The Billionaire's Secret Babies (The Radley's 1)EDITING

Chapter 17 - Broken Souls

~~~Lesson in Life~~~

A wise man sat in the audience and cracked a joke.

Everybody laughs like crazy.

After a moment he cracked the same joke again.

This times, less people laughed.

Have cracked the same joke again and again.

When there is no laughter in the crowd, he smiled and said:

"You can't laugh at the same joke again and again, but why do you keep crying over the same thing again and again?"

                                             -Unknown

Stop crying over things! Instead, use that strength to get over things.

- Yani <3

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Bryce P.O.V.

I laid in bed staring at the ceiling while rewinding everything that happened in the past 24 hours in my mind.

My mother is in the hospital!

I need to find out who Vania is!

And I am the father to a set of triplets!

And Tomar has been crying ever since Raelynn handed her back to me!

After Raelynn begged me not to take the children away I didn’t know I had, I just felt like I couldn’t look at her.

The triplets kept complaining that they were hungry so Raelynn told me that we could set up a time and discuss this situation.

So I just let her leave, but not before really looking at each child etching their features into my memory, or should I say my own features. 

The look in her eyes were killing me.

She made me feel like my father.

A self serving, uncaring bastard incapable of love.

I am not my father.

I spent so many years believing that I would grow up to be like him because like they say “like father, like son” or better yet “the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree”. 

Well I can stand and correct whoever invented those.

At least now I can, before, not so much.

I groaned, rolling over and burying my face in the pillow.

Who can really blame her for not telling me?

I mean I am mad at her for keeping me absent from all those years of their lives, but I am more mad at myself for whatever I did to make her see me as a monster.

I need to fix this! But how?

How am I to even feel about three children?

For crying out loud, I’m only 23 years old.

Then imagine how she feels you idiot. 18 years old with three children.

Fuck!

I have a hard enough time trying to be home to spend time with Tomar because of all the corporations I run.

I try to make sure that she see’s me before I leave for work and before she goes to sleep and we have our bonding days on sundays, some saturdays if I don’t have an important meeting or have to travel.  I try to be the best possible father I can to her, even though sometimes it doesn’t feel like its enough.