CEO's Genius Triplets

Samantha Miller, carrying her eight-month pregnant belly, struggled to climb the stairs, leaning on the stair railing, preparing to go to her room to get her prenatal examination records.

As she passed her mother's room, voices of conversation leaked through the slightly ajar door.

"Mom, did Samantha go out?"

"Yeah, Uncle Tom took her to the hospital for a prenatal checkup."

It was the voices of her mother, Sarah Rodriguez, and her sister, Suzy Miller.

They seemed to be discussing something.

Driven by curiosity, Samantha approached.

Sarah's voice became clearer through the crack in the door.

"Is everything taken care of?"

"Mom, do you doubt my abilities? I've already bribed the doctor and nurse. Once she's in the delivery room, she won't come out again. When she dies, the child in her belly will smoothly inherit her shares. We have plenty of opportunities to take over."

"Haha..." Sarah chuckled triumphantly. "Samantha can't even dream that it was you who drugged her back then, sending her to someone's bed. She thought she was just drunk. She's as foolish as her dead mother."

Suzy sneered, "If that old man hadn't protected her, we would have killed her long ago. Blame that old fool..."

"If it weren't for that old fool rejecting me and forcing your dad to marry Katia, you wouldn't have become an illegitimate daughter. In the end, Katia still died by my hands..."

Sarah turned out to be the murderer of her own biological mother?

Samantha's blood boiled throughout her body. She tightly covered her mouth, resisting the urge to kick the door open. Leaning against the wall, she turned away.

She had to tell her grandfather about this. She had to bring Sarah to justice.

But because of her large belly, she moved awkwardly and accidentally knocked over a vase in the corridor, making a faint noise.

Sarah and Suzy heard the commotion. Their hearts skipped a beat, and they opened the door. They saw Samantha, heavily pregnant, heading towards the stairs. Due to pregnancy, her movements were particularly clumsy.

The mother and daughter exchanged a glance, and Sarah quickly caught up, reaching out to support Samantha. Feigning concern, she said, "Samantha, why are you back? Weren't you supposed to go for a checkup with Uncle Tom?"

Samantha, disgusted, evaded her touch, keeping a safe distance. Her body trembled slightly, her eyes filled with panic and fear.

It was like watching an unforgivable murderer.

Her reaction confirmed Sarah's speculation.

Seeing that Samantha now knew the truth, she no longer bothered to disguise or hide, revealing her true colors and glaring menacingly at Samantha.

"Samantha, you're carrying a child now, right? Don't get too excited. In case you harm the child in your belly, it won't be good for anyone."

On the surface, it sounded like concern, but in reality, it was a threat. Using Samantha's unborn child as leverage.

Samantha naturally understood. Waves of anger surged into her chest. She glared fiercely at Sarah and staggered towards the door.

Sarah had reached a state of madness. She had to immediately tell the truth to her grandfather. She had to make Sarah pay for her mother's life.

Watching Samantha's departing figure, Sarah cast a malicious look at Suzy.

Suzy understood, followed behind Samantha, and forcefully pushed her when they descended the stairs.

"Ah..."

Samantha screamed as her body lost balance and rolled down the stairs.

At the moment of impact, her lower abdomen hit the ground, a piercing pain spreading from her abdomen to her entire body, and large patches of blood flowed from her legs...

A strong smell of blood permeated the air.

"Ugh..."

Samantha was in pain, cold sweat pouring down. She tried to get up but couldn't muster any strength. After struggling a few times, she couldn't resist the encroaching darkness, falling to the ground unconscious.

...

Emergency room of the hospital.

Samantha, covered in blood, lay on the operating table. The sharp pain in her lower abdomen felt like a blender churning her insides, causing her whole body to tremble, and cold sweat poured out.

Several blurry white figures moved in front of her eyes. Tears flowed uncontrollably. She wanted to cry for help, for her child, but she had no strength. She could not utter a word and could only endure.

At this moment, her mind held only one thought--Her child must be safe, absolutely safe!

Suddenly, she felt a surge of warmth beneath her, as if something was desperately trying to come out. Soon, the entire operating table was dyed red.

In a daze, she faintly heard the doctor saying, "It's too late. The child couldn't be saved, a lovely baby boy. What a pity..."

....

Four years later.

Hotel's VIP private room, five women sitting around a table.

"Come, let's celebrate Lila's return to the country. If it weren't for Lila, our Sky Group wouldn't have been able to successfully enter the top 100 companies in the capital. Let's continue to work hard and strive to replace the Miller family, becoming the leader of the jewelry industry in the capital."

