She Hid His Triplets-Now He Wants Them Back!

The room was filled with heat - not just from their bodies, but from everything left unsaid for far too long.

Paul gripped her hips like a man on the edge, his movements urgent, rough, and unrelenting. There was nothing gentle about the way he claimed her, driven by years of bitterness and a desire he never truly buried.

"You missed this," he growled, his breath hot against her ear. "Don't lie to me, Hannah."

Her hands clutched his shoulders, nails dragging down his back as she gasped. "Don't stop," she whispered, her voice trembling with need. "Please... don't stop."

His eyes bore into hers - stormy, burning, wild - like she was the only thing keeping him from falling apart.

"Say it again," he demanded, each word heavy with emotion.

"Harder," she pleaded, her body arching toward him, desperate and breathless. "Paul... I need more."

He moved with renewed intensity, as if punishing her and pleading with her all at once, each motion a mix of fury and longing. The bed groaned beneath them, silk sheets tangled beneath their tangled limbs.

Morning.

The room was silent now.

A soft headache throbbed in Hannah's temples as her eyes fluttered open.

She blinked at the slanted sunlight pouring through the curtains, her body sore, her lips swollen. The air still smelled like sweat and heat and Paul.

Her hand brushed across warm skin - his bare chest.

Her heart stopped.

Paul.

He lay asleep beside her, lashes resting against flushed cheeks, a faint mark from her teeth still visible on his neck.

"What the hell is going on?" Hannah's voice caught in her throat, her chest tightening with shock and panic. Why was she in bed with her ex-husband?

No. She refused to believe it.

Had her other self taken over? The alter ego she had buried for years?

"No..." she whispered, sitting up slowly, pulse thundering in her ears as her eyes scanned the room. Clothes were scattered across the floor - her panties dangling from the lamp, her bra hooked on the doorknob.

"No, no, no."

She scrambled to her feet, clutching the sheet to her chest as she backed away from the bed like it might bite her.

She had slept with Paul.

No - her alter ego had.

And now... he'd never let her go.

If he found out what happened last night - what she did to him - everything would spiral.

He'd never believe it wasn't her. He'd use it. Twist it. Make her feel small again.

Her eyes landed on the notepad by the bed.

With shaking fingers, she snatched the pen and scribbled:

[Whatever last night was - Forget it happened. If you dare take it out on my family, I'll leak your nudes!]

She dropped the pen, grabbed her purse, and ran.

By the time Paul stirred, the heat of her body was gone.

But her scent lingered.

So did the scratches on his back.

His gaze swept across the disheveled sheets, and then-his eyes landed on the note.

He picked it up, unfolding it with slow, deliberate movements.

The moment he read the words, his face darkened with fury.

...

Six Years Later, City A International Airport.

Hannah let out a tired sigh and rubbed her temples as she waited for her luggage. She'd originally planned to stick around for the whole summer camp as a mentor-after all, she was finally a successful children's author. But then her grandfather had fallen ill out of nowhere, and she'd had to cut the trip short.

Bringing Shawn along had seemed like a good idea at the time-he'd begged to come with her, and she hadn't had the heart to say no. But now, after a long flight and barely any rest, all she wanted was to get home and crawl into bed.

Sloane had stayed back abroad with Josie, which made things a little less complicated. Still, wrangling one hyper five-year-old on her own was no small task. She turned to check on Shawn, ready to tell him (again) to stay close-only to find the spot beside her completely empty.

Her heart stopped.

"Shawn?" she called, her voice sharp with panic.

Frantically, she spun around, scanning the crowded terminal. Just moments ago, he had been right beside her, waiting for their luggage. How could he have disappeared so quickly?

A cold sweat broke out on her forehead. Shawn was only five. He couldn't have wandered off far... could he?

Biting back her rising fear, Hannah forced herself to think rationally. He had always been an energetic child, full of curiosity. Maybe he had spotted something interesting and wandered a few steps away.

But what if-

No. She couldn't let herself think of the worst-case scenario.

Meanwhile, in the VIP lounge...

A five-year-old boy, Sean Green, the young master of the Green family, sat quietly with a pair of sunglasses perched on his small nose. Tall, imposing bodyguards flanked him as he sipped a juice box, seemingly unbothered by the busy airport around him.

"Young Master, the car is here."

"Did my dad come to pick me up?" Sean asked casually.

Seeing the butler hesitate, Sean continued, "Well, I can go home by myself. He's always working anyway. It's not like he cares."

As the heir to the Green family, Sean had been raised with strict discipline. Though he was still young, he carried himself with a maturity far beyond his years.

