Semua Bab The Twin's Secret: A Billionaire's Tempting Proposal: Bab 71 - Bab 80

Jade's POVThe rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor was the only sound filling the dimly lit hospital room. I sat in the chair beside Daphne's bed, my eyes trained on her pale, bruised face. The sterile scent of antiseptic filled the air, mixed faintly with the floral aroma of the lotion I had gently rubbed into her arms earlier. Her breathing was shallow but steady, her chest rising and falling beneath the hospital blanket.It had been hours since Oliver left, and now the world outside had gone dark, cloaked in the silence of midnight. I hadn't moved much, afraid that even the rustle of my coat would disturb her peace. A thousand thoughts circled my mind, none of them settling. How did we get here? How did a simple plan turn into a nightmare?The girl lying in the bed looked nothing like the poised heiress of Symphonic Ballet Theatre. She looked... broken. Wounded. Not just in body, but in spirit. And that tore something in me. Because no matter how this all started, Daphne didn't de

Daphne's POV I sat in the back seat of the car, my face turned toward the window, watching the world blur by in silence. Trees swayed gently in the summer breeze, flowers bloomed along the roadside, and the sun glowed warm over everything. But inside me, there was nothing. No warmth. No sound. Just the weight of my own breath and the echo of screams that still lived in my mind.Oliver had tried to speak to me at the hospital. He’d tried again as we walked out of the ward and into the parking lot. I didn't respond. What was there to say? I was tired—of pain, of pretending, of trying to make sense of a world that had turned me into someone I barely recognized.When we arrived at the house, Brittany was already outside waiting. The moment she caught sight of me, she rushed forward, her expression filled with relief and worry all at once. “Oh my goodness, Mrs. Daisy! Thank God you're okay,” she said, reaching out carefully, like I was made of glass.I offered her the softest smile I coul

Oliver's POV The house was too quiet. Not the comforting kind of silence that came after a long day—but the heavy, suffocating kind that wrapped itself around my throat like guilt. Every room I passed seemed colder. Daphne hadn’t said a word to me since we got home. Not a glance. Not a sigh. Nothing.I had followed her out of duty at first. I thought maybe she needed someone to lean on. But when we got home and Brittany greeted her, she gave the smallest smile and let herself be led to her room without a second thought. I followed, standing just at her door, watching her, hoping she’d say something—anything.But she looked at me with those tired, wounded eyes and said quietly, "Please. I want to be alone."I nodded. What else could I do?I turned and left her room, every step away from her feeling like I was walking through quicksand. I should have said something. Apologized. Tried again. But I was a coward, wrapped in shame and afraid of how deeply I’d failed her.---I couldn’t sit

Daphne's POV (The next morning)The sound of tiny feet padding across the marble floor pulled me out of my thoughts.I looked up just in time to see the twins rushing toward me, arms outstretched, their pigtails bouncing as they giggled with uncontainable excitement. Both girls were dressed in matching yellow sundresses, their curls tied up with pink ribbons. They looked like a burst of sunshine in human form.“Mommy!” Dahlia squealed first, throwing her arms around my waist.Delilah wasn’t far behind, wrapping her little hands around my arm and pressing her cheek into my side. “We missed you!”I froze for a second. They weren’t really mine—technically. But ever since I stepped into this role, something about these girls had burrowed deep inside me. Their love didn’t feel fake. It felt pure. Unfiltered. Healing.And for the first time since I came back home from that cold, dark nightmare, I smiled. Really smiled.“I missed you both too,” I said, kneeling so I could hug them properly.

Daphne's POV The ride to the hospital the next morning was mostly quiet. I was tired, not just in my body, but in my mind and heart. My head rested gently against the car window as the city rolled by. The rhythm of the road calmed me a little, but I couldn't stop glancing at the man beside me…Oliver.He hadn't asked many questions, just said, "I'll take you." There was no need for details. He simply showed up when I needed someone, like he promised he would. And maybe that was all I really needed at that moment."You okay?" he asked quietly.I nodded, not trusting my voice. A part of me wanted to open up, tell him everything I had carried for so long. But how could I? I was already pretending to be someone else. Telling the truth wasn't an option."Thanks for driving me," I finally said."You don't have to thank me. I'm here because I want to be."I looked at him. There was sincerity in his voice. It wasn't just an obligation. It was something else…care? Maybe he really cares…he can'