The Twin's Secret: A Billionaire's Tempting Proposal

Daphne's POV The aroma of fresh dough and yeast clung to my skin like secondhand smoke. My back ached from standing at the mixer since dawn, and the sweat beneath my hairnet itched like hell.I reached for the next tray, the dough warm under my fingers, when my phone vibrated for the third time in the pocket of my apron.I never picked calls during work hours but this particular caller was persistent.I wiped my hands hastily on my apron as I picked up the phone.I answered the call, breath caught in my throat.“Miss Daphne?” a man’s voice asked.“Yes?”“This is Dr. Raymond from Greystone County Hospital. Your mother—Mrs. Agnes—was brought in an hour ago. She collapsed in her garden. Her condition is critical.”I gripped the wall, my mind spiraling, “I'm coming right away”The bread factory where I worked, buzzed with clanks and chatter, but to me, it was background noiseI rushed back into the factory to grab my things. I had to see my mother. Let them fire me—none of it mattered no

Oliver's POV I woke up with a headache, the kind that drilled into my temples like a sledgehammer. My mouth tasted of stale whiskey, the room spinning in a hazy blur as I opened my eyes. I hadn’t meant to drink that much—hadn’t meant to do anything that night, really. The previous evening was a blur of frustration and longing, moments of blurred faces and voices. And then, her—whoever she was. Her scent lingered in the sheets, sweet and comforting.I looked over at the empty side of the bed.Had she left already?I sat up slowly, groaning as my muscles protested. My eyes drifted to the money I had kept on the nightstand which was no longer there. Obviously, she took all of it. I had no intentions of giving her all, but nevertheless…I had a quick bath, changed my clothes and checked out of the hotel room. I had only one place in mind to go to this morning; the hospital where my wife, Daisy lay.*****I sat in the sterile hospital room, my gaze fixed on Daisy. The steady beep of the

Daphne's POV Oliver took the contract and filed it in a drawer, then looked at me with those unreadable eyes. "You're coming home with me tonight. We have a party to attend.""A party?" I blinked."Celebrating your 'return from Australia.' It is assumed that you just returned today. Don't worry, the story is airtight. Just smile. And follow my lead."Before I could protest, he was already dialing a number. Moments later, we were on the road.The spa looked like something out of a luxury magazine. White marble walls, trickling water fountains, and women in crisp uniforms greeted me with soft smiles. I was ushered into a private suite where a team began to work on me like I was a statue being polished for display.My clothes were stripped off gently, and I was lowered into a warm bath infused with rose petals, essential oils, and milk. Soft hands scrubbed away dead skin, old memories, and the woman I used to be. I closed my eyes, letting the steam and oils cloud my thoughts. It was sur

Daphne's POV I woke up three hours later, feeling more refreshed than ever. Zero headaches, nausea or whatever. Now, I'm finally ready to start my day.My environment was still so new to me and of course it'd take some time before I get used to this whole thing.Not knowing what to do next, I trudged out of the room into the hallway. The whole house was quiet, almost as if no one was around.I walked straight to the kitchen to get a cup of coffee but was met by an elderly woman. Not too young or too old, probably in her late thirties.“Good morning.” I said awkwardly The woman's face lit up with smiles which quickly faded as she bowed to greet me too.“Good afternoon Ma'am. You're finally awake. You shouldn't be here. Let me help you get back to your room.” She said, trying to nudge me out of the kitchen.“No hold on. It's fine. I just need to get a cup of coffee.” I said, still trying to make my way into the kitchen.“The master would be upset if he finds out about this. I'll bring

Daphne's POV I sat stiffly in the oversized armchair across from Oliver, legs tucked awkwardly under me, my fingers gripping the edge of the velvet cushion like it could somehow save me from what was coming. His study was all dark wood, expensive leather, and the faint smell of some kind of woodsy cologne that felt way too grown-up for me. I felt like a toddler about to get scolded for sneaking cookies.Oliver, of course, looked entirely in his element, clean-cut, and terrifyingly calm. He folded his hands on the desk and gave me a look that screamed "business.""Now that you're more...settled," he began, his voice smooth and slow, "we need to go over the rules. There are things you need to know if this arrangement is going to work."My stomach twisted. I swallowed. "Okay, bring it on.”"First things first: Basic Identity Rules: you are Daisy now; Never Daphne. You will respond to Daisy. In public, in private. There are no exceptions."I blinked. "Right. Daisy. Got it. I guess I'll