The Billionaire Instant Twins のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

The fluorescent lights hummed, cold and indifferent, casting a sterile glow over the courthouse. Calla shifted on her feet, eyes darting around the impersonal space. The distant murmurs and rhythmic tap of keyboards felt jarring against the racing thoughts in her head. This was not how she’d imagined her wedding day.She had dreamed of soft music, flowers, and a celebration, but here there was only the stark finality of bureaucracy. No vows. No promises. Just a clipboard and a legal contract. Yet, despite the lack of ceremony, a pulse of excitement surged within her. This was freedom.Her fingers curled tight around the strap of her purse as she glanced at Drake. His broad frame, imposing in a dark suit, was still and distant, lost in thought. Her heart fluttered. He wasn’t her salvation, not in the way she had once imagined. But today, he was here, and that was enough.She looked down at her simple white dress—no veil, no lace, just clean lines that grazed her knees. She’d chosen it

Calla had pictured this moment as the culmination of their love story, a celebration of their bond. Instead, she felt a chasm growing between them—one she couldn’t explain but one that weighed heavily on her chest. The love, the tenderness, the connection—all of it seemed like an illusion, slipping further and further away with each passing moment.The bedroom was simple—nothing extravagant, nothing like the rooms she had seen in magazines or on Pinterest, filled with luxurious silks and endless space. Instead, there was a large iron-framed bed, its beige linens muted and plain. The room had a calm, almost somber feel, with muted walls and soft lighting, but it felt hollow. Empty.Drake closed the door behind them with a soft click, the sound reverberating in the thick silence that filled the room. His movements were slow and deliberate as if he were trying to stay in control of something that was slipping from his grasp.Calla stood frozen in the center of the room, her heart hammeri

Her hands found his shoulders, her fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt, as if she could hold onto anything to remind herself of who she was.But it was slipping away. The love she had imagined, the connection, the care was all being replaced by something darker, something primal.Drake didn't seem to notice. Or if he did, he didn't care. His lips were on her neck now, his teeth grazing her skin with a possessive growl.He was relentless, moving like he was trying to break her, piece by piece. Calla wanted to scream, to fight back, but the fear and confusion held her in place, a prisoner inside her own body.The kiss deepened, and she could feel the difference in his touch. It wasn't about her anymore. It wasn't about them anymore. It was about his need to claim, to dominate, to make her feel the weight of his control.And despite the panic bubbling in her chest, despite the storm of emotions crashing inside her, her body responded to it. She hated herself for it. She hated ho

Xavier sat in his dimly lit office, fingers drumming rhythmically on the desk, the sound a staccato of tension that echoed in the otherwise quiet room.His gaze, though directed out the window, didn’t register the sprawling city below; his mind was too consumed by the storm of thoughts swirling inside.The weight of everything—the twins, the letter, the unanswered questions—pressed on him like a vice. His world had always been meticulously controlled, and now? Now, it felt like it was unraveling beyond his grasp.His manager, John, stood quietly before him, waiting for his next instructions.“Find out everything you can about Zane and Alana,” Xavier finally spoke, his voice low but edged with authority.“I want to know everything about their aunt, Leila. Where did she go? Why did she leave them with me? And what makes her think those kids are mine? This whole thing… it doesn’t add up. I need to know the truth. I want answers. John nodded, his pen already moving over his notepad. “Und

Zane, always the first to speak, finally muttered, “I told Alana that I’m older than her, so she should listen to me. But she’s too stubborn. She kept insisting she’s older, and we fought.”Alana, her arms crossed over her chest, shot Zane a fierce look. “Because I am older! Aunt Leila told me I’m nine minutes older than you!” she retorted.Xavier let out an exasperated sigh, running a hand through his hair. “So, to prove each other wrong, you destroyed my house?”Zane’s reply came swiftly, his tone defiant. “It’s our house too, right? You’re our dad, so we have every right to do what we want in it.”The words hit Xavier like a punch to the gut.His own son—this child—challenging him with such an audacious claim rattled him to his core. His breath caught in his throat, and for a moment, Xavier felt the weight of those words reverberating in his mind.He wanted to lash out, to scream at them, but something held him back. He couldn’t. He couldn’t deny them. Not yet.“Your house, is it?”