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Main Characters

The Blackwood Family & Associates

Richard Blackwood

• Age: 38

• Occupation: CEO of Blackwood Enterprises

• Personality: Reserved, disciplined, stoic, protective, emotionally guarded.

• Likes: Order, classical music, loyalty, late-night walks.

• Dislikes: Grief reminders, disloyalty, emotional vulnerability in himself, chaos.

Isabella Hart (later Isabella Blackwood)

• Age: 25

• Occupation: Richard’s personal secretary → Wife → Triplets’ mother

• Personality: Warm, compassionate, strong-willed, nurturing, persistent.

• Likes: Children, baking, honest conversations, small joys of life.

• Dislikes: Coldness, arrogance, injustice, giving up on people.

Adrian Blackwood (Triplet – Eldest)

• Age: 3

• Personality: Serious, bossy, leader type, imitates father.

• Likes: Puzzles, rules, building blocks.

• Dislikes: Messiness, sharing, seeing his brothers cry.

Aiden Blackwood (Triplet – Middle)

• Age: 3

• Personality: Mischievous, playful, charming, attention-seeker.

• Likes: Hide-and-seek, pranks, sweets, making others laugh.

• Dislikes: Sitting still, bedtime, being scolded.

Ashton Blackwood (Triplet – Youngest)

• Age: 3

• Personality: Quiet, shy, observant, emotionally sensitive.

• Likes: Drawing, storybooks, soft toys, being close to Isabella.

• Dislikes: Loud noises, crowds, separation from family.

Daniel Cross

• Age: 36

• Occupation: Actor in Richard’s film studio → Triplets’ godfather

• Personality: Fun-loving, charming, protective, mischievous with kids

• Likes: Acting, spoiling the triplets, drives, genuine people

• Dislikes: Strictness, fake people, neglect of children, boring environments

Sophia Hart (Sophie)

• Age: 22

• Occupation: Aspiring singer & actress → Isabella’s younger sister

• Personality: Free-spirited, bold, bubbly, passionate, slightly sassy

• Likes: Singing, music, children, laughter, fashion

• Dislikes: Being underestimated, rejection, silence, lack of freedom

Margaret “Maggie” Hale

• Age: 50

• Occupation: The boys’ nanny

• Personality: Kind, firm, protective, traditional

• Likes: Knitting, baking, traditions, watching the boys’ milestones

• Dislikes: Outsiders entering their lives, recklessness, Richard burying himself in work

Sophia and Isabella’s appartment

It’s a small and cozy appartment

Blackwood’s mansion

Blackwood’s Company

Summary of the story

The CEO’s Secret Triplet is a heartwarming and comedic family romance that weaves together love, laughter, and unexpected bonds. Widower Richard Blackwood, a disciplined and stoic CEO, is raising his three-year-old triplets alone after the tragic loss of his wife. His closest friend, Daniel Cross, a charming actor and the boys’ devoted godfather, brings warmth, humor, and playful mischief to their lives.

When Isabella Hart, a determined and compassionate young woman, comes for a job interview, she stumbles upon the triplets and instantly falls in love with them. As she wins their hearts, she also ignites a quiet flame in Richard, who has long closed himself off to love. Meanwhile, Isabella’s free-spirited younger sister, Sophia, struggles through audition failures until she meets Daniel at his film studio. Their comedic rivalry soon turns into a tender enemies-to-lovers romance, intertwined with the triplets’ antics and care.

Set against a luxurious mansion and a bustling film studio, the story follows two parallel love stories filled with humor, emotional depth, and family warmth. As both couples navigate trust, heartbreak, and devotion, the question remains: Can love truly heal old wounds and create a family that even fate could not foresee?

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The Blackwood mansion was alive with soft chaos. Sunlight streamed through the tall French windows of the dining hall, catching the polished wooden floor in golden streaks. The sound of laughter, clinking cutlery, and tiny feet pattering across the marble echoed through the vast halls.

At the head of the grand oak dining table sat Richard Blackwood, immaculately dressed even for breakfast in a crisp white shirt and tailored trousers. His posture was rigid, his expression unreadable, but there was an unmistakable warmth in his eyes whenever they landed on his sons.

