All Chapters of The Twin's Secret: A Billionaire's Tempting Proposal: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Christine's POV It was well past midnight when I finally sat up in bed.The house was quiet, just the way I liked it. Everyone must be asleep by now. Perfect.I slid out from under the covers and padded across the room in silence. The guest room I was given was spacious and comfortable—much better than I expected. But I wasn't here to sleep. I had a plan.I walked over to the intercom on the wall and pressed the button. After a few seconds, a voice responded. I asked politely, “Could someone come help me with something in my room?”The voice replied, “Yes ma’am, I’ll send someone right away.”I sat back on the edge of the bed, calm but alert. Within minutes, a soft knock came at the door.“Come in,” I called sweetly.The door opened and a girl stepped inside. She looked young—probably just around twenty. Her frame was small, and she walked carefully, as if trying not to disturb anything. She had smooth dark skin, her black hair was tied back in a neat bun, and her uniform was slightly

Daphne's POV That morning, I woke up in Oliver’s arms, the soft sunlight creeping in through the curtains. My ankle still hurt, but there was something comforting about being close to him like this. He had barely slept, constantly checking if I was okay. His tenderness, the way he held me close all night—it made my heart ache in a different way. I hated that he had to worry about me.We were still tangled in the sheets when we heard a soft knock on the door. Before we could answer, Brittany pushed it open gently and stepped inside. She looked slightly out of breath, as if she had hurried to get here.“Christine left just a few minutes ago,” she began, her voice laced with suspicion. “But something’s off.”I blinked, rubbing my eyes as I slowly sat up. “What do you mean?”Brittany stepped closer. “I caught her last night… sneaking back in around midnight. She said she was coming from downstairs to get some air, but she looked nervous.”My heart skipped. “I told you she didn’t come her

Daphne's POV I slammed the door to my room and leaned heavily against it, my breaths shallow and rapid. My chest felt tight, as though the air had been punched out of me, and my entire body trembled with a chill I couldn’t shake off. My skin was clammy with sweat. The image refused to leave my mind—Daisy. Moving.My identical twin, hooked to machines and buried beneath time and silence…had moved.I closed my eyes and tried to steady myself, but the horror wouldn't subside. Her fingers had twitched. Her eyes… her eyelids had fluttered like butterfly wings. I wasn’t hallucinating. I saw it.A strange mix of emotions washed over me—fear, shock, guilt, confusion, and somewhere deep beneath it all, a dangerous glimmer of hope. Was she really waking up? Was she… coming back?The knock on the door startled me. I jumped, clutching my chest. The phone on the bedside table buzzed at the same time, the vibration echoing in my already erratic heart. I staggered to it and saw Oliver's name lighti

Oliver's POV The day had been long enough without me coming home to another problem. My meetings had dragged on, investors had been restless, and the subtle hum of tension in the office followed me like a shadow. All I wanted when I stepped out of the car was peace—just a quiet evening with my wife.The moment I walked into the house, I could feel it—an undercurrent of unease. Daphne was sitting on the couch, legs tucked under her, her hands curled into fists in her lap. She looked like she’d been holding something in all day, waiting for me."Oliver," she began as soon as I walked in. No soft greetings. No smile. Just my name, clipped, heavy.I loosened my tie and set my briefcase down, instantly on alert. “What happened?”She hesitated for half a second, as though debating whether to unload it on me right away, but then the words came in a rush. “Christine came here today. And she wasn’t alone—she brought reporters. To our home.”I froze mid-motion. “Reporters?”“Yes. Cameras. Micr

Daphne's POV The next morning, I woke up feeling lighter than I had in days. The events with Christine had left a bitter taste in my mouth, but now that Oliver had taken my side, I felt safe again. I knew she would keep her distance, at least for now.My ankle was much better. I had rested it for two days, and the swelling had gone down. Today was going to be a good day—no reporters, no arguments—just dance practice.When I walked into my rehearsal room, the sunlight was pouring in through the big windows. The wooden floor gleamed, smooth and ready for my steps. I smiled to myself. This room had once been just a plain guest room, but Oliver had transformed it for me—mirrors covering one wall, a barre installed across it, and an open space in the center for me to move freely. The faint smell of polish and wood made it feel warm, almost like a little sanctuary.My teachers, Mr. Adrian and Mrs. Claire, were already waiting for me when I arrived. They both stood tall and graceful, lookin