The supermommy and her genius triplets

It was way too hot. Like, melt-your-face-off kind of hot. Nora Tylor felt like she was roasting from the inside out, her brain completely fried. If that wasn't bad enough, her whole body was shaking like she'd been thrown into a blender at full speed.

"Oh, come on!" she wanted to yell, but her lips refused to move.

She was trapped. Stuck. And the pain? A crazy mix of fire and ice, one second, it burned through her veins, the next, she was freezing like she'd been dumped in the Arctic. Then, just like that, darkness. The kind where you can't even see your own hand in front of your face.

After what felt like forever, the insane heat finally faded. Weak and exhausted, she fumbled around in the dark, grabbing at her scattered clothes like she was trying to get dressed before the last bus left without her. Deep breath. Straighten up. Act normal.

Then, the moment she stepped out, A voice dripping with sarcasm hit her like a slap.

"Nora, finally done? Wow, three whole hours. Impressive! Guess Mr. Michael Larson still has some energy left, even though he's an older man," Amanda Tylor sneered.

Amanda. Her lovely half-sister. Pretty face a rotten heart. And the one who had tossed her into this nightmare like yesterday's trash.

Two weeks ago, her grandmother was diagnosed with stomach cancer. The hospital bill was so ridiculously high that even selling both kidneys wouldn't cover it. Desperate, Nora had gone to her father for help, only for him to shut the door in her face. The man had stopped caring the day her mom died over ten years ago.

Meanwhile, Michael Larson, some rich businessman from Highway Group, had offered a whopping five million just to spend a night with Amanda. But Amanda, being Amanda, wasn't about to take one for the team. Instead, she tricked Nora into taking her place, using their grandmother's life as a bargaining chip.

With no choice, Nora had given up everything that night. For her grandma. Because if she didn't, who else would?

"I did what you asked," Nora said, her voice flat. "Now, where's my five hundred thousand?"

Amanda raised an eyebrow, a smirk curling on her lips. "Five hundred thousand? Oh, I thought we agreed on fifty thousand. Since when did it magically multiply?"

Nora's hands curled into fists. "You... Amanda, how can you be this shameless?"

Amanda giggled like she was enjoying a private joke. "Relax, I was just teasing. Don't be so serious! You'll get your five hundred thousand, don't worry. Since Mr. Larson paid five million, I'll just keep the rest as a little service fee. After all, you did all the hard work, right?"

Without another word, Amanda waltzed past her and pushed open the bedroom door.

Nora bit her lip hard, her heart burning with rage as she stormed toward the elevator.

Inside the room...

Amanda flicked on the bedside lamp, lazily glancing at the man on the bed, only for her entire body to go stiff.

Wait... what?!

Her brain short-circuited as she stared. That wasn't Michael Larson.

It was him.

The most powerful man in the city.

For a second, all Amanda felt was pure, seething jealousy.

How?! How did that useless girl end up with such a golden opportunity? This should have been me!

Her expression darkened.

Nora, you got lucky this time. But trust me, your luck won't last forever.

Seven and a Half Months Later... A newborn's wail tore through the delivery room.

"The first one is a boy! Don't stop now, there are still two more inside her!" the doctor announced.

Outside, Amanda tapped her foot impatiently. The second the doctor stepped out, cradling a tiny baby boy, her eyes gleamed with satisfaction.

The doctor hesitated, then lowered her voice. "Ms. Amanda, just as you requested, she's given birth to a boy."

Amanda smirked, patting the curve of her own stomach. "Say it again. Who is the mother of this child?"

The doctor hesitated, but the promise of a luxury condominium shut down her conscience real fast.

With a forced smile, she nodded. "Congratulations, Ms. Amanda! You've just given birth to a baby boy."

Amanda laughed, completely pleased with herself.

The doctor fidgeted. "Uh... about the other two babies still inside her... what should we do?"

Amanda's expression turned icy. She reached out and pinched the newborn's soft cheek, her voice dripping with cruelty.

"Get rid of them."

Her lips curled into a wicked grin. " Just spare her but I won't let her keep any kids. I'm generous like that. But all two? Not happening. This little boy is my golden ticket to the top, and I refuse to share my success with that pathetic woman."

With that, she spun on her heel, the click-clack of her stilettos echoing down the hall. "Do it right, and I'll pay you double."

Seven Years Later...

Harrington International Airport was a madhouse. Travelers zipped around, dragging suitcases, making calls, rushing to catch their flights.

