The Twin's Secret: A Billionaire's Tempting Proposal のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

Daphne's POV A soft melody began to play from the grand piano in the corner of the ballroom, signaling a shift in the atmosphere. The murmurs of conversation dulled slightly as the lights dimmed, and a hush of anticipation spread across the room.Then came the whispers.“They’re coming,” someone said nearby.“Oh, the twins! I can’t wait to see them,” murmured another voice.I turned toward the staircase just as two small figures appeared at the top—identical in every way except for the color of their dresses. Delilah wore soft lilac, while Dahlia glowed in buttercup yellow. Their curls were pinned with delicate flower clips, and they held hands as they started down the stairs, a careful, elegant descent that mirrored everything Brittany and I had rehearsed earlier that week.My heart fluttered in my chest—not just from nerves, but something deeper. Watching them—those girls who didn’t even know I wasn’t the woman they believed me to be—felt like being pierced in a thousand quiet plac

Daphne's POV The music kept playing gently in the background, and all eyes shifted toward us, like the room itself was holding its breath. I could feel Oliver shift beside me, his body tensing slightly as the silence grew.I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. How could I gracefully bow out of a ballet dance I’d never once learned without throwing suspicion onto myself? A cold panic gripped me, leaving my limbs numb. One wrong move and the entire act I had so carefully upheld could come crumbling down.Then Oliver stepped forward, like a shield between me and the mounting pressure. His voice was calm, smooth, and just loud enough for nearby guests to hear.“Daisy’s not in her best form tonight,” he said with a chuckle, glancing around at the small crowd forming. “She twisted her ankle earlier while checking on the kids. Nothing serious, but definitely not dance-ready. And,” he added with a grin, “she hasn’t really been practicing since the twins were born. Three years of motherhoo

Oliver’s POVShe was laughing again—soft and light, the kind of sound that tugged at something deep in me I didn’t know still existed.Her cheeks were tinged pink, her eyes glassy but bright, her entire body sinking further into the velvet armchair like she had finally allowed herself to breathe. She looked... happy. Free. A stark contrast from the guarded woman who had arrived weeks ago with pain tucked behind every smile.I couldn’t stop looking at her.And I was trying—I really was. Because the lines between what was real and what was pretend had blurred so much lately, I wasn’t sure if I was still protecting her or falling for her.Her fingers fumbled slightly as she placed the empty glass on the table beside her.“That was… wow,” she murmured, giggling. “That’s three, right?”I smiled faintly. “Three and a half, technically.”She tilted her head, eyes narrowing playfully. “You keeping score on me, Mr. Sinclair?”“I keep score on everything,” I replied, leaning back slightly, my e

Daphne's POVThe days that followed the twins' birthday party rolled by in a quiet lull. The buzz and excitement had long since faded, leaving behind a calm that was almost too silent. I spent most of my time at home, sometimes reading, other times strolling through the garden or organizing little fun moments with Delilah and Dahlia. I enjoyed those moments with them more than I had expected—their innocent laughter, their clingy hugs, the way they called me "Mommy" with so much trust. It made my chest ache, in a way I couldn't put into words.And Oliver? He had become a ghost in his own home.He said he was busy with work—late meetings, unexpected travels, deadlines. And I believed him. Mostly. (Not like I had a choice anyways). But that didn't erase the sting of disappointment every time I passed his study door, slightly ajar and empty, or glanced toward his side of the long dining table during dinner and found it vacant.Sometimes I caught myself thinking about that night in the fo

Jade's POV “You've stayed out of work for close to a month now. Rest looks so good on you Girllll, you're glowing!” I giggled and touched her cheeks. That move was specifically in a bid to feel her skin texture.The woman in front of me smiled back at me. She was beautiful, had the same facial features, just like my best friend. The resemblance was uncanny but I still knew that she wasn't Daisy. “Really? Thank you. I've not been stressing myself so much.” She replied.“I can't wait to see you back at the office. Everyone is expecting our return. Oh…except Joan of course. I'm sure she'd wish that you never show up again so that she can covet your position as Prima Ballerina.” I sneered.“You know,” I took her hand in mine, “it's only a matter of time before you return and give one of your breathtaking dance performances at the ballet theatre.” As I spoke, I rubbed her palm with my fingertips, still maintaining the smile on my face.“Of course. I can't wait to get back on stage.” She r