Across from him, the triplets, all three-year-olds with identical chocolate-brown hair and wide, curious eyes, were engaged in a tiny breakfast war—pancakes versus syrup.

“Adrian!” Richard’s deep voice cut through the laughter. “Do not put the syrup on the floor again!”

Adrian, the eldest by mere minutes but eldest in spirit, froze with a guilty frown. He picked up his silver spoon and tried to look repentant.

“I… I thought the floor might need some sweetness too, Father,” he mumbled, eyes wide.

Aiden, the middle and most mischievous, snickered and flicked a small dollop of syrup toward Ashton, who squealed and hid behind Maggie, their nanny. Maggie, a warm woman in her fifties with a perpetual twinkle in her eye, shook her head with mock exasperation.

“You boys are hopeless,” she laughed, scooping Ashton onto her lap. “Now, finish your breakfast before I put all three of you outside!”

Daniel Cross, Richard’s closest friend and the triplets’ godfather, entered through the side door, holding a small tote bag filled with toys, as he always did. His presence was a comforting contrast to the rigid order of Richard’s demeanor.

“Good morning, tiny tyrants,” Daniel greeted, crouching down to eye level with Aiden. “Who’s ready for today’s adventure at Daddy’s office?”

Aiden clapped excitedly. “Me! Me! Can we play hide-and-seek in the conference room?”

“Only if Adrian doesn’t throw syrup this time,” Daniel teased, ruffling his hair.

Richard allowed a small smile, the kind he rarely showed to anyone but those he loved. “Gentlemen,” he said, inclining his head, “you will be on your best behavior today. Remember, we have important people visiting.”

The triplets exchanged a conspiratorial glance, whispering plans of playful mischief under Maggie’s watchful eye.

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Meanwhile, in a small apartment across town, the Hart sisters were starting their morning under a very different sky. Isabella, twenty-five, precise and composed, was neatly tying her hair into a bun, glancing nervously at her reflection in the tiny mirror. Her heart raced—not from vanity, but from anticipation.

“This interview could change everything, Sophie,” she said, tightening her blazer. “I just… I just want to do this right.”

Sophia, her younger sister by three years, sat cross-legged on the bed strumming her guitar. Her messy auburn hair fell around her shoulders as she sang softly, a hopeful tune about chasing dreams. “You’ll do amazing, Bella. You always do. And I’ll get this audition today—I just know it. This studio? They won’t know what hit them.”

Isabella smiled, feeling a surge of sisterly love. Sophia’s confidence was contagious, even if it bordered on chaotic optimism.

“You’ve been auditioning everywhere for months,” Isabella said gently. “Are you sure this one’s any different?”

Sophia gave a playful wink, strumming the final chord with flair. “Because this one has… me. And because my brilliant sister is working there soon.” She leaned over and ruffled Isabella’s hair. “We’re both going to shine, Bella. Just wait and see.”

Isabella laughed lightly, shaking her head at her sister’s optimism. She took a deep breath, grabbing her portfolio and smoothing her blazer one last time. “Okay. I’ll do my best. Today’s the day.”

Sophia’s eyes sparkled with determination. “And I’ll be right there, giving it everything. No more waiting for doors to open—we’re kicking them open ourselves!”

The sisters shared a brief moment of silent understanding—the kind only siblings can have, a quiet promise to support each other no matter the odds. Then Isabella took a final glance at the small apartment, the life she was temporarily leaving behind, and stepped out into the bustling city streets.

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Back at the mansion, the triplets’ breakfast had descended into full-blown chaos. Aiden had somehow launched a piece of pancake into the air, which landed perfectly on Daniel’s shoulder. Daniel froze mid-laugh, then flopped to the floor dramatically.

“Uncle Danny! It’s raining pancakes!” Adrian yelled, trying to maintain his stern persona.

Richard pinched the bridge of his nose, hiding a smile. “Daniel, must you encourage them?”

Daniel grinned up at him, syrup dripping from his shoulder. “I live to serve, Richard. And apparently, to be decorated by breakfast.”

Maggie scolded softly but secretly laughed at the scene, while the triplets cheered in delight. The chaos, though maddening, was filled with warmth and love—a stark contrast to the outside world of polished corporate facades.

