All Chapters of The Twin's Secret: A Billionaire's Tempting Proposal: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Evelyn's POV I couldn’t sit still.Back and forth, I kept pacing across the length of my living room, arms folded, heart pounding. The heels I wore this morning were already lying across the floor. I had kicked them off in frustration the moment I got home. My makeup was smudged now from the tears I refused to cry properly. But still, I was burning inside.Oliver Whitaker.I had given that man years of my life, my time, my body, my care. I was there when he said his marriage felt like a cage. I was the one who held him when he was stressed and bitter from work. I listened. I stayed. I made him feel alive again. And now? Just like that, he says he’s done?He used me. And now he thinks he can just walk away and go play happy family with another woman?No. He doesn’t get to win like that.I dropped onto the couch, my leg bouncing as I thought through everything. He had been acting weird lately. Distant. Less attentive. Ignoring my messages. And that dinner date we were supposed to have

Daphne's POV The familiar scent of antiseptic filled my nostrils the moment I stepped into the hospital corridor. The air was sterile and cold, the fluorescent lights above flickering faintly as I walked past the nurses' station. My heart pounded in my chest as the nurse led me to the private room at the end of the hallway.My mother had been recovering for weeks, but with everything going on, I hadn't been able to see her. Not properly. Not without lying to someone or sneaking around like a teenager breaking curfew.When we got to the door, the nurse offered me a kind smile and gestured toward it. "She’s awake. A little tired, but stable.""Thank you," I murmured.I opened the door slowly.There she was.Her face was pale, her frame thinner than I remembered, but her presence still held that calming force that always made me feel like everything would be alright. My mother. My anchor.She turned her head toward the door, and the moment her eyes met mine, tears spilled down my cheeks

Daphne's POV My eyelids felt like bricks.I tried to blink, but everything around me was blurry. The light above flickered weakly, casting a dim yellow haze across a cracked, concrete ceiling. My head throbbed, a deep, nauseating ache pulsing with every heartbeat. My throat burned, mouth parched and dry, and my limbs… I couldn’t move them.I struggled, only to feel a sharp sting at my wrists. They were tied, tightly. My ankles too. Panic slithered in like a cold wind. My body felt heavy, sluggish like I was drugged.The room around me came into clearer view: four concrete walls, a rusting metal door, no windows. The floor was grimy and damp. A single light bulb dangled above, its weak glow casting eerie shadows that danced like ghosts on the walls.*Where am I?*Bits and pieces of memory returned.I had gone to the hospital. I’d just seen my mother. I was relieved she was doing well. Then… the car. The road. A sharp sting. Something pressed to my face.Chloroform.And then—nothing.

Daphne's POV I stopped counting the hours.The silence around me was thick, swallowing every sound but the occasional drip of water from a pipe above me. Coldness curled into my bones. I’d long since given up screaming. The rough ropes around my wrists had turned my skin raw. Every movement burned.But the thought of giving up never crossed my mind. I had to survive, by any means. My life can't end this way, not in the hands of this seductress.It was night now. The shadows had grown deeper and the air heavier. I curled into the corner of the room, shivering, aching, starved. My stomach growled, but I didn’t touch the food the guard left hours ago. I couldn’t. Not after the way he looked at me, like I was already a corpse.It could be poisoned. Perhaps, Evelyn couldn't come up with creative ways to end my life.The time was fast ticking. With Evelyn away and the guards were busy doing God-knows-what, I had to get out.I shifted forcefully again and felt the edge of the tray brush aga

Jade's POV The car roared to life beneath my hands, the engine purring steadily as I shifted it into gear and pulled out of the woods. Oliver sat in the passenger seat, soaked and clutching Daphne tightly in his arms. Her wet hair clung to her pale cheeks, and her body shivered uncontrollably despite the coat he'd wrapped around her.My heart was still hammering from the moment I’d seen her leap from that cliff. And the way Oliver—without a second’s hesitation—had gone after her, diving headlong into danger, barefoot and desperate, like nothing else in the world mattered. I stole a glance at them through the rearview mirror.He was pressing his lips to hers again, giving her mouth-to-mouth, gently whispering her name between breaths. "Come on, Daphne. Come back to me. Please, come back."Then, like a miracle, I saw her cough. Water sputtered from her lips and she choked back air, her eyes flying open in terror. She gasped, disoriented, her hands clutching at his coat as if to make su