All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE SECRET TWIN HEIR : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

~ Final Showdown in the Courtroom ~ My hands wouldn't stop trembling. I clenched them into fists, digging my nails into my palms until the pain gave me something else to focus on besides the nausea churning in my stomach. The courtroom smelled of lemon-scented cleaner and dusty law books. Judge Winters adjusted his reading glasses, the fluorescent lights glinting off the silver frames as he shuffled the papers before him. Each rustle sliced through the silence like a knife. The final ruling. The end of five years of marriage, reduced to legal jargon and dollar signs. "Ms. Campbell, please rise," he instructed. My legs felt like lead as I stood. Beside me, Rebecca Torres, my attorney, placed a steadying hand on my elbow. The gesture was subtle but necessary. I wasn't sure I could remain upright otherwise. Across the aisle, Michael sat with his team of lawyers—three impeccably dressed sharks with cufflinks that probably cost more than what I'd be walking away with today. His express

I froze, ice flooding my veins. Slowly, I turned. Michael stood at the curb, looking disheveled and desperate. His normally immaculate suit was wrinkled, his hair uncombed. Dark circles shadowed his eyes. He looked like he hadn't slept in days. "Please," he said, taking a step toward me. "Don't go." My heart hammered against my ribs. How had he found me? Had he followed Samantha? Had he somehow known my plan? "What are you doing here?" I managed to ask, my voice surprisingly steady. "Marcus saw you at the bank. He called me." Michael took another step forward, hands outstretched in supplication. "Just talk to me, Aria. Please. We can work through this." Marcus. Of course. Michael's right-hand man was everywhere, saw everything. I should have been more careful. Samantha moved to my side, a silent sentinel of support. I drew strength from her presence. "There's nothing to work through," I said, one hand reflexively moving to my still-flat stomach. "You chose your family's legacy

The cursor blinked on my screen, mocking my empty thoughts. I rubbed my swollen belly—six months pregnant now, and unmistakably showing with twins. The clock on my laptop read 2:37 AM. Another sleepless night. I needed this design job. The client had offered double my usual rate for a rush project, and with the medical bills piling up, I couldn't afford to miss the deadline. "Come on, Anna," I muttered to myself, the name still foreign on my tongue even after months of use. "Focus." My tiny apartment had transformed over the past three months. The secondhand furniture remained, but now a corner of the living room housed my makeshift design studio—a decent computer purchased with Samantha's money, a drawing tablet, and stacks of design books. My old life as an interior designer for the wealthy had given me skills I could translate to graphic design work online. Anonymous work. Safe work. The babies kicked in unison, as if protesting my late-night session. "Sorry, boys," I whispered

"Anna, stop packing. You're not thinking clearly." Samantha's voice cut through my panic as I frantically shoved tiny onesies into a duffel bag, my hands trembling."You heard what that nurse said." My voice cracked as I glanced at my sleeping newborns. "She saw it, Sam. The Walton resemblance."Sam grasped my shoulders, forcing me to look at her. "A random nurse making a casual observation doesn't mean Elizabeth Walton is prowling the hospital looking for you. Take a breath.""But I saw her—""You saw a woman with similar hair from the back, while exhausted and on pain medication," Sam countered. "Think about it, Anna. How would Elizabeth even know to look for you here? You're under a completely different name in a hospital two states away from where Aria Campbell lived."I sank onto the edge of the bed, suddenly aware of the post-birth pain radiating through my body. "I can't take risks with them, Sam. I can't.""I know." She sat beside me, her voice softening. "But running out of a

~ Jessica POV ~Michael's fingers trembled as he stared at the documents spread across his mahogany desk. My name—Jessica Campbell—appeared on every page, alongside Miller's, in black and white. Irrefutable evidence. I gripped the edge of his office door, watching his face transform. The muscle in his jaw twitched. Once. Twice. His knuckles whitened around the glass of scotch he'd been nursing."Is this some kind of joke, Marcus?" Michael's voice was deceptively soft.Marcus stood rigid beside him, hands clasped behind his back. "I wish it were, sir. Our security team intercepted these communications last night."I should have backed away. Should have run. But my feet remained rooted to the marble floor as Michael's eyes lifted and locked with mine. The warmth that once lived there had vanished, replaced by something glacial."Jessica." My name dropped from his lips like a stone. "Come in and close the door."My heart hammered against my ribs as I obeyed, crossing the threshold into