The butler hurriedly tried to correct the misunderstanding. "No... Mr. Green couldn't pick you up because he's on a blind date arranged by your grandmother," he answered cautiously.

"???"

Sean crossed his arms, his tiny lips pursed in dissatisfaction, his expression darkening. "So, he's on another blind date? Hmph..."

The butler wiped his sweat nervously. It seemed he had misspoken. He quickly tried to change the subject. "Young Master, did you have fun at summer camp? The household staff has already prepared all your favorite dishes at home."

Hearing the butler's respectful tone, Sean's mood soured even further.

That person never showed up.

The reason he had joined the summer camp in the first place was because a mysterious manga artist, H, was supposed to be there. Her comics had become incredibly popular over the years. As the young master of the Green family, he had no reason to attend a summer camp.

But this artist had drawn an illustration of a handsome young boy-one that looked almost identical to him. The picture was filled with warmth, giving him a sense of maternal comfort.

So, he had taken matters into his own hands and signed up for the camp, determined to meet her. Yet, she never showed up. After three days of waiting, he left in frustration. Now, his mood was absolutely terrible.

"I need to use the restroom," Sean suddenly announced, hopping off the chair.

The butler gave a small nod. "Alright, but don't take too long. I'll be waiting here."

***

Sean walked off toward the restroom, but instead of going inside, he slipped past the entrance, stepping into the bustling terminal. He had no intention of getting on that car. If his father didn't care about him, then why should he obediently go home?

Just as he was plotting his next move, a woman's panicked voice rang out nearby.

"Shawn! There you are! Why did you run off?!"

Sean turned his head just as a woman rushed toward him, her face filled with relief and frustration.

"Auntie?" he asked, confused.

Hannah grabbed his small hand tightly, her heart still racing. "Do you have any idea how worried I was?! You can't just disappear like that!"

Sean blinked. Who was this woman?

Then, an idea struck him.

She had mistaken him for someone else. Someone who looked exactly like him.

Well, isn't this a chance?

If he didn't make his stance clear, his father and grandmother would never take his feelings seriously. They would keep trying to find him a stepmother.

Fine! He would show them just how serious he was!

He was going to run away from home!

Instead of correcting Hannah, Sean gave her an innocent smile. "Mommy, I'm sorry! I just wanted to look around. Don't be mad at me, okay?"

Hannah huffed. "Of course, I'm mad! You can't just sneak off on your own like this. But since you're safe, let's go. No more running off, understood?"

Sean's mind raced. This woman thought he was someone else-someone who looked exactly like him.

How interesting.

And more importantly-why did she make his heart feel strangely warm, even though he had never met her before?

As they walked through the terminal, Hannah instinctively adjusted his jacket, fussing over him. "Shawn, I know you were excited about summer camp, but you need to understand-Mommy had to leave because Grandpa is very sick. I'll take you back next time, alright?"

Sean blinked, processing her words. So, this woman was supposed to be at the camp he attended? That explained why he never saw her there.

He hesitated for a moment, then he smiled sweetly. "Okay, Mommy."

And just like that, he left the airport with her, slipping seamlessly into a new life-one that he had no intention of letting go of anytime soon.

Since this lady had a son who looked just like him, wasn't that fate?

Might as well cling to her. He was determined to make his dad and grandma regret their ridiculous plan to give him a stepmother!

Hannah had no suspicions whatsoever as she brought Sean with her to the hotel.

Meanwhile, chaos had erupted in the Green family.

The young master had disappeared, the security cameras had all been disabled by him, and now, the entire household was in complete disarray.

"Miss Robinson, I'm sorry, something urgent came up at home. I'll have to treat you to dinner another time."

Just as Paul was halfway through his meal, his secretary informed him that Sean had run away from home.

Paul had no choice but to apologize. This blind date was only a formality to appease his mother, but who could've guessed that little troublemaker at home would pull a stunt like this?

Lucia Robinson was displeased. She had finally gotten a chance to meet Paul-why did something have to go wrong now?

But the man's expression remained cold and indifferent, so she could only put on an understanding smile.

"Mr. Green, go ahead and take care of it. I'll explain everything to your mother."

Paul gave a slight nod. He hadn't taken Lucia seriously at all and immediately headed to the parking lot, where he questioned his secretary.

After learning that his son had completely fooled the bodyguards, leaving them running around like headless chickens, Paul's expression turned icy.

"A bunch of useless fools! You can't even keep track of a five-year-old? What do I pay you for?"

