Semua Bab The Twin's Secret: A Billionaire's Tempting Proposal: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Daphne's POV She handed me another folder. Inside was a list of names.“These are the primary guests who’ve been invited every year. Most of them are close enough to Daisy to catch even the slightest difference in your behavior.”I scanned the list.“Jade Andrew,” Brittany began. “Daisy’s secretary and her shadow. Jade’s been with her for nearly eight years. She’s loyal, smart, and very observant. She’ll know something’s off the second you call her by the wrong nickname or mention the wrong date.”“Got it. Jade. Don’t screw up.”“Next is Xavier Jones. Oliver’s business associate. He’s close to the family, was even at the twins’ christening. Not a threat necessarily, but he’s chatty and likes to observe people.”“Noted.”“His wife, Christine, is Daisy’s cousin. She’s sweet but opinionated. She and Daisy didn’t always get along, but they kept it civil for family gatherings. Christine will probably be watching for cracks in your story. She always suspected Daisy wasn’t happy.”That made

Oliver's POV It was her silence that shifted the supposed anger in me.Daphne stood with her back to me, shoulders trembling, hands wrapped around her. The room was quiet but unbearably heavy. I should have walked out, ended the argument and given us both space to cool off.But I couldn’t.Not when I saw the way her fingers curled into the fabric of her robe as though holding herself together. Not when I heard that small, involuntary sniffle escape her lips. She was crying.Something inside me fractured.I took a slow step forward. Then another.“Daphne…” I said softly, my voice stripped of its earlier frustration.She didn’t turn around. But I could hear her breath hitch as she tried to suppress a sob. The sound pierced through every wall I’d built around myself.Without thinking, I reached out and wrapped my arms around her from behind.She stiffened at first, caught off guard, but then melted into me like she’d been waiting, needing this closeness all along. Her body trembled viol

Daphne's POV It was just past eight in the morning, but the entrance was already buzzing with people rushing in and out, nurses pushing wheelchairs, the sharp smell of disinfectant lingering in the air even before I stepped out.I pulled my hood a little further down over my forehead and adjusted the oversized sunglasses hiding half my face. My hands were stuffed deep into the pockets of the gray hoodie I wore."Wait here, Ma'am." said the man in the front passenger seat, Ethan, my assigned head of security. He stepped out first and scanned the area, his hand lightly brushing the gun at his hip. Then he opened the back door for me. I took a deep breath and climbed out.The cold morning air stung my cheeks as I walked toward the hospital entrance, accompanied on both sides by two of Oliver’s security men. Ethan led the way with the kind of confidence that drew attention, which made me nervous. But no one gave us more than a passing glance—just another wealthy visitor with bodyguards,

Daphne's POV The house was covered in a quietness so deep, even the air seemed to hold its breath. It was past eleven, late enough that every hallway was shadowed, every room too.Only the dim lights lining the corridor spilled a gentle golden light as I walked barefoot toward the kitchen, clad in my pale pink nightdress and robe. I moved carefully, careful not make a sound.Tomorrow was the twins’ birthday, and while the mansion buzzed with plans for a grand party, I wanted to give them something small. Something simple. Something from me. A little cake, just for the morning. Something to say, “I see you. I love you. You matter.”I hadn’t grown up with surprises like that. I had never celebrated my birthdays either. My childhood had been normal days with adopted mother.Love had felt like a prize I had to earn. But those little girls upstairs? They deserved better. And if I could give it to them, even in small ways, then I would.I stepped into the kitchen, flipping on the lights. T

Daphne's POV I had barely taken a sip of my coffee when Brittany came bursting into the kitchen, barefoot and energized, her curly hair tied up in a loose bun.“I just saw the twins!” she gasped, eyes wide. “They were licking chocolate off their fingers and mumbling something about a mini cake! You didn’t…”“I did.” I grinned, holding my mug like a trophy. “It was a little surprise cake. Candles and all. Oliver and I woke them up at dawn.”Brittany dropped onto the barstool across from me. “You’re turning into a real mom.”I smiled at the word. Mom. It didn’t sting as much as it used to. It actually… settled on my shoulders like something I wanted to earn.“They were so excited,” I murmured. “Their faces lit up. I’ll never forget it.”Brittany leaned forward and squeezed my hand. “You’re doing amazing. They’re lucky to have you.”I swallowed past the warmth in my throat and stood up. “Well, no time to cry now. We’ve got a party to throw.”The next hours that followed were busy ones.