Semua Bab The Twin's Secret: A Billionaire's Tempting Proposal: Bab 151 - Bab 160

Daphne's POV The laughter from breakfast still lingered faintly in the air, the sound of spoons and forks clinking against china replaced now by the softer murmur of conversation. We had all gathered in the living room, seated comfortably as though the morning had been nothing but a normal family gathering. The twins played quietly with their toys at our feet, their innocent giggles a stark contrast to the storm I could already feel building in the room.I sat beside Oliver, my hand carefully resting in his, my face a mask of composure. Inside, however, my heart was pounding so loudly I feared everyone could hear it. Jonah’s stare had not left me once since we arrived at the table earlier, and every second of it felt like a blade piercing my skin.Daisy’s parents were smiling warmly, telling little side-stories about their travels, occasionally chuckling at their own jokes. Christine, however, had gone unusually quiet. She sat rigidly, her fingers intertwined in her lap, her jaw tigh

Daphne's POV The room felt like it was splitting in two. Voices clashed—Jonah’s accusations thundering against Oliver’s furious denials, Christine’s shrill voice slicing through the air like glass, and Xavier backing her up with that smug tone of his. Joan looked pale, lost, like she’d rather be anywhere else. The twins started crying from the noise, their small wails making my chest tighten.“Brittany,” I said quickly, rising and pointing toward the nursery, “please, take them inside. Now.”She nodded, scooping up the babies, rocking them against her chest as she carried them out. Their cries lingered in my ears, making the tension even sharper.My hands trembled slightly as I clenched them in my lap. The shouting around me swirled like a storm. Oliver slammed his hand on the armrest, glaring at Jonah. “You dare come here—into *my* home—and spit out these lies?”Jonah’s face twisted with rage. He pulled out the photos again, shoving them into Oliver’s face. “These are not lies! She

Daphne's POV The silence after Oliver’s words was unbearable. It was the kind of silence that doesn’t just fill a room—it strangles it. The truth he had revealed lingered in the air like a poisonous fog, and though he had spoken calmly, I felt as if the whole house had shifted under my feet.Daisy’s parents sat across from me, their faces carved with disbelief. Her mother’s hands trembled against her lap, her lips parted, but no sound came out. Her father’s jaw was set hard, his eyes staring at me as though trying to pierce through my skin and strip away every lie I had lived.Then, like glass cracking under pressure, Daisy’s mother broke.“No… no… no,” she whispered, shaking her head furiously. “This can’t be true… my Daisy… my baby girl…” Her voice caught as she clutched her chest. “She’s not here? She’s… in a coma all this time?”Her cries grew louder, her grief spilling into the room like a storm breaking loose. She called Daisy’s name again and again, each cry twisting the knife

Daphne's POV An hour had passed since the heart-wrenching scene in the forbidden building. Daisy’s parents had returned to the living room, and thankfully, the atmosphere had begun to lighten. The tense heaviness that had clung to every corner of the house was easing—just slightly—but my chest still felt tight, my thoughts tangled in guilt and uncertainty.I sat beside Oliver on the couch, the twins asleep in their little cribs, their soft breathing the only calm in the chaos of emotions swirling around me. Daisy’s mother sat across from us, still pale from her ordeal but composed enough to sip slowly from her tea. Her father leaned back in his chair, silent, still carrying the weight of grief in his eyes.I had been debating in my head for the past hour whether I should ask the question burning inside me. My throat felt dry, and my hands trembled slightly as I finally forced myself to speak.“Um… Mrs. Anderson…” My voice was tentative, careful, almost unsure if it was the right mome

Daphne's POV The moment we walked through the door, something inside me snapped. I couldn’t hold it in anymore. All the doubts, all the confusion, the hurt and anger that had been simmering since the DNA results—they erupted like a volcano.I turned sharply to face Daisy’s mother, my voice trembling but loud. “No! I won’t have it anymore! You have to tell me the truth!” I shouted. “Try—try to remember if you ever had twins! Tell me you didn’t!”She looked at me, her eyes wide with shock, but firm. “Daphne… I already told you, I didn’t have twins,” she said quietly, her tone calm, almost impossibly calm given the storm raging in me.I felt a hot flush of anger sweep through me. “You liar!” I screamed, my voice echoing off the walls. “You gave birth to me, and then you abandoned me! You left me to die! Stop denying it and just admit."Oliver stepped between us, his hands gently but firmly on my shoulders, but I shook him off, too furious and hurt to listen. I sank to my knees, my tears