Lahat ng Kabanata ng Birthing Twins For My Ex's Uncle: Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

Daphne's POV When I had gotten a call from Zane that Lorenzo was at the house, I had driven like I was mad, wading through the sea of humans, I had even broken several and countless rules before making my way down here. Lorenzo was hot headed, but so was my father and I didn't want any bloodshed, at least not before I got married to whomever he thought was the man he wanted me to get married to. I had no idea who he was, had tried finding it out, but I had just been given an answer, just one and that was, he was a mafia prince also, one who was supposed to take over his father's empire pretty soon. I had found something else that was mind-blowing, that was he had someone he was head over heels for, and he didn't want me. I supposed it was a win-win, but this arrangement dated years and I didn't know what else to do. I had tried getting in touch with him, to avert this, but it seemed like he was off the grid, well off the grid until we got married.We would be hooked in a loveless

Lorenzo's POV I knew that something was up, I knew there was something Daphne wasn't telling me, and although I had tried countless times not to think about it, I was so sure that it made sense now. I had felt her salty tears, the one that ran down my back countless times, and even when I thought that it was from the fact that she was enjoying it, my two senses told me that she wasn't okay somehow, but she wouldn't just say. I couldn't push her either, I was never going to do that, not when she was hiding the fact that she was Daphne so good that I didn't know what to say nor do. I had tried numerous ways that I knew about just to have her to talk, but we were tight lipped,still insisting that she was Talia and not Daphne. Now, with the card in my hands, I didn't know what to say. My heart was in shreds as I glanced at it, the names fading the more I glanced at it. I swallowed, in a world of my own, when I noticed a hand shook my shoulders. “ Get back here man, I have been call

Daphne's POV I tried to force my eyes open but it stuck adamantly, I let out a hiss before trying again before whistling out in pain. I hated how I felt, it seemed as though I had been rammed over by a lorry and thrown over here, I tried to push myself up but I just couldn't. Sighing in resignation, I tried once more, gentle at first and the sharp ray of lighting that flashed through caused me to clasp it shot again. I gnashed, took in air before I flickered them open once more,this time swerving a glance around. I was stunned when warmths sipped into me. Flipping my head to the side, my eyes watered when I noticed Avery by one side, and Alexis by another, and Lorenzo holding my hands. I bit hard into my cheek, taking in the pain while I tried to force myself not to shed a tear. This was everything that I wanted, everything that I had imagined, my family back with me. I laid back, letting the warmth cascade down to my side, let it drap itself around me when I ran my hands thro

Daphne's POV I racked my brain, trying to ascertain that it wasn't who I was thinking, he wouldn't have been so stupid, he wouldn't do something like that. “ Daphne…. Daphne..” Irene's voice pulled me out. I threw her a glance, when footsteps glided in, and my father rushed in, rage stomped over his face. “ You said something about Alexis missing, have you seen him? Where exactly would he be? Do you think it would be from my side or Lorenzo's?” He tried to make certain that we would curtail this problem. I knew there was just a person, one person in Brooklyn but this wasn't how I wanted it to end, I didn't want to give him an easy death, he didn't deserve that. I needed Drago to be in pain, I needed him to pray for death, but he wouldn't see, I wanted him to watch my face as he died, I wanted to see his car slide down the bridge as mine had done. What exactly had been my offense? His son loved me.“ Drago” I uttered, loud enough to his hearing. “ He is the one who has him” Hi

Lorenzo's POVWhen she had asked, wanting to make sure that I was fine, I didn't know what else to say aside from the fact that I was fine.I didn't want her to worry, I didn't want the crest on her face to deepen, I hated to see her worry, so I just couldn't bring myself to give her an answer that would break her again. When we had walked into the decorator greenhouse, the makeshift one that I had ordered to be made before all the ruckus happened, I found myself saying the word that I hadn't even practiced for. I had thought about this moment for years, kept it in mind for hours, thought about her expression when she saw it, but none of them had prepared me for when I was there, kneeling before her. I found myself stuttering, the words I didn't plan came out of my mouth instead, was I perhaps tense? I probably was, but it helped me get away of the thoughts that my father was dead. The doctor had given a heart attack as the answer, and we hadn't pushed on, neither had the workers