The CEO's Regret: Mommy's Return With Secret Triplets

The sound of rain always made Zara's chest tight. Even now, standing in the climate-controlled luxury of a private airport lounge, the sight of water hitting the glass pulled her back to that night.

Five years ago.The night her heart was ripped out of her chest.

"Get out, Zara. Take your lies and get out of my sight before I call the police."

Lucian's voice echoed in her mind. It had been as cold as the marble floors of his mansion. He hadn't looked at her. He hadn't listened when she begged, when she swore on her life she hadn't stolen his family's heirloom.

He just turned his back, leaving her to be thrown out into the freezing storm by his security guards.

She had stood in the mud outside the massive iron gates, shivering, bleeding from a scrape on her knee, holding her flat stomach.

He didn't know.He hadn't given her the chance to tell him that she was carrying his child.

She took a deep breath, forcing the memory back into the dark box where it belonged.

"Mommy? You're squeezing my hand too tight."

Zara blinked, the luxurious airport lounge coming back into focus. She looked down. Standing beside her, wearing a tiny, perfectly tailored beige suit, was Leo.

He was four years old, but his dark, piercing eyes were far too serious for a child. They were Lucian's eyes. Exact copies. It still made her breath hitch sometimes.

"Sorry, my love," Zara whispered, kneeling down to smooth his collar. "Mommy was just thinking."

"You were thinking about the bad man again," a small voice piped up from behind.

Zara turned to see her daughter, Mia, climbing off a plush leather sofa. Mia had inherited Zara's soft features but had a fiery temper that could scare grown adults.

Trailing right behind Mia was Liam, the quietest of the triplets, clutching a tablet that he had probably just used to hack into the airport's Wi-Fi.

Triplets.The doctors had been shocked. Zara had been terrified.

But now, looking at the three of them, a fierce, burning heat replaced the cold memories in her chest. They were her life. Her armor. And nobody was ever going to hurt them.

"We don't talk about the bad man," Zara said softly, gathering all three of them into a tight hug. She breathed in the smell of baby shampoo and warm cotton.

"We are here for a new start. We are going to build our own empire."

She stood up, her emerald green dress flowing around her legs. She was no longer the naive, desperate maid who cried outside Lucian's gates.

She was Zara Vance.

In the last five years, she had built a multi-million dollar fashion and design brand from scratch in Europe. She was ruthless, untouchable, and wealthy beyond what she ever thought possible.

A woman in a sharp grey suit walked up to them, holding a tablet. It was her assistant, Chloe.

"Ms. Vance, the car is ready. And I have