Chapter 172 - Bullied Mate Of The Alpha Triplets

Priscilla's POV

"Trevor, his name is Trevor."

And so I had my baby boy. He looked exactly like his father and reminded me of Tristen in every way. He has his eyes and hair. It was like he was Tristen's replica, and it made me want to tear up. If only Tristen could see his son and how much he looked like him.

Shiloh was like the mother figure I needed in my life. She was there for me through the tough times and was as encouraging and supportive as ever. Even during my pregnancy, when my hormones and emotions were all over the place, she never complained.

She helped me raise Trevor. We were living together as a happy family, and six months after giving birth to Trevor and living off her, I decided it was time for me to get a job.

Shiloh was an elderly woman, and having her work and provide food for Trevor, her, and myself didn't sound so good. I couldn't have an old woman catering and feeding me when I was young and capable of working myself.

I went Job hunting and found a job as a waitress in a big restaurant nearby. The pay was mouth-watering, and I immediately jumped on the offer. Shiloh offered to watch after Trevor as I couldn't afford to pay for a babysitter while I worked.

The years passed by, and it was one of the most peaceful and happy ones I'd had in a while. Being a mother changed me for the better. I started seeing life from a different perspective, and every moment with Trevor was everything.

I cried when he took his first step, I cried when he uttered his first word, "mama," and I cried on his first birthday, which we celebrated at the restaurant I worked out. My boss was a baby lover as she wasn't capable of giving birth herself and absolutely adored Trevor. She threw his first party, which I was so grateful for. My baby was growing so fast, and soon he turned three.

A few weeks after his third birthday, disaster struck; Shiloh was diagnosed with cancer and hospitalized. I broke down; the doctor said her cancer had reached the third stage, and Shiloh herself was aware of her condition all this while.

I couldn't stop crying. Shiloh knew she had only a few more years to live; she didn't want me to be sad and chose to keep it a secret. I kept crying and asking why she didn't tell me we would have gotten medications for her.

She apologized and said she didn't want me to be worried for her. After all, I had my hands full with Trevor. After a few more days in the hospital, Shiloh passed away.

It was one of the worst days of my life. I was crying and trying to handle a crying baby as well. I was left all alone in an empty house.

I buried Shiloh in the cemetery she begged me to bury her in and had a little burial ceremony with just me, Trevor, my boss from work who was close to Shiloh, and two other of her friends.

I was depressed and quit work. My boss told me I was welcome back anytime. I stayed at home for days, mourning her death. Till the day a man knocked on my door; he was a lawyer with Shiloh's will.

To my surprise, she willed 80% of her property, which included her house and the money she'd been saving for cancer treatment over the years, and the remaining 20% to be donated to a nearby orphanage she visited regularly.

I bawled my eyes out after I learned she had given her cancer treatment money to Trevor and me. No amount of words could console me and make me feel better. I had to pack it all together because of Trevor; I didn't want him to see his mommy break down.

Because of the generous amount Shiloh left behind for Trevor and me, we could leave a whole year without having me work comfortably. A year after her death, I decided it was time for me to get up and back on my feet.

I returned to the restaurant, but unfortunately, they weren't hiring but because of my close relationship with my boss. She helped me talk to a friend of hers who was a manager at a hotel, and I secured a job there.

I had Trevor go to kindergarten; he was smarter than most kids his age already and knew what and what not to do.

I would drop off Trevor in the morning and head up to work. My shift was until mid-afternoon, and by then, Trevor was done. It was perfect and very convenient for me.

The pay at the hotel was also significantly higher than what I was being paid at the restaurant I worked in a year ago.

Life was going great, and it's been four and half years since I left the pack.

It was a windy afternoon, and I was on my shift when the manager called for an emergency meeting with staff in my line of work. We reported immediately to his office, and Mr Hanswell, the tall, bald, strict manager of the very famous Five Star hotel I worked in, stared at the 10 of us.

"We have a very important guest in our hotel, and he will be staying here for a while. You ten will serve him, and the job will be rotated equally among you. I called this meeting specially to warn you to be careful around him. One good word from him will make our business flourish, and one Bad review from him could ruin the whole thing and leave us all jobless," He said strictly, and we gulped.

"I am warning you all to be on your best behavior. One complaint about you from him, and I will have you fired immediately! You can all leave."

"Yes, sir!" We bowed and turned to leave.

"Except you, Priscilla." He said, and I froze and turned back.

"I need you to go and take his orders for lunch. Write down everything he says exactly the way he says it. I want no mistakes. Go to the VIP presidential suite now," Hanswell ordered, and I nodded and left shakily.

I got my pen and little note and adjusted my uniform before taking the elevator to the presidential suite. I couldn't afford to mess this up. One little mistake would get me fired, and I needed this job. I walked to the vvip section and took a deep breath before ringing the bell.

The bell rang loudly, and I stood there for what felt like an eternity, contemplating whether I should ring again or not.

What if he didn't hear the first time?

What if he did and ringing again annoys him to the point he makes a complaint to the manager?

I stood there contemplating when the door suddenly opened. I panicked and immediately bowed.

"Good day, sir. I'm Priscilla, and I work at the hotel. I'm at your service, and I'm here to take your lunch order," I blurted out nervously, holding my pen to write.

However, I heard a voice that made me raise my head in shock. "Priscilla?"

I froze and looked up to see him staring at me dumbfounded. My eyes widened, and I took a step backward.

"Tristen"