All Chapters of The Twin's Secret: A Billionaire's Tempting Proposal: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Oliver's POV Daphne’s breath caught. “What… what are you saying?”“I’m not sure if I’m their biological father,” I said, slowly turning to face her. “I’ve had doubts. Since before Daisy disappeared.”The color drained from her face. “You think Daisy cheated on you?”I nodded. “There was someone—Xavier. They were close. Too close. I confronted her once and she made me feel like I was going crazy. But I know what I saw. I know the way she changed when he was around.”Daphne stepped back slightly, processing. Her arms hugged herself tightly. “So… all this time, you’ve just been pretending?”“I’ve been trying,” I said, frustrated. “Trying to be the man they need. Trying to trust Daisy even though everything in my gut told me something was off. But today… when the doctor asked me to donate, I panicked. What if I don’t match? What if they find out I’m not…?”“She’s dying, Oliver,” Daphne cut in. Her voice was barely more than a whisper. “Delilah is fighting for her life in there, and you’r

Daphne's POV The morning sunlight streamed through the windows like warm ribbons of gold. I sat on the edge of the bed, brushing out the curls in my hair while Dahlia’s laughter echoed faintly from the garden. Her joy lifted my heart, even though a part of me was still tethered to Delilah’s hospital bed.She was still there… recovering. Breathing, healing, strong. And for that, I was grateful.Brittany stepped into the room with her usual grace. “Ma’am, Dahlia’s already in the garden. I just checked on her. She’s running around with her teddy again.”I smiled. “Thank you, Brittany.”She gave me a knowing look. “You look tired.”“I didn’t sleep much,” I confessed. “I kept thinking about Delilah, about yesterday, about... everything.”“You need to take care of yourself too, Daphne,” Brittany said softly as she brought over my pale blue dress. “You have your therapy today, right?”I nodded. “Yes. I’m going straight to the ballet theatre afterwards. I’ll pass by the hospital in the eveni

Daphne's POV A gentle knock on the office door pulled me from my thoughts."Come in," I called, straightening in my chair.Xavier stepped inside, his expression charmingly casual. He closed the door behind him, a soft but deliberate sound that echoed through the office. The air seemed to shift the moment he entered—his cologne, subtle and masculine, filled the space."Daisy," he said with a smile that was just a little too confident. "You’re back, and looking more stunning than ever."I gave a measured smile. "Thank you, Xavier. It's good to be back."He moved closer, eyeing me with a familiarity that made my skin prickle. He walked to the side of my desk and leaned against it, folding his arms in a casual pose."Everyone’s missed you," he said, his voice low, almost intimate. "But I think I missed you most. There’s been a certain... energy missing in this building."I forced a small laugh, unsure of how to respond without giving myself away. My heart pounded, but I tried to appear u

Christine’s POVThe soft hum of the evening breeze whispered through the partially opened windows of the study. A half-empty glass of red wine sat beside me, the rim smudged with the faintest trace of plum lipstick. I’d been swirling it in slow circles for the past five minutes, staring not at the wine but at the flames dancing in the fireplace.Something wasn’t right.No...someone wasn’t right and that someone was Daisy.Or... whoever she was pretending to be.I’d watched her closely at the board meeting earlier today. Her smile was just a little too perfect. Her tone, just a bit too careful. She dodged questions from Xavier with the grace of a ballerina—ironic, considering the context—but not with the same sharpness Daisy once wielded.The Daisy I knew wasn’t afraid of conflict. She’d meet you head-on, knock you back with a smile, and then walk away in Louboutins like nothing happened.But the woman who sat in that boardroom today? She flinched when Xavier questioned her about the 2

Christine's POV Evenings in the Wycliffe household were usually defined by soft classical music playing in the background, the clinking of glass over dinner, and Xavier’s carefully curated blend of scotch swirling in his tumbler. Joan would often be sprawled across the velvet chaise in the parlor, still in her ballet leotard, legs stretched in a perfect split as she scrolled through her phone or recited dance counts to herself.Tonight wasn’t much different—on the surface.I was curled up in the armchair, legs tucked beneath me, sipping from a cup of herbal tea while Xavier paced quietly near the window, phone in hand. The sheer curtains billowed with the night breeze. Joan, in her usual dramatic flair, had collapsed on the carpet after dinner, twirling one of her satin pointe shoes between her fingers, muttering something about her sore ankles.Everything seemed perfectly mundane… until Xavier’s phone lit up.He answered it immediately, stepping aside and lowering his voice.My ears