Richard watched silently, allowing himself a rare moment of peace. Despite the endless responsibilities, the mansion, the empire, and the weight of loss, mornings like this reminded him why he carried on—for these three little boys and the joy they brought into his life.

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As the morning sunlight glinted off the chandelier, the mansion hummed with life, and across the city, Isabella and Sophia prepared for their own battles of ambition. Unseen threads of fate were already weaving the lives of the Hart sisters and the Blackwood family closer together, setting the stage for encounters, laughter, and unexpected love.

The stage was set. The players were ready. And soon, lives would intertwine in ways none of them could have imagined.

Isabella’s heels clicked nervously against the marble floors as she stepped into Blackwood Enterprises, a building more massive than any she had ever seen. Glass walls reflected sunlight in dazzling patterns, and the lobby was alive with the hum of assistants, actors, and singers bustling to their next appointments.

Her breath caught. “I’ve… never seen a company like this,” she whispered to herself, clutching her portfolio tighter. It wasn’t just a company—it was a world of fame, ambition, and celebrity.

A receptionist greeted her with a polite smile, and then a voice—cold, commanding, and sharp—cut through the hum of the office.

“Miss Hart?”

She looked up to see a tall man standing behind a large desk—Richard Blackwood. His gaze was piercing, assessing, almost surgical in its precision. He wore the kind of crisp suit that demanded obedience, and his presence alone seemed to make the room shrink around her.

“Yes… yes, I’m Isabella Hart, here for the interview,” she stammered, trying to steady her voice.

Richard’s eyes narrowed. “Do you even know what this company does?” he asked bluntly, no smile, no softness in his tone.

“I… I do, sir. I’ve researched extensively,” Isabella replied, trying to sound confident.

He raised an eyebrow. “Extensively, you say? Then tell me—why should I hire someone with no experience in a studio of this magnitude?”

Isabella swallowed her nerves. “Because I am willing to learn, work hard, and dedicate myself fully to this position, sir.”

Richard’s expression softened just slightly—but only for a fraction of a second—before he returned to his stern glare. “We shall see.”

Before he could ask another question, a commotion erupted near the entrance. Daniel Cross appeared, holding a tote bag in one hand, the triplets trailing behind him, each more energetic than the last.

“Good morning, tiny terrors!” Daniel announced cheerfully, dropping the bag of toys onto the floor.

“Uncle Danny!” The triplets squealed, running in every direction. Adrian grabbed a pen and started marking the walls. Aiden opened a drawer and pulled out a stack of scripts, tossing them across the room. Ashton quietly hid under the desk, peeking out with wide eyes.

Isabella’s eyes widened. “Oh my—what is happening here?”

Richard’s jaw tightened. “Daniel! Must you bring them here?”

“They need a change of scenery, Richard! And this is part of their… um, education!” Daniel said with a wink, though it was obvious he thrived on the chaos as much as the kids did.

Isabella ducked a flying pencil, her heart racing. “I… I don’t understand. Who—who are these children?”

Richard’s expression didn’t change, but there was a hint of tension in his jaw. “You’ll… see later.”

While Daniel chased after Aiden, who had crawled onto a low table, Isabella’s curiosity got the better of her. She wandered down the hallway, her heels clicking softly against the polished floor, until she reached a heavy, ornate door tucked into a corner of Richard’s office.

It was slightly ajar, and from inside came tiny giggles and the sound of toys clattering. Her heart skipped a beat.

She leaned closer, peering inside the hidden room. There, amidst a jungle of colorful toys and scattered storybooks, were three identical little boys, laughing, playing, and completely unaware of her presence.

Isabella gasped softly, stepping back. “What… who are they?” she whispered to herself, a mixture of shock, amusement, and instant affection coursing through her.

Richard’s voice echoed from behind, calm but firm. “They are… very important. And you… will get to know them eventually.”

Isabella’s eyes lingered on the three little figures. Something about them—their energy, their laughter, the unmistakable bond between them—tugged at her heart. For the first time that morning, she forgot about the intimidating CEO, the grandeur of the studio, and the fear of making a mistake.

Her curiosity burned hotter than ever. She had to know more about these children.

And with that, she silently promised herself that she would find out who they were.