All Chapters of Pregnant With The Billionaire's Twins : Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Grace’s povWhile I was still enjoying my time in the bed, a knock came on the door which had me looking up. Who was that?My eyes snapped open. For a second, the old fear shot through me—Did I oversleep? Is Madam Zelda here?—before I remembered. This was my room. I was the head maid again.I smiled and got up as I pulled the robe tighter around me to make sure it didn’t fall open. I walked to the door and opened it just a crack.And there she was. Carla. Her face was filled with tears and she looked like a mess. Her perfect hair was coming undone. She looked… small. And pathetic.I almost burst out laughing begore I held myself and then I let it slide as I burst out laughing even louder than I wanted to. It was not a nice laugh. It was sharp and surprised and tasted like revenge. “Well, well. Look what the cat dragged in. Or should I say, what the cow kicked out.”She flinched like I’d slapped her. “Grace… please. Can I… can I come in? Please?”I looked at her from head to toe and th

Renee’s pov“Grace has been in this house since she was a teenager,” he shot back, his voice rising. “She taught some of the younger maids here how to tie a bow tie. She helped them learn their roles. She was loyal to me, and to Katherine. Not to some… some corporate ladder of maids you and my mother are trying to build. Who the hell are you to come in here and remove her from a position I gave her?”The way he said Katherine’s name—like it was a sacred thing—made something ugly twist in my gut. “I am trying to be your wife,” I said, the words coming out sharper than I intended. “I am trying to be a part of this family! That means having a say in how things are run!”“A say?” he laughed, but it was a cold, empty sound. “You call demoting a loyal woman to shoveling shit ‘having a say’? I call it a power play. A pathetic one. And you trying to be my wife is a joke. You will never be one so stop trying. You can go ahead and get married to my mother. Just like how you brought Carla in her

Dacre’s povThe next day I went to work. I couldn’t stay at home anymore and besides, I had been at home for so long.I sat in my limo as it drove to work and from the lots of people scattered around the front of the company, I knew someone had rattled on me coming to the company. The question was who.“Drive to the personal lot,” I said as my driver nodded and drove us there. We got there only to see more people there with their cameras. “Great,” I sighed. Just what I needed.He drove to a stop in my lot as I waited for him to open my door.It was showtime.He opened the door as the flash of cameras almost blinded me while I got out.Shouted questions I didn’t bother to process were levels to me but I ignored them. The weight of a thousand eyes bored down on me.I straightened my suit jacket. Impeccable. Armor. I didn’t smile. I didn’t wave. There was no time to look at them as I started walking towards the glass skyscraper.The shock in the lobby was almost a physical thing. The

Dacre’s POV Another VP, a woman named Rossi from marketing, spoke up. “I think we’re missing the human element. Sir, you’ve been through an ordeal. People know that. Let’s use that. Make the theme ‘Resilience.’ We highlight the company’s history of overcoming challenges. We could even have a portion of the proceeds go to a charity for… for trauma survivors or something. To be honest it sends a wonderful message and it makes you look compassionate and strong.”It was a bold pitch. Turning my kidnapping and shooting into a marketing opportunity. They all had wonderful ideas. Henderson’s greed, Cho’s caution, Evans’s ambition, Rossi’s calculated empathy. They were all watching me, waiting for a sign, a preference. They were trying to read me, this new version of their CEO who had come back from the dead with a bullet hole in him and a colder demeanor.I finally held up a hand, silencing the debate. “The orchestra is a no. This isn’t a wedding.” Henderson deflated. “The tech interactiv

Dacre’s povI wondered what she wanted to talk about as I nodded and stepped aside for her to come in.She walked in and I closed the door behind me to turn to her.“Before we start, I just want to ask… how are your injuries?”I sighed. “What are you doing here?”“Look, I get that you’re mad at me for something and that’s… that’s okay.”I folded my arms as she went on.“But we’re going to this party. Together. And… and people are going to be watching. Everyone will be looking at the great Dacre Thorne, back from the dead, and they’re going to be looking at who’s on his arm. They’ll be looking at us.”“I’m aware of how public events work, Renee,” I said, my voice flat.She flinched but rallied. “Right. Of course. So… so I just think we need to be on the same page. For it to look… convincing. That means… you know. You’ll have to… touch me. Hold my hand. Put your arm around me. Maybe… dance with me. Smile at me like you mean it. Or at least like you don’t totally despise me.”Every word