All Chapters of The Twin's Secret: A Billionaire's Tempting Proposal: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Christine's POV The evening was quiet, too quiet for my liking. The golden glow of the lamp spilled across the lounge, wrapping the room in a warm haze. I leaned back against the sofa, legs tucked beneath me, a glass of wine swirling lazily in my hand. Xavier sat at the far end of the couch, his eyes fixed on the flickering screen of the television, though I knew his mind wasn’t truly on the documentary playing. Neither was mine.I hated evenings like this—still, silent, and heavy with unsaid words. My thoughts had been circling the same drain for weeks, tugging me deeper into a pit of impatience. Too much time had passed without clarity. Too much time had gone by without certainty about Daisy.Then, my phone vibrated on the coffee table, pulling me out of my spiral. Clara’s name flashed across the screen. A slow smile tugged at my lips. I knew this girl never called without reason.“Clara,” I said smoothly as I picked up, pressing the speaker option so Xavier could hear. “I hope you

Joan's POV The kitchen smelled of simmering garlic, butter, and freshly baked bread when I leaned over the counter, carefully arranging cutlery in neat rows. Christine stood near the stove, humming softly to herself as she stirred a pot of sauce. It was strange—she seemed lighter today, as though something had happened to brighten her usually sharp and calculating mood.I balanced a stack of plates in my hands and moved toward the dining table, setting them down with deliberate care.“Everything looks good already,” I said, casting her a side glance. “You’re acting like this dinner is a royal banquet.”Christine smirked without looking at me. “It’s not every day your boyfriend comes around, Joan. At least let me impress him a little.”I raised a brow. “Impress him? He’s my boyfriend, not yours.”“Relax,” she teased, turning back to the pot. “I’m just making sure he feels welcome. It’s called courtesy.”I rolled my eyes, but deep down, I wondered why she was suddenly in such high spir

Christine's POV The next morning felt different—like the air itself was carrying a secret I could barely contain. Sunlight poured through the curtains of my room, warming my face and stirring me awake. I opened my eyes slowly, letting the anticipation of the day sink in. My heart thudded with a mix of nerves and excitement. Today was Sunday, the day I had planned for all of us to go visit Daisy’s family.I pushed the blanket aside and sat up on the bed, stretching my arms. The memory of last night—Xavier and I talking about the visit, about how important this was for me—lingered warmly in my chest. For once, things felt like they were aligning. There was purpose in my steps as I walked over to the wardrobe and began running my fingers through the rows of clothes.I wanted something that looked elegant yet respectful. Something that showed I was serious but also… comfortable. After much consideration, my hand settled on a black outfit—modest yet stylish, with soft fabric that moved gr

Daphne's POV I stood by the tall window of my room, peering through the lace curtains, trying to steady my breath. The sun had begun to set, casting a golden hue over the driveway below as the sleek cars pulled up one after the other. My palms felt clammy, but I forced myself to watch. I had to know who Christine had brought along this time.The first to step out was Xavier. His presence alone was enough to make my stomach twist. His arrogance seemed to stretch across the driveway like a shadow. He adjusted his suit jacket as if the world revolved around him.Then Christine emerged, graceful and sharp as always. She smiled too sweetly, waving at no one in particular, but her eyes glinted with a cruel satisfaction. My body tensed. If she was smiling that way, it only meant trouble.A moment later, Joan climbed out, adjusting her pearl necklace. She looked around as though she owned the place, her nose in the air. I pressed closer to the window, my heart hammering.And then… the last m

Daphne's POV The moment Oliver and I stepped out of the room with the twins, I felt as if my heart had dropped into my stomach. The hallway seemed longer, colder, each step echoing too loudly, reminding me of the storm that was waiting downstairs. I had promised him—sworn—that I would deny, pretend, lie with a straight face if I had to. But deep inside, a sickly fear gnawed at me. Jonah’s eyes, Jonah’s voice, Jonah’s truth… what if it all slipped out? What if I broke?I inhaled sharply, tightening my hold on one of the twins as Oliver squeezed my free hand. “Stay with me,” he whispered under his breath, and I nodded.When we finally entered the living room where the guests were gathered, a hush fell. Heads turned toward us, smiles spread, and the chatter picked up again. Everyone rose politely as Oliver and I strolled in, carrying the twins. To them, we were the perfect picture of a family—reunited, whole, flawless.“Good evening,” I said softly, tilting my head with the polite grace