All Chapters of Pregnant With The Billionaire's Twins : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Dahlia’s povThe moment he left I looked at my husband who was still standing there in shock. His back held against me.I tried to talk to him as I opened my mouth to say something but I noticed there was nothing to say. It was useless. What could I even tell him. That yes I had been the one to go ahead and break his son away from him? That was stupid.I couldn’t even say that to him. It wasn’t like I cared about this family. I cared about the money and benefits I would get from it.As much as I was excited that they were all fighting because of me, I felt a prickling sensation telling me that I had done something wrong.I turned to leave as he spoke.“Is it true?” He asked as I looked at him whose back was still turned to me. “Is what true?” I asked slowly as his shoulder shook like he was crying or laughing? I couldn’t tell which one.“Oh don’t play games with me dahlia. Is what he said true?” “He said a lot of things. I don’t know which is true or false.”He turned to me and I co

Katherine’s povThe hum of the office was a good sound. It was the sound of things working. Of people being bright and clear, keyboards clacking and a project in its groove. I stood in the doorway to the meeting room as I leaned by the wall to listen in on their conversations. My workers were talking about things that I had no care for but they were my workers and I was trying to build a relationship with them so I had to listen.“—so I told Fred we’d be shipping this week,” said Marcy, one of the old workers before I bought the place, with an assertive finger at her monitor, “and that I think that betas-per-developer charts are going to end up better than years past.”A laugh went around the room. “Alright, alright, enough gloating,” I said, stepping in. They all looked up, a little startled, they didn’t know I had been listening. The last CEO liked silence and fear much better than donuts and actual human conversation. “Seriously, though. I know the last few weeks have been chaos.

Dacre’s povThe first thing I noticed was the pain. It wasn’t really strong pain any more, just a dull throb, deep in my chest and left shoulder. The room was too bright. Someone had opened the curtains again. I’d told them not to.Another day then. Sunlight poured over the ludicrously thick rug on the floor. Little motes of dust swam lazily in the beam, making more use of their existences than I was currently doing with mine lying here on the bed being healed.Which is basically a polite way to say “wait, don’t do anything”.Without a knock, the door just opened. Obviously. It’s our house according to her.She was there, against the doorway light showing softly behind her. Her eyes scanned over me like I was a piece of art that had been badly damaged and poorly restored. Disappointment washed right off of her."The financial advisors were here this morning," my mother said, not quite entering the room. Just her head poking through a crack in the door. "I told them to go."I didn't re

Dacre’s povI looked up and used my towels to clean my forehead.“I asked for the head maid. Not you. Go and call her.”A thin, superior smile touched her lips. It was the same look Renee got when she knew she’d won a point. “I am the head maid now, sir.”The words didn’t register at first. It was so absurd I almost laughed. “What did you just say?”“Madam Zelda and Miss Renee felt a… change in management was necessary. I’ve been appointed head of household staff.” The anger that had been a steady burn in the gym suddenly went ice-cold. What did she mean? So first off Katherine has run away then grace was removed as head maid. Something was definitely going on. “My mother. And Renee.” I said it slowly, letting each word land. “They appointed you. Head maid. In my house.”“It was felt that a fresh perspective was needed,” she said, her chin lifted. “To better align with the family’s future.”“The family’s future,” I repeated, my voice dangerously quiet. I walked slowly towards her

Zelda’s povStanding in the garden there while the scent of my own roses choked me was not on my list of things to do that day. What was going on? How did we even get here?I stood there in shock while watching my own son embarrass me with his stupid show. Every word he had said to me was a trap and the funny thing was that I had fallen for it. How stupid was I to have fallen for such madness? I turned to my side to see Renee pacing around in rage as she ate her perfectly manicured nails. This was getting to her too. She then looked at me and saw me staring at her as she rushed to me. “Zelda. Zelda. He made a spectacle of her! Of us! What do we even do?”I looked away as I didn’t want to look at her. My eyes were fixed on the scene unfolding. Grace, that simpering, loyal fool, was being swarmed by the other maids. They were patting her shoulders, hugging her. They looked… happy. I was disgusted by the thought of her being happy. What was she happy about? I looked to see Carla on th