Among them, several men in black suits moved like shadows, murmuring into their earpieces.

"Mr. Murphy, no sign of the target at Exit A1."

"Same at A2."

"Nothing at B1."

"No movement at B2 either."

Inside a VIP lounge, a tall man lounged on a sleek black couch, his expression unreadable.

Mason Murphy.

A pair of expensive sunglasses covered half his face, but the sharp lines of his jaw and the cold curve of his lips were enough to make anyone think twice about messing with him. His presence alone was enough to send chills down anyone's spine.

As the final report came in, the air in the room turned ice-cold.

Jacob Brook, his right-hand man, hesitated before speaking. "Sir, is it possible we got the wrong info? That top hacker, Banny, wasn't on the flight to Harrington."

They'd been chasing Banny for months. Just when they thought they had her, she fell into thin air.

Mason's voice was calm but lethal. "Impossible."

His sharp gaze locked onto his laptop screen.

At first, everything had been in place. Then, suddenly chaos.

Which meant only one thing.

He'd been played, A second later, his laptop screen flickered. Then black.

Jacob cleared his throat. "Uh, sir... I think your laptop just got hacked."

Mason turned to him slowly, his expression unreadable. Oh, really? Thanks for the update.

Before he could speak, the door burst open.

A bodyguard rushed in, looking pale. "M-Mr. Murphy... Abner followed you to the airport... but he lost his bodyguards. We can't find him anywhere."

Mason's expression turned deadly. His voice was quiet but sharp as a blade.

"Find. Him. Now."

In a dimly lit hallway on the airport's east side, Nora walked briskly, a backpack slung over one shoulder.

"How's it going? Did you lose the people tracking me?" she whispered.

"Relax, Nora Tylor. One tiny move from me, and his whole system crashed," came the smug reply.

She was about to respond when a strange feeling crept up her spine.

Her steps slowed.

Something was off, Then, in a steady, commanding voice, she called out.

"Who's there? Show yourself."

And then, from the shadows, a weak, trembling voice whispered.....

"Mommy?"

Nora's heart stopped as her breath caught in her throat as she turned.

And laying there, fragile and trembling...

Was a little boy.

That little figure on the ground looked tiny, definitely a child. But they weren't moving at all.

"Nora, hang up now. We'll talk when I get home," she said quickly.

After hanging up the phone, she dashed over to the corner where she had observed the small figure. As she came closer, she realized it was a child, probably six or seven years old.

She hesitated for a bit before gently prodding him with her foot. "Hey, kid, are you still breathing?"

No response.

Well, that was enough effort for the day. She turned around, ready to walk away.

I really need to mind my business next time. What if someone accuses me of kidnapping this kid?

Just as she was about to leave, a weak little voice mumbled behind her.

"Mommy."

She froze on the spot. That voice hit her like a punch to the gut, reminding her of the baby she lost too soon.

Because of that painful past, she had a soft spot for kids around this age.

She let out a sigh. "Alright, kid. Get up. I'm taking you with me."

No reaction.

Nora crouched down and reached out, but the moment her hand touched him, her eyes widened in shock.

He was burning up!

"Geez, kid! You're basically a walking furnace!" She scooped him up and shook her head. "If I hadn't found you, you might've fried your brain by morning."

Without wasting another second, she bolted toward the hospital.

That afternoon, the entire upper-class society of Harrington was thrown into chaos when news broke out that Abner Murphy, the only heir of the mighty Murphy family, had vanished.

Nobody could believe it. Who in their right mind would dare lay a finger on that child?

Abner wasn't just any rich kid. He was the richest rich kid. His disappearance had every elite family on edge, terrified of what Mason Murphy might do next.

Meanwhile, in a hospital room on the fifth floor, Nora stood in front of the TV, watching the breaking news.

She slowly turned her gaze to the little boy lying on the hospital bed.

Then, she rubbed her forehead.

Nora, you just had to get involved, huh? Next time, just keep walking.

Earlier, she had barely escaped from Mason Murphy at the airport. And now? She had just unknowingly saved his son.

Of all the kids in the world, it had to be this one.

That boy was born with a golden spoon, while her own son never even had a chance to live.

Life was seriously unfair.

As she stood there lost in thought, the boy suddenly stirred.

"Mommy..." he mumbled.

