Genius Triplets' Matchmaking Mission: Hiring A CEO Daddy

Sarah's POV

When I saw Luca talking to that man, my heart skipped a beat. But I didn't step in. I didn't say a word, not even when I noticed the man followed my son to the information desk, watched us from a distance, quiet but present.

Let's mention that I recognized him instantly the moment he put on those sunglasses. Alexander Song, the 30-year-old CEO of ISSC—International Song Security Community! Just another big company of the Song Group empire.

A mother knows. A mother always watches. And when it comes to my children, my instincts stay razor sharp. But… I didn't feel any threat from him, on the contrary, I knew he'd make sure my son would find his mother safely. 

Luca was sharp and certainly wise beyond his years. He knew I didn't tolerate them talking to strangers, he knew better than anyone. So if he approached someone on his own, it meant something. I wanted to ask. I wanted to know what that man said to him but we had no time to linger. Not with cameras out and reporters sniffing around like bloodhounds.

Inside the car, Lilly slammed the door and hastily started the engine, glancing anxiously in the rearview mirror.

"Ah, thank God! They didn't recognize me," she muttered. "But who was that guy? All those reporters, he was the one they were chasing."

"Silly auntie, I saw a photographer taking a picture of you." Leo mocked Lilly with his lazy tone.

"At least they didn't swarm around us, pictures are fine. No one gives a damn." She craned her neck, narrowed her eyes, and cocked her head like a bird trying to spot a worm in a puddle. Her tongue even peeked out, caught in pure nosy concentration.

"Lilly, please drive, and no more curse words again!" I groaned. "Why do you care who he is? We have a mountain of bags to unpack, and I need to find us an apartment, tomorrow."

"Fine, fine!" she huffed, slumping back into her seat like a scolded child.

Before Lilly could pull out of the park and head toward her house in the downtown luxury district, I turned to check on the most precious passengers in the world.

"Seatbelts on?" I asked, glancing into the back seat.

"Yes, Mommy!" they chorused.

Luna said it with her usual sparkle, loud, cheerful, like it was a song. Luca gave a firm, crisp reply. No nonsense, always dependable.

And Leo? A slow, flat, "Yeah, Mommy," like he'd used up his words for the day.

I smiled to myself. These three… they were my light at the end of hell.

Six years ago, when my life hit rock bottom, they became the only reason I stood up again. I'd thought about coming back earlier, but fate had other plans.

Just when I was about to return, HQ—the first smart hospital project I was lead designer on—swept me into something bigger than I'd ever imagined. A medical facility where even the beds track patients' vitals! I couldn't walk away from that.

Still, I could already imagine Bella and Fiona choking on their morning tea when they saw me on TV, being interviewed by Best Designers of the Year. Me, the girl they tried to erase, and slander.

Too bad. I was too young for failure… and too talented for them to bury. They couldn't enjoy my mother's legacy in peace as long as I was alive, and visible.

And Bella? She still glittered, but only under the spotlight she stole from me. That one stolen design launched her entire career at Li AG–Architecture Group. The "Shiny Princess" of the family business. A thief, indeed! I swear she could not even draw her designs on paper.

Tsk. How cheap that crown must feel when it doesn't even belong to you.

Let's be honest. Life in X Country wasn't easy for me, but it wasn't bad either. And that was only because of Lilly.

She was far, but her presence never left my side. Her eyes were always on me, her support quiet but constant. What she did for me… I doubted if I could ever repay. She loved my kids like her own. She always said they healed something in her, filled a hollow space in her heart that fame and fortune never could. In them, she found peace, and I was glad.

When I was finally ready to stand again, she helped me make my first move. I sent my design portfolio to a small firm. That first step felt like climbing a mountain.

Technology was evolving at lightning speed, and design standards were changing overnight. In an age where anyone could plug AI into a canvas, true creativity was rare, surely valuable. Companies didn't just want pretty designs. They wanted innovation. Real-world feasibility, safety, sustainability, and the important one climate change. And the final? Beauty that functioned. People didn't want to live in an ugly world full of ugly buildings.

For two years, I poured my soul into that small firm. My life was in chaos. Raising triplets on my own was like juggling knives during a hurricane. But love... love kept me moving. Every time I fell, I rose for them. And then, eventually, after three long years, with Lilly at my side again, I did the impossible. I launched my own brand.

It wasn't glamorous at first. Clients didn't come knocking. I had to earn every ounce of trust, to convince them that I wasn't just another young designer with big dreams and zero delivery. But I was relentless. I lived for this. The passion, pressure, craft.

And one night, it all paid off. I designed a boutique hotel tucked into a quiet coastal cliff, and when the reviews hit, it exploded.

Boom! My first big win.

The hotel I designed went viral thanks to a famous tourist's glowing review.

One post… and suddenly, the local industry was buzzing, everyone wanted to know who the designer was. Reviews poured in from guests who'd stayed there, confirming, praising not just the look of the place, but the comfort, the calm, the warmth they felt. Every little detail they noticed, meant the world to me.

We celebrated that night with cake and music. The kids danced around the living room, and for the first time in years, I let myself breathe. By then, they were older. And with Lilly's help, and the best tutors we could afford, their talents began to bloom. Lilly, being a professional singer, was their idol. During her six-month hiatus from work and worldwide tours, she took them under her wing and trained them herself. One year later, the Moon Triplets were born.

I agreed to let them perform under one condition: their faces had to stay hidden. Fame was one thing. Safety was another.

Lilly ran the entire operation, songwriting, training, and scheduling, until her career swept her away again. That's when we brought in Jackson. I drafted a watertight NDA and stayed involved in every contract. Trust, for me, didn't come easily, not after what I lived through. But Jackson surprised me. He was professional, loyal, and careful with the kids. He was only 23, but he knew how to handle everything.

And now, six years later... we're finally back home.

I glanced at my son behind me. "Luca," I said softly, "why are you so quiet, baby? Have you decided whether you'll play piano at the Dragon's Festival?"

I asked, hoping to shift the mood around my son. But he didn't respond. Luca was completely lost in his thought, his gaze fixed on the window as if the passing city held some secret he hadn't cracked yet.

Before I could repeat myself, Luna leaned over and nudged him, gently enough to pull him out.

"Hey," she whispered, "Mommy's talking to you."

My heart melted a little. They always had each other's backs, especially when one of them was hiding something. But…

What changed Luca's mood! 

Alexander Song! The name came to my mind, dripping with venom.