Semua Bab The Billionaire Instant Twins: Bab 151 - Bab 160

Drake slipped quietly into the room, the soft sound of the door closing behind him almost drowned out by the weight of his thoughts. His eyes immediately found Calla, sitting in the corner, her figure bathed in the amber light of the setting sun.She looked delicate, as though she might vanish into the fading light if he blinked too hard. But it was the distance in her eyes that caught him off guard—the kind of detachment that told him she was no longer here, not really. She was lost in some thought, some hurt that he hadn’t fixed.He stood there for a moment, his heart heavy with the guilt that seemed to seep from every corner of the room. He hadn’t meant to hurt her—he never had—but every time he saw her like this, the distance between them seemed to grow. He hated that feeling, and he knew that whatever had happened between them, he needed to fix it, now, before it was too late.Without a word, he moved toward her, lowering himself onto the couch beside her. He reached for her hand

Xavier stepped out of his father’s room, his mind still reeling from the volatile exchange. The fluorescent lights in the hospital hallway flickered above, casting an almost eerie glow on the sterile, white walls. The noise of distant footsteps and soft conversations did nothing to fill the empty feeling that had settled deep in his chest. He needed air. He needed space. The tension was choking him, and all he wanted was to clear his head, even if just for a few minutes.As he approached the nearest exit, his eyes caught sight of her—Ember. She was walking toward him, a look of quiet concern etched on her face. When she saw him, her expression softened, and without a moment's hesitation, she crossed the distance between them. Then, before he could say a word, she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into an embrace.Xavier exhaled, a long, heavy breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. Her warmth—her quiet, steady presence—was the only thing that seemed to ground him at that m

Xavier strode into the grand, echoing foyer of his sprawling mansion, his father, Thomas, hobbling behind him. The older man’s limp was pronounced, his fractured leg encased in a bulky brace that forced his every step to be a careful, deliberate maneuver. His face, lined with years of scorn and bitterness, was now drawn tight with discomfort.Though Xavier had never harbored warm feelings for his father—and the sentiment was undeniably mutual—Thomas was still his father. That immutable truth hung over him like a weight he couldn’t shrug off. So, despite his resentment, Xavier had done what he knew he had to: he had brought Thomas home after his hospital discharge. There simply wasn’t another option. The old man couldn’t fend for himself, and the responsibility, unwanted as it was, fell squarely on Xavier’s shoulders.“Careful, Dad,” Xavier said in a voice stripped of affection, the words tinged instead with the cold cadence of duty. The male nurse accompanying them nodded curtly, taki

The sun had just begun to dip below the horizon, casting a soft, golden glow through the massive windows of the mansion. The living room, with its towering ceilings and expensive furniture, seemed even more imposing as Bella stood in the middle of it, directing the house staff with the kind of authority that made it clear she was in control. Her posture was perfect—straight, composed, and unwavering—and it was evident to anyone who looked at her that Bella wasn’t just a part of this household; she owned her place in it.The mansion, with all its grandeur, had become a second home to Bella. She wasn’t like the others—she wasn’t treated as an outsider or a mere employee. Neither the children nor Xavier had ever made her feel as if she didn’t belong. In fact, the house staff had come to rely on Bella for guidance.They had grown used to seeking her out for everything, from decisions big to small. Over time, Bella had adapted seamlessly, learning the ropes of managing the mansion's day-to

Bella pushed the door to Thomas’s room open with a quiet sense of duty, the heavy wood groaning on its hinges as it closed softly behind her. She had been here so many times before, so many days in a row now, that the routine was starting to feel more like a burden than a duty. Changing his bandages again.She had grown used to it—despite Thomas’s constant complaints and his unrelenting grumbling. Xavier still hadn’t managed to find a male nurse for his father, and Bella knew that, for the time being, she would have to take care of him. It wasn’t like she had much of a choice, anyway.With a soft sigh, Bella dragged a chair closer to the side of Thomas’s bed. She positioned it just right, making sure it was close enough so she could get to work on his leg without any unnecessary strain. She glanced over at Thomas, who lay there, as grumpy and restless as ever. His thick blanket was pulled up tightly over him, his leg still heavily bandaged from the accident that had put him here in th