Nora looked at him and sighed. "Kid, I really wouldn't call me that if I were you. If anyone hears you, I'm in big trouble. 'Auntie' works just fine."

Abner blinked at her, then gave her an innocent smile. "Mommy," he said again.

Before she could protest, the door suddenly burst open.

A tall, broad-shouldered man strode in, flanked by several men in black suits.

Oh, fantastic.

Not him again.

Six months ago, Nora may or may not have hacked a bank account in Aubrey and hacked three billion dollars. Ever since then, Mason Murphy had been hunting her down like a bloodhound.

And now, they were face-to-face.

"What are the odds?" she muttered under her breath.

Mason stepped forward, his deep voice smooth but commanding. "Are you the one who saved my son?"

If she didn't know better, she might've thought he sounded grateful. But Mason Murphy was as dangerous as they came.

This man was one of the most powerful people in the world. If he wanted to, he could snap his fingers and have the entire city of Harrington at his feet.

Nora shrugged. "Yeah, that was me. No need to thank me. He's fine now, so I'll be going."

She reached for her bag, but before she could take a step, a small hand grabbed her arm.

Abner looked up at her, his big puppy eyes filled with desperation. "Stay with me. Please."

Mason's expression flickered with surprise.

Everyone knew that Abner suffered from severe autism. He barely spoke and never showed attachment to anyone, not even his own father.

And yet, here he was, clinging to Nora like she was the most important person in the world.

Nora smiled at the boy and ruffled his hair. "Your family's here now. They'll take care of you."

But the moment she said that Abner's face crumpled.

"I don't have a mommy!" he cried, tightening his grip on her arm.

Nora blinked in confusion.

Wait a minute. What?

Wasn't Amanda his mother?

Sure, she didn't keep up with every single gossip about rich people, but she did know that Amanda had tricked Mason into getting her pregnant so she could climb her way into the Murphy family.

Thinking about it made her blood boil.

She had her own reasons for despising that woman.

If it weren't for Amanda, Nora's grandmother would still be alive. If it weren't for her, Nora wouldn't have gone into premature labor. If it weren't for her... her son would still be here.

Her heart turned cold at the thought.

With a deep breath, she gently pried Abner's hands off her. "Whether you have a mother or not isn't my problem," she said coolly.

Abner's eyes filled with panic.

He suddenly slid off the hospital bed, scrambled to the floor, and clung to her leg.

Tears rolled down his cheeks as he sobbed.

Nora turned to Mason, who had been silently watching the whole thing. "Well? Are you just going to stand there and let your son call another woman 'Mommy'? What if your wife finds out?"

Before Mason could respond, the door flew open once more, and a tall woman rushed in.

"Abner, sweetheart! Are you okay? Why are you on the floor? Get up, you're sick!"

She ran toward him and shoved Nora aside.

Nora didn't even need to look. She already knew who it was.

Amanda.

Of course. What a small world.

She should've known she'd run into her sooner or later. After all, this was her child, right?

But what happened next left Nora completely stunned.

The sickly little boy who had been lying in bed just moments ago suddenly sprang to his feet and headbutted Amanda straight in the stomach, sending her stumbling backward.

"Go away! I don't want to see you!" Abner snapped.

Amanda gasped. "Abner! I'm your mother! What's gotten into, AH!"

Before she could finish her sentence, Abner bit her arm Hard.

Blood instantly welled up where his teeth sank in.

Amanda let out a shriek of pain.

But as she clutched her arm, her face twisted into something ugly.

Her eyes burned with pure hatred as she glared at Abner.

Ungrateful little brat. You'll pay for this.

"Mason! Abner is out of control!" Amanda shrieked.

Her complaint made Mason's face darken.

Deep down, Mason understood why his son disliked Amanda so much. Abner was a smart kid, and he must have sensed her true feelings toward him just from the way she spoke.

The fact that she called him crazy only proved one thing-she never cared about him.

Six years was enough time for Mason to see her real personality.

If it weren't for Abner, Mason would have kicked her out a long time ago.

"Abner, stop it and go to bed," Mason finally said.

But instead of obeying, Abner turned to him and frowned. "Only if she stays," he said firmly.

However, when Mason and Abner looked around, Nora was already gone.

Did she run away?

Abner glared at his father and huffed, "You're useless. You couldn't even keep an eye on her."

Mason was speechless.

