Semua Bab The Twin's Secret: A Billionaire's Tempting Proposal: Bab 11 - Bab 20

Daphne's POV For a second, Oliver just stood there watching and listening to my rants. Until he couldn't take more of it.“Daisy let's not do this. Don't forget that you're not supposed to raise your voice…”“Fuck you! Fuck your stupid rules! You and those rules can go to hell for all I care. And don't call me Daisy. I'm not your wife!”Suddenly, Oliver pulled me from behind, covering my mouth with his big palms.“Mmmm…let me go!” I said in a muffled tone.“You'll have to learn this simple things or I'll be forced to teach you.” With his palms still on my mouth, he began dragging me to the bedside.I struggled, kicked, pushed but it was all to no avail. He was too strong for me.Then, I swerved and before I could bat an eyelid, I landed on the bed with Oliver right on top of me.Everything seemed to pause at that moment, as we stared at each other. I felt the blood go warm and my face flush when his eyes lingered on mine.Then, he looked down at my lips and it took everything in me n

Daphne's POV Saturday mornings used to mean sleeping in, curled up under threadbare covers in my small apartment, with the occasional noise of honking horns and neighbors yelling down the street. But here, in this gilded cage of chandeliers and silk bedsheets, Saturday began with silence. A heavy kind of stillness that stretched down the halls like fog.I wasn’t sure what pulled me out of bed so early, but when I stirred and blinked at the morning light filtering through the tall windows, I felt a nudge in my chest—a quiet urge. Without bothering to brush my hair or fix my face, I slipped into a soft robe and stepped into the hallway, drawn to the one place that brought me warmth in this cold, scripted mansion.The twins’ room.I hadn’t seen them since earlier in the week. Between Brittany’s training marathons and Oliver’s icy distance, I’d barely had time to breathe—let alone see Delilah and Dahlia. But this morning felt different. I wanted to see them. No, I needed to.The moment

Oliver's POV From the moment I sat at my desk that morning, trying to catch up on contract revisions and market reports, something felt… off. Not in the usual business sense; numbers were fine, stocks were stable but in the atmosphere. The mansion was too lively today.Then I heard it- ripples of laughter and giggles.Soft, high-pitched, uncontainable giggles echoing faintly through the hallway and right into my office.At first, I dismissed it. Must be kids playing. Maybe Brittany had let them watch a cartoon or something. But when the laughter continued, added with squeals and more chaos, I frowned and pressed the intercom.“Philip,” I said, summoning one of the senior house staff.He arrived promptly, as always, bowing slightly at the door. “Yes, sir?”“What’s that noise?”Philip tilted his head, clearly already aware of what I meant. “The noise, sir?”“That—” I pointed upward. “The giggling. The chaos. What’s going on?”He hesitated, which annoyed me even more.“Speak.”He straig

Daphne's POV I would have waited till tomorrow to speak with Oliver but no. Time is of the essence. I didn't care about the rules anymore.Not after what Brittany told me.Five days. In five days, those girls would turn three, and no one was going to mention it—not a card, not a balloon, not even a birthday hug. Because Oliver didn’t want to stir media attention? Please. That wasn’t a reason. That was cowardice wrapped in cold logic.I stormed down the hallway, heading toward the part of the estate I had been specifically told not to enter. His private wing. I remembered the instruction clear as day: “You’re not to enter my quarters unless invited.” Well, screw the invitation. This wasn’t about him anymore.I turned the corner and entered the section of the house I’d never dared explore. The air even felt different. Cooler, quieter, like even the walls held their breath here. I slowed my steps, unsure which door belonged to him.“Damn it,” I muttered under my breath, stopping at the

Daphne's POV “March 11th,I smiled for the camera, for the kids, for Oliver. But inside, I felt hollow. I don’t know when it started… this feeling of floating through my own life like a stranger. I used to dream of a perfect family. I thought I had it. So why does it hurt to wake up every day?”I flipped to another entry.“July 2nd,Everyone says I’m lucky. Married to Oliver Blackwood. A beautiful home. Healthy children. But sometimes I wonder if anyone sees me. Truly sees me. I’m tired of pretending I’m fine.”I felt a lump rise in my throat. Daisy hadn’t been happy. The perfect life she portrayed had been a mask, just like the one I was now forced to wear.But what hurt more was that she never wrote why she was so deeply sad. The pain was there, clear and bleeding through every line, but no explanation followed. No betrayal, no trauma, no specific reason. Just… emptiness.I set the journal aside and noticed a smaller box underneath it.I pulled it out and opened it.It contained le