All Chapters of The Twin's Secret: A Billionaire's Tempting Proposal: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Christine’s POVThe sound of the rain tapping against the windows pulled me from my sleep. I blinked at the ceiling for a few seconds, feeling uneasy. I wasn’t sure why, but something in my chest felt tight.I sat up, rubbing my arms. The air was cold, and I could hear the wind howling softly outside.Xavier was still asleep beside me. His breathing was even. I didn't want to wake him.I got out of bed and slipped into my robe. The rain was getting heavier. I decided to check if all the windows were closed properly.The living room was dim, only the soft glow from the hallway light spilling in. I made my way to the windows, pulling each one shut tightly. One of them had been left a bit open, probably by Joan earlier in the day.Typical Joan.As I turned to leave, something told me to check on her. I didn’t know why. Maybe it was the way she’d been acting lately—quiet, but distracted. Or maybe I was just overthinking things.Still, I padded silently down the hallway toward her room.Ju

Daphne’s POVI turned slowly, forcing my expression to stay calm, even though my chest felt like a drumline. My hand gripped the coffee cup a little tighter than necessary, the warmth suddenly doing nothing to comfort me.The man was standing just a few feet away, staring directly at me. His brows were furrowed, his head slightly tilted, as though he was trying to confirm something in his mind.“Daphne?” he repeated, a little softer this time, like he wasn’t sure anymore.I blinked at him, tilting my head to the side. “I’m sorry… who are you talking to?”The confusion on his face deepened. “You. I… I thought you were someone I know. Her name is Daphne.”I shook my head and gave a small, polite smile. “You must be mistaken. My name is Daisy.”The lie rolled off my tongue, but I hated how shaky my voice sounded saying it.He narrowed his eyes just a bit. “Are you sure? You really look like her. Exactly like her.”“I don’t know anyone named Daphne,” I lied again, keeping my voice even th

Daniel's POV The evening sky was painted in shades of burnt orange and soft purples as I steered the car onto the highway, heading home. The city lights began to flicker to life in the distance, twinkling like restless stars trapped in steel and concrete. But even with the comforting hum of the engine and the mellow playlist that trickled through the speakers, my mind wasn’t at peace.Joan had looked beautiful after her rehearsal—radiant and flushed, like someone lit from within. I had waited quietly at the door until she spotted me, and the way her eyes lit up had made the whole day worth it. Her hug still lingered on my skin, her perfume subtle but intoxicating.And yet… I couldn’t shake it.The woman I saw earlier in the hallway—the one everyone referred to as “Daisy”—was still dancing around in the corners of my mind. There was something about her. Something familiar. That face. That hesitation in her eyes when I’d politely greeted her. The second-guessing in her smile. It had be

Daniel's POV The next morning, I waited at the small café near the edge of town. I stirred my coffee absently, barely noticing the gentle clink of the spoon against ceramic. My thoughts were far from the warm drink in front of me. They were consumed by the pictures Jonah had promised to bring—photos that might finally solve the mystery gnawing at me since I saw “Daisy” at the ballet theatre.When Jonah walked in, I almost did a double take again. Clean-shaven, crisp shirt tucked into ironed jeans, and not a trace of the slouchy, defeated man I once knew. His hair was trimmed neatly, and he even smelled like citrus cologne. I stood and greeted him with a surprised grin.“Damn,” I chuckled, giving him a firm handshake. “You look… different.”He smiled sheepishly. “Rehab, therapy, working out. It’s been over a year of trying to fix everything I destroyed.”I nodded, genuinely impressed. “I’m proud of you, man. Seriously. You’ve come a long way.”Jonah sat down and pulled out a worn fold

Christine's POV The air in the bedroom was quiet, too quiet for Xavier’s liking, clearly. He lay on his back beside me, one hand behind his head as his eyes traced the ceiling. I sat at the edge of the bed, brushing out my hair with slow, absent strokes. He’d asked me the same question twice already, his voice laced with concern—and curiosity. But this time, I didn’t give him the luxury of an immediate answer.“How do you plan to find out the truth, Christine?” he asked again, more firmly now, sitting up slightly, watching me through the dim golden glow of the bedside lamp.I stopped brushing. My fingers tightened around the wooden handle. I didn’t turn to look at him yet. “I’m not sure if the plan will work,” I said honestly, my voice calm and measured.“Christine…”I finally turned to face him. His brows were furrowed, lips pressed into a line like he was preparing himself for something drastic.I took a breath, allowing a small smirk to grace my lips. “I’m going to involve the boa