Semua Bab The Twin's Secret: A Billionaire's Tempting Proposal: Bab 111 - Bab 119

Daphne's POV I walked quietly into the guest room where Brittany was fluffing the pillows and fixing the bedsheets. She turned around as soon as she heard the door close."Finally," I whispered, leaning against the wall. "I needed to get away from her for a second."Brittany raised a brow. "Christine?"I nodded and stepped closer. "Why is she suddenly interested in spending the night here? It’s not like we’re best friends or anything."Brittany folded her arms, sighing. "She said her car broke down. Maybe it's genuine.""Maybe," I muttered. "But I don’t trust her. I never have."There was a long pause between us. Brittany didn’t say anything, but her face told me she wasn’t completely convinced either. We both knew Christine was unpredictable, and she had a strange way of showing up when things were going well—only to make them worse."I think she’s up to something," I said. "Keep your eyes open tonight. Please."Brittany nodded. "Don’t worry, I will."We both finished fixing the room

Christine's POV The morning sun peeked through the curtains of the guest room, bright and unforgiving. I hadn’t slept much—not after what I found last night. My mind had been racing all night long. I could barely lie still. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her face in those pages. Daisy. Smiling. Writing. Plotting.She had written so much in those journals. About her marriage with Oliver, about how he made her feel safe and adored. But what shook me the most was what she wrote about my own husband—Xavier. The secret meetings, the stolen kisses, the moments of guilt that always led to more betrayal.I had suspected for years that Xavier was hiding something. He had changed—he was distant, cold, and always finding ways to stay late at the office. But I never thought the woman in the shadows was Daisy. Sweet, smiling, innocent Daisy. Now I knew the truth.And I was furious.I needed to get out of that house before I exploded. I couldn’t face Oliver. Not when I had proof that his belov

Daphne's POV The moment I stepped back into the house after facing the reporters, I felt like my knees were about to buckle under me.I wasn’t ready for any of that.Their flashing cameras, their voices shouting questions all at once, their eyes full of curiosity, pressure, and judgment—it was too much. It reminded me that I was living someone else’s life, standing in shoes that weren’t meant for me.My heart was still beating fast. I tried to calm down, placing my hand over my chest, but it didn’t help much. My ankle still hurt from the previous injury, and I could feel it getting sore again.As I rushed inside, trying to escape the overwhelming emotions, I didn’t notice the slight step at the entrance. My foot caught it. In a second, I lost my balance and fell hard onto the floor."Agh!" I gasped.Pain shot up my leg, and I felt tears sting my eyes. I stayed there for a moment, not moving, not even trying to get up.I’d been trying to be strong for so long. Trying to be Daisy. Tryi

Daphne's POV I was pacing my room like a caged animal, my ankle still tender but my mind far too restless to care. The more I thought about what happened earlier, the more my chest felt tight. The reporters… the way they just showed up, hounding me with their flashing cameras and eager questions—it all pointed to one thing. Someone had sent them. And I already had a strong feeling who it was.Christine.I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms. The woman had been trying to insert herself into my life since the moment I stepped into Oliver’s world. Acting like she was helping, acting like she had my back, but every time, somehow, trouble seemed to follow her visits.I snatched my phone from the bed, my hand trembling with anger. My thumb hovered over her contact for a second before I pressed “Call.” It rang twice before her cheerful, annoyingly sweet voice came on.“Daphne! Oh, finally, you called me back. I was wondering when—”“Christine,” I cut in sharply, my voice low b

Christine's POV I have never liked being told what to do. Especially not by Oliver. Especially not when it comes to her.When my phone rang earlier that evening, I had expected it to be one of my friends asking about the little “press visit” I arranged. I hadn’t anticipated Oliver’s voice—low, sharp, and cold as ice—ordering me to leave Daphne alone. The way he spoke, it wasn’t even like the Oliver I knew; it was like some stranger had taken over, ready to defend that woman to the last breath.It burned me inside.I had been trying to protect him. To protect our family name. He didn’t seem to understand that bringing reporters to their house was for his own good. People needed to see what kind of person Daphne really was—how she handled herself under pressure. I thought maybe, just maybe, if they caught her off guard, they would see through her perfect little act.But now, all my efforts were being twisted into something ugly.I sat on my bed, the phone still in my hand, hearing his