Amanda took this opportunity to pull Abner into her arms, holding him tightly even as he tried to break free. "Abner, that woman is my older sister, your aunt. She got pregnant without getting married, and Granddad kicked her out of the family. You should stay away from her. She's a bad influence."

"You don't have to tell him that," Mason scolded.

Abner scoffed and shot Amanda a look of pure disgust. "You're a terrible person. You finally showed your true colors. I knew from the start that you weren't my real mom. Other moms look at their kids with love, but you? You only look at me with greed. One day, I'll find my real mom and expose you."

Meanwhile, at a fancy apartment in Bradley Condominium, Nora was fuming as she stared at the mess in her living room.

"Asher! Get over here right now!" she yelled.

Woof! "Why is she yelling like that, is she pain that she's single"

A dog ran in from the right room, a pair of underwear stuck on its head. It wagged its tail happily at Nora.

She was not amused. She kicked the dog aside, and it let out a dramatic whimper.

Asher walked in just in time to see the scene unfold. His eyes widened.

"Are you okay, Polly?! I told you not to mess up Nora's house. It's worth millions! You got what you deserved for making it dirty. Oh no, did she really kick you? Your fur is practically falling off!" he said dramatically, kneeling beside the dog.

Polly lay there, whining, as if telling him he was a hypocrite.

Nora saw right through Asher's act. She folded her arms and raised an eyebrow. "You have one hour. If this place isn't spotless when I come back, I'm throwing you out the window."

Asher gasped. "Hey! Is this how you treat your savior? If it weren't for me, that devil from the Murphy family would have caught you. And now you come home and threaten me?"

She smirked. "Have you forgotten the three billion I stole is in your name? If anyone comes after us, they'll go for you first."

Meanwhile, at the Murphy estate, things were not looking good.

Mason sat on the couch, his jaw clenched in frustration.

Across from him, Amanda sat stiffly, nervously watching his expression.

Ever since they got back from the hospital, Abner had been throwing a fit. And Amanda? She was stuck in the middle of the mess.

Every time she looked at Abner, she felt like strangling him.

How could she not? The boy was a constant reminder of Nora.

If she didn't need Abner to stay in Mason's life, she would have gotten rid of him a long time ago.

For years, people had praised her, saying she was so lucky to have Mason's child and live a luxurious life as the wife of the richest man in Hallsbay.

But to Amanda, Abner was nothing but a humiliating stain on her life.

And because of that boy, Mason had never touched her-not even once.

Every time she tried to get close to him, he would push her away.

He even told her that as long as he had a child, he didn't need a woman in his life.

Amanda had spent years suffering in silence, boiling with hatred.

She had raised Nora's son and played the role of his mother, and yet, she had gained nothing.

And now, with Nora back in town, she knew her carefully built life was in danger.

No. She couldn't let that happen.

She had to get rid of Nora, for good.

Crash!

The sound of something shattering upstairs made Mason lose his patience. He stood up abruptly and stormed toward the staircase.

Amanda smirked. Good. Keep going, kid. The more you misbehave, the easier it'll be for me to replace you with my own child.

Upstairs, Mason pushed open the bedroom door-only to have something fly straight at his face.

He raised his arm to block it, but a bowl of oatmeal splattered all over his sleeve.

His face darkened.

The whole room suddenly felt colder.

Taking long, angry strides, he marched up to Abner and grabbed him by the shoulders.

"Abner Murphy! That's enough!" Mason snapped.

The boy looked up at him, his eyes red with frustration. His lips trembled as he stammered, "I... I want her..."

Even though he didn't know Nora's name, he wanted her to stay.

If it weren't for that fake woman downstairs, she wouldn't have run away.

Mason knew exactly who Abner was talking about. But there was no way he was going to give in.

He was firm in his beliefs, a son should respect his mother, even if he didn't like her.

"Amanda is your mother. You have to respect her, whether you want to or not. And stop thinking about other women."

"Hmph! If you don't bring her back, I won't eat!" Abner shouted, crossing his arms.

Mason narrowed his eyes before shoving the boy back onto the bed. "Fine. Then you can stay here and starve."

"I will! I'd rather starve than listen to you!" Abner shot back.

Since when did this little brat get such a sharp tongue?

That night, Asher sat in Nora's study, typing away at his laptop.

He was editing some photos when something dawned on him.

He blinked at the screen in disbelief.

"Well, would you look at that... I actually look a lot like that villain from the Murphy family."

His eyes widened.

Wait a minute... that couldn't be right... could it?