sylvia entered, eyes gleaming as she looked at the newborn boy.

"This child... he's mine now," Sylvia said.

With this baby, she'd be one step into high society.

She picked him up, ready to leave.

"Wait, there are three more," the bribed doctor whispered, eyeing the other three babies.

Sylvia frowned, disgusted. "She can pop out kids like that? Is she a sow or something?"

"Too many to deal with. Get rid of them all. When she wakes up, tell her they were stillborn. I only need the boy."

What Sylvia didn't say was that she had no intention of taking care of Anabelle's child. She just wanted to use him as a tool to climb the social ladder.

"The rest? They could go to hell," Sylvia thought.

"Fine." The doctor hesitated but nodded under Sylvia's sharp glare.

Not long after Sylvia left, the doctor picked up the three remaining babies, wrapped them together, and walked into the dark corner.

"Don't blame me. If anyone's to blame, it's you for being so unlucky," the doctor muttered, trembling, before lifting the babies high in the air, preparing to let go...

Five years later, at the airport.

Anabelle walked out with her three kids, instantly becoming a stunning sight, catching everyone's attention.

The three kids looked almost identical—fair, plump, with big eyes. Their sweet, babyish voices called out to Anabelle, "Mommy!".

"Wow, look at those three kids! They're like little sculptures, too beautiful!"

"Yeah, but you know, if the kids are this gorgeous, I bet their mom is just as stunning!"

"I'm so jealous! I wish I had such beautiful children."

Anabelle couldn't help but smile at the praise, feeling incredibly happy as she looked at her three kids, one by one.

Five years ago, she had given birth to them at a small hospital—two boys and one girl.

The first son was called Paxton Mercer, and the second was Amani Mercer. She hoped they would live in peace and happiness.

The youngest was a girl, and Anabelle named her Serena Mercer.

Her three children were lively and adorable, and they were Anabelle's greatest treasure.

The doctor who helped her deliver them was Willow Ball. Back then, Anabelle was poor and struggling, but Willow had helped her out and even found her a job in Fernville, where she barely managed to support her three hungry babies.

Anabelle once thought she and her kids would stay in Fernville forever until she got a phone call from her grandfather.

He was gravely ill and wanted her to come back to Camberwille to handle some matters.

Considering the kids' future and her grandfather's kindness, Anabelle had decided to return to Camberwille—a place that had once wounded her so deeply.

But this time, Anabelle swore she wouldn't be as helpless as before. She would make those who hurt her suffer ten times worse.

Thinking this, Anabelle clenched her fists.

Just then, a soft, childish voice interrupted her thoughts.

"Oh, look at me, I'm so popular already! What if a talent scout sees me and I become a star?" Amani said with a worried look, pushing his bangs out of his face.

So many people were staring at him, and it made him feel a little shy.

He lived in a small hometown, and he'd never been in a place this crowded before.

"You're overthinking it..." Serena rolled her eyes, still sucking on her lollipop. "But you know, I think they're actually looking at me. Don't you think I look just like that little star, Laurel Keith?"

At the mention of Laurel, Paxton, who had been quiet until now, suddenly flushed. He cleared his throat. "Alright, stop arguing. Mom will be upset."

Anabelle affectionately ruffled Paxton's head, saying, "Thank you, Paxton."

"And you two." Anabelle turned to look at the sulking Amani and Serena, feeling a headache coming on. "No more arguing. Amani, you're the older brother. You need to be kinder to Serena."

Amani puffed up his cheeks in protest. "Hmph, I always have to give in to her. It's so unfair."

Serena also grumbled, turning her face away and ignoring her brothers.

Anabelle sighed, rubbing her temples.

Paxton was sensible, just like her. But these two little ones were naughty.

She guessed they'd inherited their stubbornness from their father, as they had always been wild and self-centered.

"Alright, alright, enough! If you keep fighting, no hamburgers!" Anabelle pulled out the ultimate weapon.

Immediately, both kids rushed to her, hugging her legs.

"Mom, I'm sorry. I want a hamburger!" Serena's eyes filled with tears, turning into a little drama queen.

"I want one too, Mom! I'll be good to Serena!" Amani suddenly became generous, acting as if he hadn't been fighting with Serena just moments ago.

Anabelle's face twitched.

She couldn't help but wonder, "What kind of man is their father? Probably not a good one. Otherwise, these children wouldn't have been so complicated in their characters."

Just as Anabelle took Amani's hand and looked up, her eyes were caught by a man on the screen.

"Mr. Karsen, we've heard you'll be marrying Miss Chloe next month. Is this true?"

"Of course." Karsen pulled Chloe closer, both of them smiling sweetly at the camera, their affection deeply hurting Anabelle.

She looked at Karsen, then her gaze lingered on the sapphire necklace Chloe was wearing.

At that moment, a smooth, deep voice interrupted her thoughts. "Chloe became famous five years ago with the 'Blue Romance' necklace. She's incredibly talented, but it's a pity that she hasn't made any noteworthy pieces in recent years..."

"Yeah, she peaked too early. Now everything she designs is just... ridiculous..."

Anabelle turned to look at the couple who were talking. The man was wearing a black suit. He had his hands casually in his pockets and a stunningly handsome face. The woman beside him had long, wavy hair and looked enchanting.

Noticing Anabelle's curious gaze, the man's eyes shifted towards her.

Caught staring, Anabelle blushed, and she quickly turned away. She didn't notice the smile that tugged at the corner of the man's lips.

"It's her..." The man's gaze lingered on Anabelle.

"Mr. Finley?" The woman in red blinked, slightly confused.

"It's nothing. Let's go back to the office," Cooper Finley said, glancing at his watch with urgency, before turning and leaving.

The woman in red followed immediately.

Anabelle's eyes stayed glued to the screen.

The conversation from earlier kept replaying in her mind.

To be honest, Chloe never really designed the necklace. She was just a clever thief.

Anabelle gave a disdainful smile before turning away, pulling her three kids towards the exit.

As they walked, the atmosphere around them started to stir.

Then, the sound of footsteps grew louder.

A group of men in black suits and sunglasses appeared, moving in perfect unison, drawing the attention of everyone in the airport.

At the center, a man in a silver-gray suit emerged, and the entire atmosphere changed.

He had short black hair, a perfectly sculpted face, and a tall, commanding figure—close to 6'3". He radiated an intimidating aura of wealth and power.

But the most striking part of him was his eyes, cold and distant. He looked at everyone with disdain, as if they were beneath him.

The aura he gave off was overwhelming.

Anabelle could hear the gasps of the crowd around her.

"My god, he's so handsome!"

"Yes! that's Mr. Burnett! the most prestigious man in all of Camberwille! Oh, my god! I finally saw my idol. I can't believe that! Ohhhhh, can't believe it and can't bbbbre--rea- eath myself...[fainted]"

The scene descended into chaos.

And the man at the center of it all seemed completely indifferent. He adjusted his suit collar, his eyes filled with a chilling coldness as he glanced disdainfully at a young girl who had fainted, letting out a sneer through his nose.

He had seen too many women like her—only after his looks.

If it weren't for finding his kid, Lawrence wouldn't have bothered coming to a place like this.

The thought of that kid only made Lawrence's face darken further.

"Sir, you're so handsome."

Lawrence looked down, and to his surprise, a young girl had tightly hugged his leg, gazing up at him like a love-struck fool.

Well, looking like a love-struck fool but still a little adorable cutie-girl.