The speaker was a woman in her forties, with shoulder-length hair and a sharp dress sense. She was one of the partners of the Sky Group, Wendy.

And the Lila she mentioned was none other than Samantha, who had been missing for four years and had just returned to the country.

Samantha tied her chestnut-colored, slightly curly hair into a high ponytail. Her lips, in a beautiful cherry blossom color, exuded a simple yet fashionable aura in her plain professional attire.

"It's a pleasure working together." She politely raised the glass in her hand, tilting her head back to finish the red wine.

After some pleasantries, they began discussing business matters while having their meal.

"Wendy, seated next to Samantha, relayed the latest news to her. 'In six months, Miss Ellena of the Steele family will be marrying Albert Davis, the heir of the Davis family. The Steeles wish to present Ellena with a distinctive set of jewelry as a dowry. You've received an invitation and they're interested in collaborating with you.'"

Samantha squinted her eyes slightly, and a cold light flashed in her beautiful amber eyes.

Ellena--Ethan Steele's younger sister... Suzy's future sister-in-law.

The Steele family was the largest family in the capital. Ethan was the current head of the Steele family and the president of the Emperor Group.

Four years ago, Ethan Steele, who was unmarried, suddenly had a son, and the child's biological mother was Suzy.

The Steele family's elders loved this suddenly arrived grandson to the core. They spared no expense for his full-month celebration, spending billions.

The grandeur was unprecedented.

As a great contributor to the Steele family, Suzy was immediately engaged to him by the Steele family's elders.

But for some unknown reason, four years had passed, and the two were still engaged, with no wedding ceremony held.

Even so, the Miller family's status in the capital had risen, and they successfully entered the ranks of the top ten families.

Seeing her silent, Wendy continued, "Of course, with the Steele family's position in the capital, there are many people who want to take on this project. You are just one of the invited, and the Miller family is also included. Whether you can successfully collaborate depends on personal ability."

Afraid that Samantha would be angry, Wendy quickly explained, "I believe with your strength, you can secure this project. This way, you can establish a connection with the Steele family and strike a blow against the Miller family."

Samantha smiled, lightly clinking her wine glass with Wendy's. "Of course, this project is a must-win for me."

She wanted more than just this project.

She wanted everything related to Suzy.

If it weren't for Suzy back then, her son wouldn't have been born and died prematurely.

She didn't even have a chance to see him.

Yet, Suzy's son became the heir of the first family.

Why?

She founded the Sky Group, worked hard to study jewelry design, won numerous awards in global jewelry design competitions, all with the goal of replacing the Miller family and becoming the leader in the jewelry industry.

As for Suzy...

She wanted her to taste the bitterness of being forsaken by everyone and losing everything!

***

During the banquet, Samantha drank a bit too much and stood up to go to the restroom.

Just as she exited, she saw a familiar small figure standing in the corridor, looking around.

The little one appeared to be only four or five years old but possessed a face that could enchant anyone. His eyes were pitch black and bright, a small, straight nose complementing the peach-like pink lips. He seemed like a little male model straight out of a magazine.

Samantha frowned displeased and walked over.

"Alexander Miller, why are you here? Didn't I tell you and your sister to wait at home? What if something dangerous happened? Where is your sister?"

Noah's tender little face was tense, his pink lips tightly pressed into a line, showing a level of sophistication and coldness beyond his years. "Your tricks are outdated!"

Samantha didn't understand and was momentarily puzzled, "What?"

Noah said coldly, "Give up on that idea! My dad will never like a woman like you who doesn't respect herself."

After saying that, he ran away without looking back.

In the blink of an eye, the boy was gone at the corner of the corridor.

"Hmph..."

She couldn't help but laugh.

Unexpectedly, her son not only sneaked out but also scolded her for not respecting herself.

The little rascal, feeling mischievous again?

But upon second thought, something seemed off. Her son was known for being mischievous and troublesome. Usually, when he saw her, he would immediately jump into her arms, slobbering all over her face.

But today, he was all serious and mature, as if he had completely changed.

Samantha took a quick step and caught up with Noah, pulling him up into her arms.

"What are you doing? Quickly put me down." Noah's tiny eyebrows were tightly knitted together, his face full of vigilance.

Seeing his somewhat old-fashioned appearance, Samantha not only wasn't angry but also excitedly planted a kiss on his face. "You little brat, I love your look, so cute..."

"You...!"

Feeling inexplicably taken advantage of, Noah was about to explode in anger. Just as he was about to erupt, Samantha pressed him into her embrace. "I've finished my business. I'll go in, say hello to them, and then we'll go home together."

Noah, feeling embarrassed, blushed deeply.

