Lahat ng Kabanata ng Hidden Twins of a Billionaire Daddy: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

★★★★ "Do I have to wait more minutes to get the answer from you about my sudden arrival that you asked for?" Cesar said, his lazy eyes half-lidded as he looked at Damon, who seemed lost in thought while having him in his cabin. "Why are you so impatient?" Damon snapped back, his tone edged with irritation. "You were lounging in your chamber, and there was a time when I waited at your place for you to unload your troubles!" Damon rolled his eyes dramatically, reaching for the glass of water on the table. As he lifted it to his lips, a flash of memory hit him—Jasmine rubbing her lips with water in disgust. The recollection fueled his anger, and with a frustrated grunt, he slammed the glass back down on the table. Cesar raised an eyebrow, watching Damon’s outburst with mild amusement. "Is something troubling you, Damon? You seem more on edge than usual." Damon glared at him, his eyes burning with a mix of anger and frustration. "It's nothing," he muttered, but the tightness in his voi

★★★★★ As soon as the morning arrived, Jasmine prepared breakfast for Payne. It was the usual—eggs, juice, and bread. "Mom, why do you look so rushed? Do you have a shoot this morning?" Payne asked, noticing her mother's hurried movements and the familiar look of concentration that appeared whenever she was juggling too much at once. "Not in the morning, sweetheart, but I do have one in the evening. Right now, I'm trying to be quick because I'm going to visit a school. If it impresses me, we'll get you enrolled there. I don't want to waste another year of your education," Jasmine said, spreading avocado on her toast. Jasmine chose not to reveal the real reason for her rush, knowing her daughter’s inquisitive nature. Mentioning Dante would spark a slew of questions and a likely demand to accompany her. "Aw! You make it sound like I'm committing a crime," Payne said, flashing a mischievous grin. "Tell me, Mom, are you planning to kick me out before I turn 18 or after?" Payne asked, f

★★★★ "Dante has already finished performing? Oh, shoot! I thought I was on time," Cindy exclaimed, frustration clear in her voice. She frowned as she watched the woman laughing with Dante and taking photos together. "Who is that woman with him? Is she a teacher?" "No, she’s someone Dante invited," Damon replied calmly. "Dante invited her? Who is she exactly? How did Dante know her? He didn’t even once ask me to come, but he asked her to be here. It’s strange," Cindy said, feeling a tightness in her chest. She was disappointed and hurt that Dante had called this unknown woman to be a part of such an important event but hadn’t informed her. She had only found out about it from her grandfather, who had encouraged her to go to the school and be with him, thinking it would help her make a good impression on Dante. "It shouldn’t matter who he invited or didn’t invite. What matters is that he’s happy, and I’ve never seen him this joyous," Damon said firmly, not moving an inch. He believed

★★★★★ "Actually..." Jasmine parted her mouth to speak, only to be interrupted by Dante. "Dad, try it, it’s yummy!" he said excitedly, holding out his ice cream. Damon glanced at Jasmine before turning to his son. "I don’t like ice cream," he replied flatly. Jasmine shifted her attention to Dante, hoping to ease the tension between him and his mother. "What about your mother?" she asked, simultaneously, making it clear to the shopkeeper that she wasn’t Dante’s mother. "She is not—" Dante began to clarify, but Cindy’s voice cut him off. "Since I maintain a strict diet, I usually avoid sugar," Cindy interjected, her words laced with a strong taunt. "You wouldn't understand." Jasmine turned around and faced Cindy with a smile. "Yes, I won't understand," she said, her smile unwavering. She crossed over to a seat with her ice cream, Dante following close behind. Before settling in, he looked back at Cindy. "She’s an actress and quite popular!" he announced proudly, then joined Jasmine

★★★★★ "Who’s there?" Jasmine called out, her voice trembling slightly. The lights turned on abruptly, flooding the room with harsh brightness. Jasmine blinked against the sudden glare and saw Paul sitting at the judge's panel with another man. A surge of anger shot through her as she immediately assumed Layla might be involved in this. It seemed like a prank designed to humiliate her. "Are you kidding me?" Jasmine's voice rose, her frustration palpable. "I thought there would be an audition here. I rushed all the way to this place for nothing! What is going on?" Paul leaned back in his chair, a calm smile playing on his lips. "Well, you are on the stage, and I am sitting at the judge's panel. What do you think we are doing here?" Jasmine glared at him, struggling to keep her anger in check. "I can't believe you would pull something like this. Is this some kind of joke to you?" The other man, who had been quietly observing, stood up and addressed her. "He is the producer, and you