Lahat ng Kabanata ng A night with the twin billionaire : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

I stood outside the apartment, watching as the last of my things were tossed onto the sidewalk. The sky above was cloudy and gray, mirroring the storm brewing inside me. Mr. Thompson, my landlord, didn’t even glance my way as he locked the door behind him.“This is your final notice, Sophia. I gave you more time than I should’ve,” he said, his voice sharp and unforgiving.I swallowed hard, trying to keep the tears at bay. “Please, Mr. Thompson. I just need a little more time. My mom’s surgery is next week, and—”“I’ve heard it all before,” he interrupted, shaking his head. “You’re already two months behind. I can’t wait any longer.”I wanted to scream, to beg, but I knew it wouldn’t matter. His mind was made up. I glanced down at the suitcase and the few bags scattered on the sidewalk—my whole life, reduced to a handful of belongings. The slam of the apartment door echoed in my chest, like the final nail in the coffin.I was homeless.For a moment, I stood there, frozen in place. I co

I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. This was no different from the first room, I told myself, but it felt different. Liam had at least made me feel like I belonged there. This man, on the other hand, made me feel like I didn’t matter.The music played softly in the background, but my body felt stiff, unsure. I started to sway, trying to lose myself in the rhythm, but his eyes never left me. They were cold, calculating, as if every move I made was being scrutinized.Halfway through the song, I noticed he wasn’t paying much attention to my dancing. His eyes kept drifting back to his laptop, as if I was a nuisance interrupting his work. My frustration started to build, but I pushed through, telling myself to keep going.Finally, he stood up, closing his laptop with a sharp click. He walked over to me, standing just inches away, his gaze intense and unreadable. My heart pounded in my chest, my body freezing under his scrutiny.“You’re not very good at following directions, are

As we settled into the lavish dining room, the atmosphere felt thick, almost suffocating. Conversations flowed freely around the table, laughter breaking through every now and then, but none of it reached me. I sat next to Jake, my hands folded tightly in my lap, feeling more like an accessory than a fiancée. His family was polite enough, but I could tell they didn’t really care about me. I was just the woman Jake had chosen to bring into their world for reasons they probably didn’t fully understand.Jake was in his element, dominating the conversation with his usual charisma. He hadn’t bothered to introduce me to most of his family members, and I didn’t have the energy to try and make small talk. My mind was elsewhere, spinning with thoughts of how I had ended up here and what the next six months of my life would look like.I felt out of place, like an actor in the wrong role, fumbling through a script that didn’t fit. Every glance from his family seemed to weigh heavier on me, every

I woke up the next morning feeling better after a good night’s sleep. I tried my best not to think about the previous day—it’s a new day, and I need to think positive, I had said to myself. The sunlight streaming through the curtains brought a sense of clarity, even if only temporary.After taking a quick shower and dressing in casual clothes, I headed downstairs, expecting silence. Instead, I was greeted by the sound of muffled voices coming from the kitchen. My curiosity got the best of me, and I peeked in to find Jake talking on the phone, his back to me, his tone sharp and clipped. “Make sure the arrangements for the dinner are flawless. No mistakes,do you understand?” His voice was cold, commanding. He turned slightly, catching sight of me standing awkwardly in the doorway. His expression softened for a split second before returning to his usual self. “I’ll call you back,” he said into the phone, hanging up before the person on the other end could respond. “Good morning

Jake’s sharp gaze moved between me and the broken phone on the pavement. His voice tore through the silence, sharp and unforgiving. “Sophia , what’s going on?” I bent down quickly to retrieve the phone, my hands trembling as I brushed away bits of cracked glass from the phone. “No…nothing,” I stammered, trying to sound casual. “It slipped out of my hand. That’s all.” Jake’s gaze turned cold, his jaw stiffening with determination. You haven’t been yourself all night. Don’t lie to me.” “I’m not lying,” I said, forcing myself to meet his eyes . But the weight of the mysterious messages felt like a storm brewing inside me, one I wasn’t ready to explain or should I say scared to explain. Jake stepped closer, his voice low and controlled. “If there is something I need to know, its better you tell me now. This isn’t the time to play games, Sophy.” I hesitated, the words sitting heavy on my tongue. Could I trust him? Was the warning meant for him, or about him? My silence seemed