Prologue
The Triplets Who Want Me So Badly
Written by: BlackRavenInk16
Lyndon, Simon, and Creed—triplets who were already set to marry three different women. Despite being brothers, each of them had already built his own empire and no longer needed their parents’ support. But since they were already thirty-five, they eventually agreed to the arranged marriages chosen by their family.
Not because they were in love—but simply for the sake of having a family and an heir to continue their legacy.
They were billionaires—handsome, famous, and feared by everyone. Doing evil or even killing to get what they wanted was nothing new to them. Women were nothing more than toys, and they didn’t care about something as trivial as “love.” To them, love was just an illusion.
But everything changed when their friend Zandro suggested they have some “fun” and buy one woman each—someone they could use for a week. A girl who would do anything they wanted, no strings attached. A living sex doll whose dignity no longer mattered because she had been bought.
They never expected Zandro to take them to an auction where men and women were illegally sold. They were about to leave when, all of a sudden, they saw a young woman on the stage—someone who instantly captured their hearts the moment they laid eyes on her.
An eighteen-year-old girl, completely innocent of the nightmare she was trapped in, crying as she waited for someone to buy her.
In an instant, the three men—who had never once been interested in such things—found themselves competing, throwing money at each other just to own the stranger who had already stolen their hearts. It was the first time they had ever felt anything for a woman. And at that moment, they realized one thing:
They needed to have her—no matter what it took.
Since they were the richest men in the auction, it was only the three of them bidding against each other. No one wanted to lose. Money meant nothing—as long as they could have the woman who made their hearts race just by looking at her innocent, beautiful face.
“Fuck! Are you really not backing down?!” Simon snapped angrily as he stood up.
“I want her! She’s mine, so back off!” Lyndon shouted back.
The people in the auction room began to stare, their eyes fixed on the triplets as they waited for the next outrageous bid.
“If no one is willing to give her up,” Creed said coldly, his face unreadable, “then there’s only one solution—share her.”
A sharp gasp echoed throughout the auction room.
Who would have thought that these handsome, billionaire, powerful men—who could take any woman they wanted with just one look—would be willing to share and spend billions just for a single girl?
The three men turned their gaze toward Maya at the same time, sending chills down her spine. Even behind their masks, their overwhelming presence and dangerous charm were impossible to ignore.
“You belong to us…”
They said in unison, after buying her for the price of one billion.
Will Maya’s life with the three men be beautiful?
Or will she choose to escape from their hands instead?
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CHAPTER 1: A Living in the Street
Written by BlackRavenInk16
“Maya, eat this,” Aguila said as he handed her the pancit and rice he had bought from the market.
He sat beside her on their old pushcart beneath the bridge, the only place where they could take shelter, even just a little. It had rained earlier.
“Thank you, kuya! This tastes so good! Where did you get the money to buy this?” Maya asked with a bright smile.
“Don’t ask. Just eat. I know you haven’t had anything in your stomach all afternoon,” he said gently.
“Let’s share, kuya. You eat too,” she said as she tried to feed him, but he turned his face away.
“Don’t worry about me. You won’t be full if you still give some to me,” he replied.
“But that doesn’t seem right. You might get sick,” she said sadly. Even with her dirty face and messy hair, she was still beautiful.
“I already ate earlier. Don’t feel guilty, okay?” He ruffled her hair and smiled kindly.
“Okay, if you say so. Thank you, kuya!” she said happily and started eating in front of him.
It was just a cheap serving of pancit worth twenty pesos and one rice, but it already made her happy. They hadn’t eaten all day because the little money she had begged for was stolen by cruel men connected to a syndicate in the area.
Maya was eighteen years old, and he was twenty. He didn’t finish high school, and Maya hadn’t even finished elementary school, so finding work was nearly impossible for them. They didn’t even have decent clothes—before they could approach any employer, they were already being chased away.
They should have been in school, but instead, they were on the streets—homeless, drifting from place to place.
It had been four years since they ran away, and not once did their parents try to look for them. He took Maya away from her father, who was dangerous and unfit to protect her.
