Semua Bab THE BILLIONAIRE SECRET TWIN HEIR : Bab 91 - Bab 95

~ Tina POV ~"Ma'am, another drink?" The cocktail waitress leaned over my shoulder, her voice cutting through the casino's relentless chiming and clicking.I didn't look up from the blackjack table. Couldn't. My hands were shaking too badly, and I needed them steady for the next hand. "Whiskey. Double."The cards blurred in front of me. Twenty-three thousand down in two hours. Jesus Christ, Tina. What are you doing?"Rough night?" The woman beside me spoke with practiced sympathy, the kind dealers and bartenders perfected. I glanced sideways—elegant, late thirties maybe, perfectly styled hair that caught the casino lights. She looked expensive. Out of place next to my wrinkled blouse and mascara-streaked cheeks."You could say that." I tried to keep my voice steady, but it cracked anyway. The dealer slid another card across the felt. Bust. Again.Another five hundred gone.The blonde woman made a soft tsking sound. "Money troubles?"I laughed, but it came out bitter and hollow. "Somet

~ Micheal POV ~The ambulance doors slam shut behind us, metal echoing like a gunshot through the emergency bay. My hands shake as I watch the paramedics wheel Austin through the automatic doors, his face pale as death under the harsh fluorescent lights."Sir, you'll need to—" A nurse tries to stop me."That's my son." The words tear from my throat, raw and desperate. "Austin Walton. He's my son."She steps aside, but I can already see them disappearing around a corner. The antiseptic smell hits me like a slap—that sterile, chemical scent that means pain and fear and things going wrong.*Jessica did this, Again*The thought burns through my chest like acid. I know it in my bones, the same way I know my own name. This wasn't an accident. That bitch came back from whatever hole she crawled into and went after my boy."Michael!" Aria's voice cuts through the chaos. She's running toward me, her hair wild, mascara streaked down her cheeks. "Where is he? How bad—""They took him back." I ca

~ Jessica POV ~The soft lighting of the wine bar cast shadows across Marcus's weathered face as I leaned forward, my fingers brushing against his hand wrapped around his glass. "You seem tense tonight," I murmured, letting concern color my voice as Victoria Sterling—the woman who'd never existed until I needed her to. Marcus saw beauty where Michael's loyal dog once sat. He saw a victim where a predator circled.Marcus's shoulders sagged, and I felt the familiar thrill of watching someone break exactly where I wanted them to. "Work's been... challenging lately. Michael's been making decisions that don't make sense. Risky moves that could hurt the company."*Perfect.* I tilted my head, letting my rebuilt features arrange themselves into the perfect expression of sympathy. "You've been with him for what—Twenty years? That must be heartbreaking, watching someone you respect make those kinds of choices.""Twenty three years." His voice cracked slightly, and I had to suppress a smile. T