The subordinates trembled, not daring to speak. Who could blame them? The young master was too smart-he had disabled the security cameras and used a diversion tactic to send them in the wrong direction. They were useless, and they knew it.

"Did that little brat leave behind anything?"

"He left a note for you, sir."

The butler cautiously handed over a piece of paper. Young Master Green had insisted it was meant for Mr. Green and told him to keep it safe.

At the time, the butler didn't understand what he meant, but once the boy disappeared, it became painfully clear-he had run away from home.

Paul unfolded the note, his eyes narrowing as he read the bold, confident handwriting.

[Paul Green, I-Sean Green-am officially telling you this: I will never accept a stepmother. If you dare bring one home, I'm gone. Don't expect me to ever come back. This time, I'm serious. You all treat me like a little kid and think my words don't matter.

I'm telling you-I know exactly what I'm doing. Either you don't get married, or if you do, it has to be with my biological mother. Otherwise, just wait and see.

If you agree to my conditions, I want to see you publicly declare on the news that you will never get married in this lifetime. Once I see that, I'll come home.]

Paul finished reading and let out a cold chuckle.

This little brat-just because he hadn't bothered to explain that the blind date was just for show, the kid had actually pulled a stunt like this? Well, at least he inherited a bit of his father's boldness.

"Take this note to my mother. Let her reflect on her obsession with arranging blind dates for me. As for that little troublemaker, he won't have gotten far. He's too clever to let himself suffer."

The butler nodded. From the looks of it, Mr. Green wasn't too worried anymore.

"But, sir, he's hiding now. What should we do?"

Paul wasn't the least bit concerned about Sean's well-being. He knew his son's personality well-there was no way the boy would let himself struggle. If anything, he'd be the one scheming against others.

Still, this was a good opportunity to scare his mother. At the very least, she wouldn't be pestering him about marriage for the next year.

"Keep searching. That kid won't settle in some random place-he's used to a certain level of comfort. Start with the high-end hotels."

Meanwhile, at the hotel, Sean obediently followed Hannah inside. He kept quiet the entire way, afraid of revealing his identity.

Hannah assumed her son was feeling guilty for acting out. She wanted him to reflect, so after settling into their hotel room, she finally sat him down for a talk.

"Shawn, I know you're smart and have your own thoughts. You weren't happy that I didn't let you come back, so you made your own decision. But do you understand how dangerous that was? If you had run into kidnappers or gotten hurt, how devastated would I be? You are not allowed to make reckless decisions like this again. Do you hear me?"

Sean was momentarily stunned.

Although the woman in front of him was scolding him, her eyes were overflowing with concern.

That... that was what a mother's love felt like.

"Shawn, have you reflected on your actions?"

Seeing him stay silent, Hannah's tone grew firmer. Sean realized she seemed hurt, and he quickly nodded.

"Mommy, I was wrong. I'm sorry. Please don't be upset, okay?"

Seeing him sincerely apologize, Hannah crouched down and hugged him. "As long as you understand. Did I scare you just now?"

Sean instinctively shook his head. His small hands clung tightly to her, relishing the warmth of her embrace.

It felt so comforting-he didn't want to let go.

If only she were really his mommy... He envied the boy who looked just like him.

On the other side, Paul's subordinate rushed up to him excitedly.

"Mr. Green, you were right! We found Sean - he's at a five-star hotel downtown. But he's not alone. He checked in with a woman, and we're working on identifying her now."

***

Paul's jaw tightened. His son had never been close to any woman besides his grandmother. And with his rebellious streak, the idea of him willingly following a woman to a hotel made no sense.

"Show me who she is."

His assistant immediately pulled up the hotel's security feed.

The moment Paul saw the woman holding Sean's hand in the elevator, his expression went dark.

Hannah Young.

Gone without a word for six whole years... and now she just shows up - and tries to take his son?

Back then, she disappeared and left the child behind. She had someone deliver the boy to him with a message: pay a million, or she'd vanish with him forever.

Who does something like that?

And now, after all this time, she thinks she can come back and take him again - like nothing ever happened?

No. He wasn't going to let that happen.

Six years. No messages. No updates. Not even a single phone call.

And now she thought she could just walk back into their lives... and take the child he raised?

His blood boiled.

"Get the car," he snapped. "We're going to the hotel. And forget the investigation-I know exactly who she is."

...

Meanwhile...

After Sean admitted what he did, Hannah had taken him to dinner.

It was late, and she was starving. Sean's stomach had been growling too. Holding hands, the two walked happily into the restaurant.

"What do you want to eat?" she asked, scanning the menu. "Look-they have a bunch of your favorites."

