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Mr. Billionaire: You Are The Father Of My Triplets

He was my tutor; he took my first kiss and my first time. Then I found out he was a billionaire and married, so he left and never returned, but he left me with triplets. **  Ava Wood was just an eighteen-year-old girl finding her way through college when she fell in love with her tutor, Yan Earlton, who was ten years older than her. He abandoned her with triplets. A few years later, she moves on and is to wed the billionaire Coyle Watson, but something unexpected happened: she was kidnapped on the aisle by Yan Earlton, the father of her triplets, and he wants her at all costs. Will she ever forgive him for the pain he caused her, and what will be his reaction once he finds out he has triplets? Yan, who has never loved kids, will he accept them? ** “Are you crazy, Ava? How dare you choose to marry another man who isn't me?” The words rolled out of his tongue as I stared at him like he was some lunatic. “Let me go, bastard; I am to marry Coyle.” I tried freeing my hand from his grip, but he didn't let go. “You will marry him?” “Yes, I love him.” “Say that one more time, and I will fuck the hell out of you.” “Listen to me, Ava Wood; you are mine, and I will kill any man who attempts to touch you.” Was he serious? Did he really mean the words he meant? How could he show up after six years and talk to me like it had been six days?

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What Scene Did I Walk In

Ava's POV:

I placed my hand on his chest and pushed him away. "Dont.."

"I am sorry," he apologized. "I just can't hold myself every time I am close to you," he added, and I looked away. Looking at his face just made things hard for me.

"I made you a meal and waited till you were back, so will you keep your end of the deal?" I asked, and he chuckled.

"A meal or no meal, I was never going to let anyone harm you or make you sad, so I have taken care of it," he assured me, and I sighed heavily.

"I need to leave then." I walked downstairs with him behind me. "Hey, the food was thrown away; how do I eat?" he questioned as my gaze moved to the dining.

Fuck Linda, she was so irritating, and she deserved Yan as much as he deserved her.

Luckily, I hadn't dish out all the food from the pot, so I walked to his kitchen and decided to heat it first.

"Don't you enjoy this?" Yan asked, and I raised a brow. "Enjoy what?"

"Being with me"

My eyes blinked. Did I enjoy being with him? This man had hurt me and made me pass through difficult moments alone; he had made me a mistress, and I will never forgive myself for that.

"Why did you get divorced? Was it because of me?" I hope not, because if it was because of me, then I will feel very bad for separating a couple.

He shook his head, walked closer to me, and took my hand. "Will you believe me if I tell you the truth?"

Of course, I wanted him to tell me what happened and why he suddenly left.

"Seven years ago, my dad and I had some issues, so I just wanted to live a normal life and decided to hang out with Mike," he explained, and I nodded. That was true, as he was close friends with Mike.

"Then he told me you were failing classes because you were still hurt about your parents deaths. I chose to tutor you because I wanted to make you feel better," Yan explained, and I made sure not to stare at his face.

"And yes, I was married," he added, and I was broken even when I already knew that, maybe because I expected him to deny it and maybe everything was just a misunderstanding on my end.

I pulled my hand from him. "But believe me, baby, I had no idea you were pregnant."

"Yan..." I called and heaved a sigh. "I like the way you lie without even blinking."

"But i…"

"Mother, mother…" I heard some familiar voices in the sitting room; it were the triplets.

So I hurried to the sitting room and found them there. Lily and Ryan hurried towards me, "Mother, why are you here?" Lily had a pout, then her gaze moved behind me, where she spotted Yan.

"Who brought you kids here?" I couldn't help but ask.

"I did," a hoarse voice echoed from the door; it was Yan's father. I didn't understand anything going on.

"I stopped by your place to meet my heirs but i was told that you werent back and came at Yan's place" he said, more like he was scolding me.

"How could you leave my grandkids alone and come meet this grown man?" he lashed out and Yan walked to him.

"Hey, what do you mean by that? Did you forget you had asked my mom to send me to a boarding school just because i was making her lose her focus on you?" Yan scolded and i couldnt help but chuckle.

"When did i do that?  And your mom didnt even care about you or me"

I noticed Yan clench his fist before he said "Dont talk evil about my mother…"

"Or else what?" his dad scolded and they were both behaving like immatures right now.

"I will…"

"Yan" i chimed in, walked towards him and pointed at the kids.

"Do you want to have dinner with your kids or just argue?" Since the kids were here, it will be good for them to have dinner with him, and I also felt I should tell him about whatever Ryan was going through in school.

Maybe the kid will feel better talking with a dad than a mom.

He sighed and smiled at the kids. "I will freshen up, and we could eat a meal together, okay?"

They nodded before he hurried upstairs. The old man frowned and stared at me. "I don't know how your relationship is with Yan, but I did some research about you, and you are a descent girl, so I approve you for my son," he said, and I raised a brow. That was a nice thing to say, but I didn't need any approval as I was not ending up with his son.

"Where is Fred?" I asked instead; they pointed at the door, and I signaled he come closer.

"Why are you standing there?"

He simply shrugged his shoulders, and I got worried—was he also causing trouble in school just like Ryan?

I dished the food and served the table so we could have a meal, and Yan wasn't yet back, so I turned to the old man.

"Uhm, I will talk to Yan about the kids for a moment," I explained before the old man misunderstood our relationship.

So I hurried upstairs and knocked on his bedroom door, but there was no response.

"Yan," I called. Still no response, so I pushed the bedroom door open and walked in. Earlier,  when I got in, I didn't pay attention to his bedroom. It didn't have a complicated design, curtains, a large king-size bed, and some couches, then a study table and a balcony.

The bathroom door pushed open, and Yan stepped out. He used another towel to wipe his hair while there was a towel wrapped around his waist.

God, what scene did I just walk into? His body was so perfect, with perfectly aligned and shaped abs.