Lahat ng Kabanata ng Hidden Twins of a Billionaire Daddy: Kabanata 141 - Kabanata 150

★★★★ “Cindy, stop drinking! He’s been like this all his life,” Haedon said urgently, sliding into the seat next to her at the bar. “We have dropped countless hints, but you’re still blinded by the allure of being part of the Colley family as if that’s the ultimate achievement.” “We’ve shared our school and college years. Through all that time, he’s never been loyal to you or shown you the respect you truly deserve. I want to help you see that you can live a far better life without him,” Haedon pleaded, his voice filled with concern. Cindy took another long gulp from her glass, her eyes averted. “Offering suggestions is easy when you’re not in my shoes. You don’t experience the suffering I’m going through. Let me drink—it’s the only way I can bury my pain.” “Tell me what I can do for you. How can I ease your suffering?” Haedon’s tone softened as he gently placed his hand on Cindy’s cheek, coaxing her to look at him. “I’ve been in love with you since the day I met you. I want to shar

★★★★ "I'm not ashamed to admit that I can't stand the smell of any woman other than you," Damon said, his eyes locking with Jasmine's, revealing the sincerity of his words. "Another cheesy flirtation," Jasmine retorted, rolling her eyes with a dramatic flair. "Honestly, do you think that will make me swoon?" Damon raised an eyebrow, his gaze narrowing playfully. "Did you just roll your eyes at me?" "Yes, and what are you going to do about it?" Jasmine challenged, her tone teasing as she rolled her eyes once more. A low, playful growl rumbled from Damon’s chest. He moved closer, burying his face against the sensitive spot on her neck. His beard brushed against her skin, eliciting a burst of laughter from Jasmine. "Stop, stop, please...haha! It’s ticklish!" Jasmine protested between giggles, her voice trembling with laughter. "You’re going to wake up the kids!" Damon paused, his lips twitching into a smile as he looked up at her. The mischief in his eyes was undeniable. "You think

★★★★★ Jasmine’s eyes traced the words on the faded paper, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she read her father's anguished confession. "Jasmine, I know I was never a good father or a person, so I won’t ask for your forgiveness. I’m writing this letter only because I have a sense that you may come to see me one day." Her heart clenched as she continued, the weight of his words pressing down on her chest. "I used to love your mother deeply until the day she betrayed me. I discovered numerous photographs of her with another man in a private room, and despite her vehement denials, I couldn't bring myself to believe her. I was convinced she had wronged me. Then, after your mother’s death, I learned the truth about that man. To my shock, he was nothing more than a beggar. When I confronted him, he revealed that the photos were fabricated. He had lured your mother to his home under the pretence of illness, knowing her kind nature would compel her to help. He had taken those pictures

★★★★ Damon entered the room with a purposeful stride, his gaze falling on his grandfather who was seated comfortably on the couch, sipping tea with a serene expression. The scene was one of calm and order, a stark contrast to the tumultuous undercurrents of their lives. "Why are you here?" Damon’s voice cut through the stillness, his tone laced with a mixture of irritation and concern. Dante, full of youthful exuberance, bounded into the room with a bright smile. "I had the best day, great-grandpa! I wish you could have been there to see it!" His enthusiasm was palpable, a stark contrast to the tension that hung in the air. Elder Colley’s eyes, however, were cold and distant. He set his cup down with deliberate precision, his movements measured. Standing up from his seat, he fixed Dante with a steely gaze. "Go to your room, Dante," he commanded, his voice carrying an unmistakable edge of finality. Dante’s smile faltered, a flicker of confusion and disappointment crossing his face.

★★★★★ Jasmine found a quiet corner of the room, a small refuge from the whirlwind of social interaction and flashing cameras. She slipped her phone from her purse, her finger hovering over the call button for Payne. Just as she was about to dial, Ian appeared at her side, balancing two glasses of wine with practised ease. “Here you are,” he said, offering one of the glasses to her. “Are you hiding out here? Even as the lead actress, you’re supposed to be the centre of attention tonight.” Jasmine accepted the glass, her fingers brushing against his for a brief moment. “It’s not that I’m hiding,” she replied with a hint of a smile. “My heels are killing me, and honestly, as soon as you walked in, it felt like the crowd’s attention shifted from me to you. I figured it was a good time to take a break and let the buzz settle.” Ian chuckled softly, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “I suppose I do have a knack for stealing the spotlight,” he said, leaning against the seat beside her. “B