Triplets For The Cold-Hearted CEO

"Sarah Ray, you have disgraced this family! You are no longer my daughter!" David Ray stood at the top of the staircase, his face twisted with shame and fury as he glared down at his daughter who sat helplessly on the floor below. Sarah was dumbfounded. She had not expected things to turn out this way. She was the daughter of David Ray, a respected man who had raised her with everything he had after her mother passed. She had never done anything to bring shame to his name. She had been careful, obedient, and good her entire life. But today, Sarah had been found to be two months pregnant, and the father of the child was a complete stranger. Two months ago her stepsister Emma had hosted a birthday party for her. She had woken up the next morning in a hotel room she didn't recognize, beside a man she had never seen before in her life. "Dad, I didn't know! I had no idea how this happened!" Sarah reached out toward him, her voice breaking. But David turned and walked back into the room without looking at her. He did not spare her a single glance. Sarah was completely heartbroken. She had always known that Linda never loved her and had always suspected that Emma resented her. But her father was the one person she had truly believed was on her side, and now he was walking away from her as if she were nothing at all. She sat on the cold floor with tears streaming silently down her face. Before David could disappear completely, Emma stepped forward with a sorrowful expression carefully arranged on her face. "Daddy, please forgive my sister. Yes, she made a terrible mistake by sleeping with a stranger and tarnishing our family name, but surely you can find it in your heart to forgive her, right?" Sarah stared at her. Every word Emma had just spoken was designed to sound like sympathy while making everything worse, and their father was receiving it exactly as Emma intended. David paused. He glanced at Emma with visible approval before turning his cold eyes back to Sarah. "Just look at your sister. Why can't you be more like her? She surpasses you in every way." Something broke open inside Sarah. She had spent her entire life trying to please this man. She had endured years of being treated as less than the stepdaughter he actually preferred, and swallowed every injustice this household had handed her without a single word of complaint. And now he was standing there comparing her to the very person who had destroyed her life. "Dad, how could you say that to me?" Sarah's eyes filled with both tears and anger as she looked up at him. "I have spent my entire life doing nothing but trying to please you. I have never once given you a reason to be ashamed of me. And now you stand there and tell me she surpasses me in every way?" Quick footsteps crossed the room behind her. SLAP. Linda Ray, her stepmother, had crossed the floor in three steps and struck her across the face before Sarah even saw it coming. The sting spread across her cheek instantly. Above them, David still stood at the top of the staircase, watching without a word. Sarah turned slowly to face Linda. This woman had made her life a quiet misery for as long as she could remember, and right now she was standing there with her chin raised like she had every right in the world. "You want to talk about shame?" Sarah's voice came out low and steady, surprising even herself. "You are the reason my mother is dead. You turned me into a servant in my own father's house. You and your daughter have spent years tearing this family apart piece by piece, and now because of you, I am being thrown out of the only home I have ever known." She stepped closer, holding Linda's gaze without flinching. "This house used to be full of happiness. It died the day you walked into it." The color drained from Linda's face. Then the tears came. Slow, deliberate, perfectly timed. Linda turned toward the staircase with trembling shoulders. "David, are you seeing this?" Her voice cracked just enough. "She has never respected me. Every time you leave, this is what I endure. This has always been the case." David's expression darkened. He descended the staircase in heavy, deliberate steps and crossed the room toward Sarah. His hand shot out and closed around her neck before she could move. His grip was iron. Sarah clawed at his hand, gasping, but he did not loosen his hold. "You ungrateful child," he said, his voice dangerously quiet. "Is this how you behave when I am not here?" "Daddy, stop!" Emma rushed forward and grabbed his arm with both hands. "You will actually hurt her! Please, stop!" He released her. Sarah stumbled back, coughing hard. The room was silent for a long moment. Then Emma straightened up, and the concern on her face peeled away like a mask. A slow smile spread across her lips as she looked down at Sarah still catching her breath. "How pitiful you are, Sarah," she said softly. "I finally got you out of this house." Sarah looked up at her from the floor. And then she smiled. Emma's smile faltered. She clearly wasn't expecting this expression from her. She stepped forward and raised her hand to slap her, but Sarah caught her wrist in mid-air and held it firm. She then let go of her hand making Emma stumbled backward as she almost fell David looked like he had been slapped a thousand times. He stared at his daughter as if he didn’t recognize her anymore. Anger flashed across his face before he let out a dismissive sigh, then turned and walked up the stairs, disappearing into his room. At that moment, Sarah realized the father she once knew had completely turned into a stranger. She had no reason to stay here anymore. She turned and walked toward the door. “Sarah.” Emma’s voice cut across the room. “You might want to know who the father of your baby is before you walk out of here.”