Maya was only fourteen when he caught their father doing something deeply inappropriate while she was asleep. He reported it to Maya’s mother, but instead of worrying about her daughter, she showed no concern at all. Out of fear that Maya might be harmed again, he decided to take her away.
He wanted to report everything to the authorities back then, but he couldn’t. Maya’s father was a police officer, young and handsome, and no one believed him. People said it was impossible for someone like him to have inappropriate intentions toward a fourteen-year-old girl. He was even accused of lying and rebelling.
In the end, he stopped trying to report it. He didn’t want Maya’s name dragged into rumors or suspicion. Even though nothing worse had happened, people might still assume it did. He didn’t want Maya to be judged or talked about. To him, she was still pure, innocent, and deserving of respect.
They were not related by blood. He was his father’s child with another woman, while Maya was her mother’s child with a foreigner she once met through work. Maya’s mother resented her because the man who fathered her disappeared without giving anything. She had believed he was wealthy, only to find out he wasn’t—and that Maya was the result of it all.
He considered Maya’s mother a cruel woman. She gave birth to Maya, but instead of loving her, she treated her like a servant and constantly hurt her with words, saying she was useless and should never have been born.
In a way, he and Maya shared the same fate. He never met his own mother, and Maya never knew her father. The parents left behind were both failures, so they became each other’s support.
Even if they weren’t related by blood, Maya was his only family. He loved her more than his dangerous father or the mother who never existed in his life. To him, Maya was his entire world. He would do anything to protect her, even if he couldn’t properly take care of himself.
“I’m going to sleep now. Good night, kuya,” Maya said with a smile and kissed his cheek. His heart suddenly skipped a beat, especially when she leaned against his shoulder to sleep.
They couldn’t sleep properly on the cart—it was too cramped.
He held his breath, waiting for Maya to fall asleep. After a while, he gently laid her down on his lap and watched her sleep.
Maya looked so innocent. Like an angel. Her beauty was uncommon, which wasn’t surprising—her mother had been beautiful too. He also knew that Maya’s father had foreign blood, making her features even more striking.
She had a small, pointed nose, long eyelashes, double eyelids, and eyes that sparkled whenever she smiled. He swallowed hard as his gaze lingered on her slightly parted lips.
He quickly looked away, forcing himself to stop. He had crossed a line once before, and the guilt had kept him awake for nights. He swore never to repeat that mistake.
He knew his feelings for Maya went beyond that of a brother, but he kept them buried. To him—and for her—they were family. He didn’t take her away from a dangerous man just to become one himself. He would protect her, even from his own inner struggles.
“Kuya… please don’t leave me,” Maya murmured in her sleep.
He smiled softly, realizing she was dreaming of him. Even though their age gap was small, Maya treated him with deep respect, always addressing him properly. It was something he taught her. After all, he was the one who practically raised her.
They had been nearly taken by different agencies when they were younger, but for four years, they always ran away. He constantly reminded Maya to flee whenever she saw police officers, social workers, or nuns. Being separated was a risk they could never take.
Life on the streets was hard. They were always hungry, dirty, cold, and bitten by mosquitoes at night. But they preferred this life over being separated.
He did everything he could so they could eat. He sold things on the street, worked as a porter in the market, and called out passengers for jeepneys. Still, it was never enough. When Maya got sick and needed money, he sometimes made desperate choices.
The streets were full of cruel people—syndicates who took even the little money the homeless earned.
His stomach suddenly growled from hunger. He drank water from his bag to ease it. He had told Maya he already ate, but that was a lie.
The hundred pesos he earned earlier had been stolen by street thugs connected to a syndicate.
So he did what he had to do. He took a risk, just so Maya wouldn’t go hungry.
The pancit he bought earlier came from that money. He was unlucky—the person he took it from barely had anything. Just enough for one serving. But what mattered was that Maya had eaten that night.
He closed his eyes and tried to sleep. He prayed that one day, he and Maya would escape this life. That somehow, they would return to school and find decent jobs.
It felt impossible—but he believed in God. They wouldn’t be abandoned.
As long as they were together, they would survive.