As he was about to resist, suddenly, a faint fragrance filled his nostrils. He was slightly stunned, greedily taking another breath.

This scent was so familiar, so warm.

It gave him an inexplicable sense of peace and security, smoothing out his irritable emotions. He even greedily wanted to stay in her arms.

He didn't feel this way even when facing his biological mother, Suzy.

Samantha didn't notice his unusual reaction and carried him into the private room.

The people in the room, seeing her with an extra person, cast curious glances at her.

Samantha explained with a smile, "This is my son, Alexander, nicknamed Alex."

She had given birth to twins.

Her son died at birth, leaving only her and her daughter--Charlotte. By chance, she encountered the infant Alexander. For some reason, at the first sight of him, she was reminded of her deceased son, feeling a strange closeness. So, even though she was already overwhelmed at that time, she still adopted him without hesitation.

Then, she left the capital with her two children, and four years had passed.

During these four years, they relied on each other. She treated Alexander as her biological son, and Alexander believed he and Charlotte were twins, unaware of his true identity.

Listening to her introduction, everyone stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

They couldn't believe that the twenty-something Lila had a son this big.

Ignoring their curious looks, Samantha turned to Wendy. "I need to personally meet Ellena Steele to provide a specific plan. Arrange a time for me."

Her words made Noah raise an eyebrow slightly. Why did she want to meet his aunt? What was the point?

Wendy, understanding Samantha's usual style, nodded in agreement.

After finishing the conversation, Samantha, concerned about her daughter at home, exchanged a few more pleasantries before leaving.

Having had a bit too much to drink today, Samantha arranged for a designated driver.

Leaning back in the chair, she massaged her slightly throbbing temples, and like any other mother, she rambled on.

"Alex, I forgive you today. Don't run around randomly in the future. You're only four years old, and it's dangerous outside. What if you encounter a bad person? I have worked so hard to raise you this big. If something happens to you, I..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Noah's deep voice interrupted her, "Why do you want to see Ellena Steele?"

Samantha, not suspecting anything, casually replied, "Ellena's wedding is in half a year. I am planning to design wedding jewelry for her. If I don't meet her in person, how can I understand her requirements?"

Noah understood, his sharp eyes fixed on Samantha's face, full of doubt.

Who was this woman?

Why did she mistake him for her son?

How could a biological mother mistake her own son?

Unless they looked extremely alike, so much so that even the closest people couldn't distinguish them.

Feeling his intense gaze and the powerful aura emanating from him, Samantha furrowed her brow in confusion. Something flashed through her mind, but the aftereffects of the alcohol were too strong. Her head felt a bit dizzy, and she couldn't capture any useful information before it disappeared.

Half an hour later, they arrived at their destination.

Samantha held the small hand of Noah, walking through the small paths paved with cobblestones in the residential area.

Noah, afraid of going further, stood still, making a desperate expression, "I need to pee."

Samantha said, "Hold on, we're almost home."

Noah's little face wrinkled up, looking very uncomfortable, "No, I can't hold it."

Helpless, Samantha pointed to a restroom behind a fake mountain not far away, "There's a restroom behind the fake mountain. Go there by yourself, I'll wait here for you."

Noah nodded and ran behind the fake mountain.

Samantha waited in place for him.

One minute.

Two minutes.

...

Five minutes passed.

Noah still hadn't come out.

Samantha, fearing something happened, softly called, "Alexander?"

No response from behind the fake mountain.

Anxiety surged through her. Just as she was about to go look for him, a familiar voice came from behind, "Mommy..."

***

The next moment, a familiar figure rushed toward her, jumped into her arms, and kissed her face, "Mommy, you're finally back. I missed you so much."

Samantha, a bit angry, patted his bottom, "You naughty boy, after peeing, didn't you know to come back the same way? You scared me!"

After speaking, she realized something was off, puzzled, "Weren't you wearing white casual clothes just now? How did you suddenly change into white sportswear?"

Alexander thought she had drunk too much, rolled his eyes, and said, "I've been wearing this outfit all along. You must be drunk. I and Charlotte made a lemonade for you upstairs. Hurry and drink some!"

Samantha: "..."

Really?

Did she drink too much and see things wrong?

Samantha shook her head vigorously, not thinking too much, and carried Alexander into the front apartment.

Once they entered the apartment, Noah walked out from behind the fake mountain with a serious expression. His deep ink-black eyes stared without blinking in the direction Samantha disappeared, his cherry-red lips tightly pursed into a line.

There was actually a little boy who looked exactly like him.

According to biology, aside from identical twins, two different individuals could not look exactly the same.

