Pregnant With The Billionaire's Twins のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 201 - チャプター 210

Renee’s povThe world blurred. All I could see was the diamond in the velvet box and Dacre’s eyes staring at me with desperate hope. My head froze.It wasn’t a simple question. It was a trap. A bomb.The living room was full of flowers. White roses everywhere. Faces watched me. People I once called “friends.” They all smiled, wide and fake, like they were waiting for blood.And behind them, proud and glowing, stood Zelda.Then my eyes caught something else. My mother. She stood at the staircase, dressed in an old outfit, two seasons behind. She looked small, awkward, like she didn’t belong. But she was here.Why? How?My thoughts spun. Jake’s hands on my waist. His story about family and survival. My promise to call. Then Dacre, kneeling, holding out everything I had thought I wanted.Two men. Two worlds. One choice.A strange calm came over me. I had to perform. Just like always.I smiled, slow and shaky. I prayed it looked like happiness and not fear.“Yes,” I whispered. The word w

Renee’s povI watched him go through the doors. He did not look back. His shoulders were tight. He looked hurt and it made me feel sick. I had put that look on his face. I had done this.My chest felt heavy as my head spun. I needed air even when I was outside. I needed a second to think.Then I heard my mother’s voice behind me.“There you are,” she said in a calm but sharp manner.I turned. She had followed me out. Of course she had. She stood close, her face full of small worry.“What is wrong with you?” she asked. Her voice was louder now. “You look white as paper. What did you and Dacre whisper about? You should be happy. This is your party.”“It’s nothing, mother,” I said. I kept my voice steady, but it shook inside.“Don’t ‘nothing’ me, Renee,” she said. Her tone got sharp. “I did not come out here to watch you ruin the best thing you have. Tell me. Now.”I could not tell her. How do you tell your mother you sent your new husband’s uncle into danger? How do you say you sold you

Dante’s povA voice answered, rough and frightened, “Push forward! He’s in there, boys! Clear the trees!”“Keep moving,” another voice urged. “We surround him. Don’t stop.”“Shut up and shoot,” a man spat, but his voice shook.I sighed and let my blade catch the light of the moon.“You brought numbers,” I said, “and you thought that made you safe. You thought you found a target. You should have brought someone who knew how to be quiet.”“You old bastard,” one of them yelled back. “You won’t stand a chance out here.”“Maybe,” I answered, “but I have had a long time to plan a house that will not be easy to take.”A young man’s voice, raw with fear, broke in. “We should pull back, boss. Too many down.”“Pull back?” another shouted. “You want Marcus’s wrath? Keep moving!”That was when it hit me. Was he alive? I had shot him down. But maybe I had not done a very good job at killing him. A smile came on my face. This dance was about to be good.Grenades clinked and someone shouted, “Fire o

Renee’s POVI woke up that morning with the sun brimming bright into my room. I sighed and got up as I felt a bit of guilt down in my stomach.I needed to go talk to him and at least try to clear the air between us. Something had to give.Dacre was already outside when I went out to talk to him, sitting with a paper in his hands, hiding behind it like always. I had known I would find him there. I got to the doorway and stood with a sigh. “Hey,” I said in a soft tone as he didn’t say anything. Can we… can we talk?”The paper lowered slow. Whatever small closeness we had last night was gone.“If this is about whatever had you acting so strange,” he said, his voice flat, “then I don’t want to know.” He folded the paper quickly, the sound sharp. “Go handle whatever it is yourself. I am busy.”The words cut, but at the same time they gave me a way out. He didn’t want the truth.“Look, I’ll handle it. I just wanted to make sure we are still cool.”He gave a small grunt, nothing more, and

Katherine’s povThe room was quiet except for the twins breathing soft in their bassinets. Four months old and already my whole world. Four months has passed and I was so glad that everything was going good. A knock came on the door as I looked up.“Yeah?” I whispered.Jordan slipped in. He looked older these days. More sure of himself. Not the same boy who came to me scared months ago.“They out?” he asked, glancing at the bassinets.“Finally,” I said. “The tiny tyrants have given me a break. For now.”He smiled, but not really. He stayed standing, hands in his pockets.“Good,” he muttered. “That’s good.”I looked at him. Something was wrong. “Jordan, what is it?”“Can we talk? Just for a minute?”I nodded. “Of course. Sit.”“I was thinking about going back. To school. Finish my degree.” He sat in a seat across me.I blinked. “School?”“Yeah.” His words came fast now, like he’d been holding them in. “I only had a year left, Kath. Just one. And I don’t wanna lose that. I wanna finis