All Chapters of Pregnant With The Billionaire's Twins : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Katherine’s povI got out of the car and stretched as I closed the door behind me.Grace came to my side. “Your father is paying rent for this place?”“He owns the building actually. So the tenants pay their rents to him.”She nodded. “That’s a smart move.”We walked up the stairs and soon got to his floor as I knocked on the door,It took some time before it opened up for us to see my stepmother there.She saw me and grimaced. It was very clear she was not happy to see me.I looked at her, studying the face I’d not liked since she showed up. “What?”“I want to see my father,” I said without flinching.Before she could respond I pushed past her and into the house. She huffed and banged the door close as she followed me in.“Being rude I see,” she said as I walked into the living room.The living room was just as I recalled. Small. Stiff. Cold. Like no one actually lived in it. Grace was already on the couch when I came in.“Where’s Dad?” I said, turning to the woman who still hadn’t t

Katherine’s pov“You know what this is,” I said to him as I walked to the door and stopped.I turned to give him one last look.“You’re not a father anymore, you know that,” I said lowly. “You’re a puppet. And a shitty one at that.”His brows furrowed deep into his forehead and his jaw clenched. “Watch yourself, Katherine.”I scoffed at him and rolled my eyes. “Or what? You’ll finally start acting like a parent and punish me? You know… you let that woman walk all over you, steal from you, lie to your face and you still defend her.” I shook my head in disbelief. “Why are you doing this? Why are you letting her destroy everything we have?”He stood there gripping the phone in his hand. “That’s enough. Leave. And don’t ever come here threatening me again.”“Threatening you?” I laughed bitterly. “I’m not threatening you. I’m telling you the truth! But since you don’t want to hear it… Fine! I don’t care what happens to you anymore. Go on! Stay here with your wife and her perfect little fam

Renee’s povI got home and entered with a happy mood when Zelda’s voice cut through the joy I was feeling.“Renee?” she called from the kitchen. “Where have you been? I’ve been trying to reach you all day.”I looked at her as she got out of the kitchen and got out my phone to see multiple missed calls.“Oh…” I said. I swiped it on. “I didn’t check my phone. Sorry, Zelda. Is there anything you wanted?”“Yes. For you to get me something from the market.”“Oh we can go right…”“Nevermind. I sent the maids to fetch them.”I nodded. “Alright.”It was clear there was nothing I was doing for her as she walked back in the kitchen. With a tired sigh, my mood ruined and a halfhearted positive vibe that my plan would work; I headed to my room.***While undressing, I looked out of the window to enjoy the views when I saw Dacre getting out of his car. He looked so handsome. I couldn’t wait to get rid of Katherine. With her gone, I would have him all to myself. The thought of that made me happy.B

Renee’s povThe ride back home was quiet.Dacre didn’t speak and I didn’t either. Not like I had much to say. My thoughts were running rampant within my own head and I just stared out the window not really seeing the passing streets or how fast we were getting back to the estate. My hands were clenched in my lap, fingers digging into my thighs without notice and closed legs crossed at the ankles not trusting myself since… I hated how nervous I felt around him now… ever since Katherine came into the pictureShe was always there. Like some kind of pimple that just won’t go away.Soon we got into the estate and Dacre drove to the parking lot and parked as he got out. He came around and opened my door without a word. “Thanks.” I tried to smile.He nodded slightly, didn’t look at me and walked away fast, took his cellphone from his pocket and disappeared from the corner.I stood there for a second, watching him go and wondering if I should feel relieved or . . . well, rejected. And the

Renee’s povShe sighed. “We are having a get together today.”I raise a brow. “Who’s we?”Zelda raised an eyebrow. “What sort of get-together?”“Some of my old college friends,” my mother said. Her voice was light. “Rich women, mostly. Important families. It’s a little thing at the estate—more like an excuse to talk about people you haven’t seen in ten years and play games than anything else. Drink some wine and listen to music.”I gave her a dry look. “And?”“And,” she said, looking far too pleased with herself, “you’re both coming with me.”Zelda shifted in her chair, now interested. “Why?"Mother smirked, swiveling the last dregs of wine in her glass. “Because they’re all bringing their sons . . . and their husbands. And their friends. Wealthy friends. You know how it works.”I rolled my eyes. “So it’s a matchmaking dinner.”“Not necessarily,” she said, holding up a hand. “But you know… it doesn’t hurt to be seen. Especially not by the right people.”Zelda smiled and looked at me b