Sean smiled sweetly. "I'll eat whatever you like, Mommy. You order, I'll copy you. Don't worry about me!"

Trying not to laugh, Hannah flicked his nose. "You little bootlicker. Sucking up to me now?"

He giggled. "I just want to make up for earlier."

"I'll get your favorites too," she said with a smile. "Let's both enjoy dinner."

Their table was warm and full of laughter. But after a while, Sean excused himself to use the restroom.

Not long after he left, several large men suddenly closed in on her.

Hannah's expression shifted. "Who are you? What do you want?"

Her voice dropped cold. This is a five-star hotel. They wouldn't dare cause trouble here... right?

Then he walked in.

Paul Green.

He spotted her instantly.

That woman actually came back.

He could've swallowed the humiliation from six years ago. Maybe. But she'd had a child-and just disappeared? Now she thought she could claim him back like nothing happened?

No. Not a chance.

"What do I want?"

The men parted, and Hannah froze at the sound of that voice.

That deep, familiar voice she heard in her nightmares.

And dreams.

Her entire body locked up.

There he was.

After all this time, Paul Green hadn't changed. Still devastatingly handsome. Still cold as ice. Except now... now he carried himself like someone you didn't cross.

Hannah's face turned ghost-white.

Running into Paul the moment she returned? The man she had once betrayed?

Fate was cruel.

Was this about revenge?

Wait-how did he even find her?

Did he recognize Shawn?

God... what if he figured it out?

She panicked, her breath catching in her throat. She wanted to run-but the men blocked every exit. All she could do was watch as Paul approached.

"I... I made a mistake," she stammered. "I'm sorry. Please, just let me leave."

Her palms were slick with sweat.

Paul's gaze was sharp and unflinching.

"You think sorry cuts it?"

"Six years, Hannah," he said coldly. "Did you really think you could just walk back into my son's life like you didn't vanish on him? Like you didn't abandon everything?"

His voice cut deeper than any knife.

"What kind of mother doesn't even show her face for six years? And now you want to steal him from me?"

Her mouth opened, but nothing came out.

"You don't even deserve to look at him," he spat. "I saw the footage. You're not slick. You think I don't know what you're trying to do?"

"Forget it, Hannah. You're done. You'll never see him again. Not today. Not ever."

She stood there in shock.

But his words landed like bullets.

He was going to take her child.

Panic snapped into fury.

"Are you out of your damn mind?" she shouted. "That's my son! You can't just take him from me!"

"I'm warning you, Paul-he means everything to me. If you try to take him away, I'll fight you with everything I have!"

Paul let out a cold laugh. "Now you care? Where was all this love for the past six years? You're disgusting."

Just then, one of his men stepped close and whispered in his ear. "Sir, we found the young master. He's at the front desk."

Paul nodded, then turned back to Hannah.

"I must be out of my mind talking to someone like you." His voice dropped into a deadly calm. "Out of respect for your grandfather, I won't hurt you. But if you ever come near my son again-if you so much as breathe in his direction-I'll make sure the entire Young family goes under. And when your grandfather dies in shame, remember you brought it on him."

He turned to leave. The men seized Hannah.

Her heart dropped.

He was going to take Shawn.

"Paul, you bastard!" she screamed. "Don't you dare take my son! Stop!"

She struggled against the guards, but it was no use.

Paul didn't even turn around.

The moment Paul disappeared from view, the grip on her arms loosened.

His bodyguards released her without a word, then turned and followed him out of the restaurant, their heavy footsteps fading fast.

Hannah stood frozen for a second, her chest heaving, arms aching from the struggle. Her mind screamed at her to chase them.

She staggered forward, heart racing-he's going to take him, he's going to take Shawn-

"Mommy?"

The small, confused voice cut through the chaos like a lifeline.

She spun around.

There he was.

Sean stood just a few feet away, blinking up at her with wide, innocent eyes. His little hand held a half-folded napkin from the bathroom, and he tilted his head. "Where are you going?"

Her heart nearly gave out.

He was still here. Paul hadn't taken him.

Tears rushed to her eyes-not from fear this time, but from overwhelming relief. She rushed over and dropped to her knees, wrapping her arms tightly around him.

"Mommy's here," she whispered, her voice shaking as she kissed the top of his head. "I'm right here."

Sean blinked again, clearly confused. "Are you okay, Mom?"

She pulled back, her voice suddenly lighter, almost too bright. "Yeah, sweetheart. We're going to eat somewhere else, okay?"

He nodded, still holding on to her sleeve. "Okay."

***