All Chapters of The Twin's Secret: A Billionaire's Tempting Proposal: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

Daphne's POV I knelt on the cottage floor, my wrists burning from the rope Xavier had tied, my heart pounding as Daisy stood over us, her face twisted with anger. Oliver was beside me, his hands bound, his knees pressed into the hardwood, his eyes fixed on Daisy, who was alive, her new face a stranger’s but her voice unmistakably my sister’s.Xavier stood nearby, holding the pistol, his expression cold, his words about us ruining Daisy’s life still ringing in my ears. Lucas and two other men stood by the door, their faces blank, ready to follow Xavier’s orders. The air was thick with tension, and I felt trapped, helpless, as Daisy’s pain poured out, her belief in Xavier’s lies driving every word.“You betrayed me,” Daisy said, her voice shaking as she glared at Oliver, her hands clenched into fists. “You let them say I was dead, let her take my place.” She pointed at me, her eyes wet with tears. “You raised my twins with her, lived my life, while I was alone, forgotten.”Oliver shook

Daphne's POV The night air was cold as Oliver and I left the cottage, the flashing lights of the police cars and ambulance casting shadows across the gravel. My legs felt weak, my hands trembling, and my heart ached with a pain I couldn’t name. I’d never seen a dead body before, and now I’d watched my twin sister, Daisy, and Xavier die right in front of me, their blood staining the cottage floor.Daisy’s face, altered by surgery but still hers, haunted me—her final moments filled with despair, her hand limp in mine after she’d stabbed herself. I’d tried to save her, to reach her, but I’d failed, and the guilt was crushing, mixing with the shock of seeing her alive only to lose her again.Oliver’s arm was around me, his grip steady but his face pale, his eyes red from tears. The police had taken our statements, their voices calm but firm, and they’d let us go after confirming we’d acted in self-defense. Lucas and his men were in custody, the ambulance had taken Daisy and Xavier’s bodi

Daphne's POV The morning of Daisy’s funeral was gray, the sky heavy with clouds as I stood in the living room of Willowbrook, my hands fidgeting with the hem of my black dress. The twins were upstairs with Brittany, too young to understand the funeral, and I was grateful for that, not ready to explain their mother’s death. I’d barely slept since the night at the cottage, the images of Daisy’s blood-soaked body and Xavier’s lifeless form burned into my mind.I’d never seen death before, and the shock of losing my twin sister, only hours after finding her alive, left me hollow. The guilt was worse—knowing I’d shot Xavier by accident, knowing Daisy had believed his lies and died because of them. I should’ve seen through Vera, should’ve saved her, but I’d failed, and the weight of it crushed me.Oliver came downstairs, his suit neat but his face tired, his eyes red from the grief we both carried. He took my hand, his grip warm, and squeezed it gently. “You ready?” he said, his voice soft

Daphne's POV The ballet studio felt like a sanctuary, the familiar creak of the wooden floor and the soft hum of music pulling me back to something normal. It had been two weeks since Daisy’s funeral, and I’d returned to dancing, needing the routine to keep me grounded. The twins were back at school, their laughter a small light in the heavy days, and Oliver was at work, his steady presence a comfort when I woke from nightmares of the cottage—Daisy’s blood, Xavier’s still body, the shock of death I’d never seen before. I moved through pliés, my muscles warming, my mind focused on each step. The other dancers were kind, their voices quiet around me, aware of my loss without saying it. I appreciated their silence, not ready to talk about Daisy or the cottage. But as I danced, a strange feeling crept in, like someone was watching me, their eyes heavy on my back. I glanced at the studio mirrors, expecting to see a face, but there was only my reflection, tired and pale. The unease settle

Daphne's POV It had been a week since I’d told Oliver about the feeling of being watched, the footsteps in the studio, and the car following me. His apology and the family dinner had eased some of the tension, but the unease lingered, a shadow that followed me everywhere.I was driving home from the studio, the evening sky gray, my hands tight on the wheel. The twins were with Brittany, and Oliver was at work, planning to meet us for dinner. I’d checked my mirrors all day, watching for the dark car I’d seen before, but the road seemed clear.I turned onto a quiet street, the ballet theater behind me, when a van pulled out from a side road, cutting me off. I slammed on the brakes, my heart racing, and before I could react, two huge men in black masks jumped out, yanking open my door. I screamed, my hands fumbling for my phone, but one grabbed my arms, pulling me from the car, while the other covered my mouth, his grip strong.“Don’t fight,” one said, his voice low, rough, as they drag