But his biological mother and father had never mentioned having a twin brother.

What on earth was going on?

While Noah was lost in thought, his phone in his pocket suddenly rang.

He took out his phone and, upon seeing the caller ID, his usually serious face couldn't hold up. It started to crack, and his lips even trembled a bit as he spoke, "Dad..."

...

Twenty minutes later.

Several sleek black Bentleys surrounded a roaring Maybach, smoothly coming to a stop at the side of the road.

A dozen black-clad bodyguards emerged from the cars.

The door of the Maybach was pushed open, and a handsome man in a black suit stepped out, exuding an icy aura colder than midwinter as he walked towards Noah standing by the roadside.

The man had a sharply defined handsome face, perfect to the point of being impeccable.

Against the light, he seemed like a deity descended from the heavens, shrouded in the majesty of a superior being.

Exquisite cufflinks, delicate wristwatch-every detail spoke of this man's significant background.

Noah stood obediently, hands folded on his abdomen, and muttered, "Father..."

Ethan's gaze was cold and indifferent as he looked at Noah. There was no expression on his face. "Why did you come here alone? You have one minute to explain."

Noah lowered his head, biting his lip, remaining silent.

Seeing him not speaking, Ethan impatiently urged, "Speak."

"Sorry!"

The response to Ethan was a brief word apology without any additional information.

Ethan's thin lips pressed into a tight line. Watching Noah's submissive demeanor, he suddenly felt a twinge of reluctance. Suppressing the surging anger, he instructed his subordinates, "Take the young master home. Reflect on your actions. Without my orders, you are not allowed to step out of the house."

"Yes!"

His assistant, Jade, quickly took action, wasting no time in escorting Noah into the leading Bentley, swiftly driving away.

The remaining bodyguards accompanied Noah.

Watching the departing Bentley, Ethan's anger remained unabated. His face turned ashen as he adjusted his tie, ready to get into his car and leave, when suddenly, his legs were grabbed.

He lowered his head to look.

It was an unexpectedly cute three or four-year-old girl.

The little girl was exceptionally adorable, with rosy cheeks and round, big eyes. She had two small buns on her head, and a pink hairband danced on top like two fluttering butterflies.

The little girl tilted her small head, blinking her watery big eyes excitedly, "Daddy, you're finally back! Why did it take you so long? Charlotte missed you so much."

Ethan, known for his limited patience, never wasted time and energy on unimportant people and matters. However, looking at the little girl's rosy cheeks in front of him, he surprisingly found some patience he rarely possessed and didn't immediately leave. "You've mistaken someone else for me."

Charlotte shook her little head like a tambourine, "No, Charlotte doesn't make mistakes. You and brother look so alike; you must be my daddy. Daddy hug, I want Daddy to hug..."

As she spoke, she used her chubby little hands to pull at Ethan's pants, kicking her short legs incessantly, attempting to climb up. However, due to her small stature and short legs, she couldn't manage to climb up, leaving her hanging on Ethan.

"..."

Ethan's handsome face darkened slightly, and his temple throbbed visibly.

He was never good at dealing with children.

It was precisely because of this that his son had grown into the person he was now--silent, mature beyond his years.

Facing the entanglement of the little girl, he had no idea how to handle it.

Just as he felt helpless, not knowing what to do, he heard a low growl not far ahead.

"Charlotte..."

He followed the sound.

He saw a woman in exquisite casual wear angrily walking towards them.

The woman had a slender figure, perfect features, and wore a dark gray thin-knit sweater that showcased her well-defined curves, with long and straight legs hidden beneath tight jeans.

As the woman approached, a faint fragrance spread in the air.

He was startled, his elongated eyes narrowing slightly.

This scent was so familiar.

Exactly the same as the fragrance on Suzy's body five years ago that night.

Strangely, when Suzy appeared before him again with their son, he couldn't summon the slightest interest in her. Yet today, a sense of familiarity returned in the presence of a strange woman.

Samantha's face turned grim. She picked up Charlotte by the collar and placed her aside, too occupied to reprimand her. She hurriedly apologized to Ethan, "Sir, I'm sorry, I..."

As she got a clear look at the man's face, her eyes widened in disbelief, "Sir, you look so familiar, like someone I..."

This man resembled Alexander.

The similarity in facial features and contours was as high as ninety-nine percent.

Could he be the biological father who abandoned Alexander?

Her direct gaze made Ethan uncomfortable. He frowned displeasedly and sneered, "Are you trying to say that I look a lot like your ex-boyfriend?"

Without hesitation, Samantha blurted out, "Of course not! You look exactly like my son, almost identical..."

***