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Chapter 6 — The Woman on the Phone
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The Billionaire’s Twins Asked Santa for Me Chapter 6 — The Woman on the Phone
{Next Day}"I said no, Mother. That's final."I froze in the hallway with my coffee halfway to my mouth. Dominic's study door was cracked open, just an inch, and his voice carried through the gap like a blade."I don't care what she told you. I don't care what her lawyers are saying." A pause. His tone dropped, quieter but harder. "Being reasonable is what got me into this. I was reasonable when she said she needed space. I was reasonable when she missed their birthday. I am done being reasonable."Silence. Then: "If you call me about this again, I will stop answering."The phone hit the desk. I backed away before the door could open, my heart thudding for reasons I couldn't justify. This was the fifth day of being snowed in. The roads were still buried. The travel ban held. And whatever Dominic Ashford was fighting on the other side of that door, it was getting worse.I needed something to do before I lost my mind.The twins' playroom was the obvious answer. It sat at the end of the
The Billionaire’s Twins Asked Santa for Me Chapter 5 — The Cracks in the Castle
The lights died at eleven forty-two PM on my fourth night in Dominic Ashford's house.No flicker. No warning. One second the hallway sconce outside my room was glowing, and the next, the entire house went black. The heater shuddered, groaned, and fell silent. Within minutes, the cold started creeping back in, reclaiming every room like it had been waiting at the edges all along.I pulled a blanket around my shoulders and opened my door to absolute darkness. Somewhere upstairs, a small voice called out. "Daddy?"Luca. Then Lily, quieter: "It's just the power, stupid.""Both of you, downstairs. Bring your blankets."I followed the sound of shuffling feet to the main living room, where Dominic was already on his knees in front of the stone fireplace, feeding logs into a fire that crackled and spat. His sleeves were rolled to his elbows. His hair was undone from its usual careful order, falling across his forehead.He looked almost human.Luca claimed the spot closest to the fire immediat
The Billionaire’s Twins Asked Santa for Me Chapter 4 — Rules Are Made to Be Broken
Day three, and Dominic Ashford ran his household like a man who believed that if he controlled every variable, nothing could hurt him again.Breakfast at seven thirty. Lunch at noon. Dinner at six. No noise after eight PM. No visitors in his study, ever. The rules weren't posted anywhere, but they didn't need to be. They lived in the air, in the way Mrs. Flores moved through the kitchen on a timer, in the way Luca lowered his voice when his father entered a room.I watched them at breakfast from my designated seat at the far end of the table (close enough to eat, far enough to be invisible, which I was fairly sure was the point). Dominic sat at the head with a tablet propped against the salt shaker, scanning something that made his jaw tight. Luca talked around a mouthful of eggs about a dream he'd had involving a talking penguin. Lily ate in silence, her eyes on her plate."Elbows off the table, Luca."Luca dropped his elbows. Keep talking. The penguin had apparently driven a submari
The Billionaire’s Twins Asked Santa for Me Chapter 3 — The Girl Who Wouldn't Cry
The crying stopped sometime around two in the morning.I know because I was still awake, staring at the ceiling, counting the seconds between sobs the way you count the gap between lightning and thunder. Trying to gauge the distance. Trying to decide if I should get up, go out into the hallway, knock on a door that wasn't mine in a house where I'd been told not to exist.I didn't. And the silence that followed was worse.Morning came gray and violent. The storm hadn't died. It had gotten angrier, hurling snow against the windows in sheets so thick the glass rattled. I pulled on my clothes from yesterday (still damp, still smelling like wet wool and panic) and opened my door to find Dominic standing in the hallway like he'd been waiting."Roads are closed." He said it the way someone announces a terminal diagnosis. Flat. Final. "Sheriff's office issued a county-wide travel ban. No vehicles, no exceptions."I waited for the rest. The part where he offered coffee, or asked how I slept, o
The Billionaire’s Twins Asked Santa for Me Chapter 2 — The Man Who Hated Christmas
He stared at my boot like it was a personal insult.For three full seconds, neither of us moved. The wind screamed behind me, driving snow into the entryway, and I could feel my body shaking so hard my teeth were clicking together in a rhythm I couldn't control. His jaw tightened. Something shifted behind his eyes, not warmth, not concern, but calculation. The math of liability.He stepped back.I pushed through the gap before he could change his mind. The door swung shut and the silence hit almost as hard as the heat. My legs buckled. I caught myself on the wall, fingers so numb I couldn't feel the surface, and stood there dripping onto what was probably a ten-thousand-dollar rug."You have tonight." His voice hadn't changed. Same flat tone. Same clipped delivery, like every word cost him money and he resented the expense. "Guest wing is down the hall, last door on the left. You stay there. You don't wander. You don't touch anything."I looked up at him, still shaking, water running
The Billionaire’s Twins Asked Santa for Me Chapter 1 — The Last Road Out of Nowhere
Tessa’s POVThe car hit the ice and my world tilted sideways.I felt it before I understood it. The back end swinging loose, the steering wheel spinning under my hands like it had disconnected from the road entirely, and then my body slamming against the door as the passenger side crunched into a snowbank hard enough to crack something under the hood.The engine choked. Sputtered. Died.Silence. Just my breathing, ragged and animal, fogging the windshield in short desperate bursts. The headlights flickered once and went dark. The wipers froze mid-sweep, caked in ice, and the storm closed in around the car like a fist.I sat there gripping the wheel with both hands, knuckles bone-white, heart hammering so hard I could feel it in my teeth. The temperature gauge on the dashboard, the last thing still glowing, read negative fourteen degrees.I turned the key. Nothing. Again. The engine didn't even try."No." My voice came out cracked. Barely human. "No, no, no."My phone sat in the cuphol
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