All Chapters of The Twin's Secret: A Billionaire's Tempting Proposal: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Xavier's POV The gala hall was packed, the chandeliers casting soft light over the crowd, their chatter filling the air as I sat at the VIP table with Christine. She was next to me, her face tight, her arms crossed, still giving me the cold shoulder from our fight last night. I kept my expression calm, nodding at people who passed, but my mind was on Daisy, who was on her way with Lucas.The ballet event was about to start, and I wanted her here, in the audience, to see her sister dancing in her place. My plan was simple: show her how easily she’d been replaced, make her bitter, and keep her tied to me. The gala was the perfect stage for that.I checked my phone, keeping it low so Christine wouldn’t notice. A message from Lucas popped up: “We’re here. Outside the hall.” My heart sped up, and I glanced at Christine, who was staring at the stage, her jaw set. “I need to step out for a second,” I said, keeping my voice casual.She didn’t look at me, just nodded slightly, her silence lou

Xavier's POV By morning, Daisy was becoming impatient because she spent all day indoors in the cottage. She paced the living room, her new face tight with frustration, her hands fidgeting with the hem of her shirt. The river’s hum outside was steady, but it did nothing to calm her. I sat on the couch, watching her, knowing I had to keep her focused, keep her angry, but her restlessness was a problem.The gala had been two days ago, and her bitterness toward Daphne and Oliver was still raw, fueled by my words about their betrayal. But her headaches and flashbacks worried me—if her memories came back, my story could fall apart. I needed to act fast, give her a plan to hold onto, something to channel her anger.“Daisy,” I said, keeping my voice calm, “sit down for a second. Let’s talk.”She stopped pacing, her eyes sharp as she looked at me. “I’m tired of being stuck here,” she said, her voice firm. “I saw them at the gala, Xavier. They’re living their lives, happy without me. What’s th

Xavier's POV I was waiting at the cottage when Daisy got back from the mall, the river’s steady hum outside doing little to ease my nerves. The plan to disguise her as Vera and send her to meet Daphne was risky, but it was the next step in keeping her angry, keeping her mine. I checked the camera feed on my phone, making sure no one had followed her, and paced the living room, my mind on how she’d pull it off. The door opened, and Daisy walked in, her short brown wig slightly crooked, her blue dress wrinkled from the drive. Her new face was tense, her eyes sharp with anger, and I knew something had happened. She dropped her purse on the table, her hands clenched, and looked at me, her voice shaking. “It worked,” she said. “I found her, Xavier. Daphne. I bumped into her at the mall, helped her with some bags, just like you said.”I sat on the couch, motioning for her to join me. “Good,” I said, keeping my voice calm. “Tell me everything. What happened?”She sat, her hands fidgeting,

Daphne's POV Mr. and Mrs. Anderson were leaving for Scotland today, their visit for the gala now over, and I felt a knot in my stomach as I helped them pack their bags in the guest room. They’d come hoping to support my performance, but also desperate for any news about Daisy, their daughter, whose body was still missing from the clinic. I carried their suitcase downstairs, where Oliver was waiting in the living room, his hands in his pockets. The twins, Dahlia and Delilah, were playing nearby, their laughter soft but a stark contrast to the tension in the room. Mr. Anderson was checking his phone, his face lined with worry, while Mrs. Anderson folded a scarf, her eyes red. “Daphne,” she said, her voice soft as she looked up, “thank you for having us. It meant a lot to see you dance.”I set the suitcase down, my throat tight. “I’m glad you were here,” I said, managing a smile. “It… it felt like Daisy was with us, in a way.”Mrs. Anderson nodded, her lips trembling. “We hoped there’

Daphne's POV I was in the kitchen, stirring a pot of soup for dinner, when my phone buzzed on the counter. The twins were upstairs with Brittany, their laughter drifting down, and Oliver was still at work, not due home for another hour. The past few days had been heavy, with Mr. and Mrs. Anderson’s tearful goodbye and their plea for news about Daisy’s body still weighing on me. I was trying to focus on the present, on the twins and my new friendship with Vera, who’d become a bright spot in all the gloom. Her call lit up my screen, and well…speak of the devil.I smiled, wiping my hands on a towel before answering. “Hey, Vera,” I said, my voice warm. “What’s up?”“Hey, Daisy,” she said, her voice light but with a strange edge, like she was holding something back. “I’ve got an idea. How about a surprise trip tomorrow? Just you and me, somewhere special. I promise it’ll be fun.”I leaned against the counter, curious. “A surprise trip?” I said, my smile widening. “Where to?”“That’s the