All Chapters of Pregnant With The Billionaire's Twins : Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

Dacre’s povAfter a few minutes of silence, Renée decided to open up to me.“What is wrong with you?” She asked.I didn’t answer. Instead, I reached down, pulled a bottle from under the seat—whiskey. Expensive, smooth, but right now I just needed the burn. I twisted the cap off, raised it, and let the liquid scorch down my throat.Half gone in a few gulps. I dropped the bottle back down with a thud.“I don’t want to talk to you,” I said. My voice was calm, flat. Dead, almost.She stared at me. I could feel her eyes on me, but I didn’t meet them. I kept my gaze fixed on the dark window, watching the lights blur past as we drove closer to the party.A long pause, then her voice again. Tighter this time.“Do you even realize what you’re doing? Acting like this, being cold, being drun… you’re going to ruin yourself. Do you want the investors to think you’re unstable?”I turned then, slowly, and looked at her. Her face was flushed, angry, but behind it… worried. Or maybe desperate.I smirk

Dacre’s povThe room was a hum of noise, glassy tinkles, hushed laughs, and voices that tried to make themselves more important than the next. I was in the middle of it all, whiskey in hand, being circled by three men who smelled like cigars and money. They were all laughing at some joke one of them had made about yachts or something but I wasn’t really listening. Nodding and smiling where I needed to. It was all part of the act. Blend in. Pretend to care.One of them got closer, slapping me on the back with a chuckle thrown my way for laughs sake. “Dacre my boy you own the sharpest suits in this joint i tell ya what- where do you even get em' tailored?”I smirked, took a sip, shrugged. “Anywhere that charges too much.”They laughed, loud and fake. I almost lost my mind until my mother showed up.“Dacre.” Her tone sliced the air in a soft, low, but no less commanding way. I glanced up in time for her spectral figure to fill my peripheral vision. “Excuse me gentlemen. Can I borrow my s

Katherine’s povThe driver pulled off, and silence filled the car. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking. I tried to hide it by clutching Diana tighter, but Jordan noticed. He always noticed.“Kat,” he whispered. “Come on, talk to me, please. I’m here. Don’t close me out like this.”“I saw him,” I said while looking out the window. “There’s nothing to say.”“That’s not all,” Jordan pushed, leaning forward. “He looked at you, didn’t he? He saw you? What did he say?”My throat closed. I shook my head. “I don’t want to repeat it.”John finally spoke, calm but firm. “Jordan, back off.”But he wasn’t through. He rubbed his forehead then groaned dramatically. “And you have to stop running every time he’s in the room, Kat.” He obviously wasn’t finished despite John’s cautioning look because as soon as he’d exhaled loudly and shook his head, I realized he was about to voice his concerns again. “I mean geez! Shit happened in your past sure, but if this guy’s stepping back into your life then how do y

Katherine’s povWalking back into the gala felt like walking into fire. The air was too bright, too loud, everyone turning to look like I’d just fallen from the sky. Jordan leaned in close. “You don’t have to overdo it. Just breathe, okay?”It didn’t take long before someone from the committee spotted me, whispered to someone else, and then suddenly… my name was called on stage.“Katherine!” A man in a tux with a microphone was smiling too wide. “Would you honor us with a few words? Please, come up.”I froze. My stomach dropped straight to the floor.Jordan’s hand pressed against the small of my back. “This is good. This is your moment. Go.”The crowd clapped lightly and encouragingly. The kind of clapping that meant if you say no, you’ll look small.I nodded and went up to the stage.And just like that, the panic shifted. No. I wasn’t that girl anymore.I stepped to the mic. “Good evening,” I started. Heads turned to me.“So to be honest, I didn’t plan on speaking today but I’m gla

Dacre’s pov The house felt too quiet when we pulled in. I hated it. The quiet in the room made me think well as soon as the car stopped. I opened the door with a shelf as I didn’t wait for anyone else. I need air.I needed distance.Without waiting for anyone else, I stormed into the house with the staff looking at me and bowing, as I ignored Renée’s call behind me. When I got into my study, I slammed the door shut and locked it as I went to sit on my plush leather chair and got out my phone from my pocket.“Locate her.” I kept my voice low as I started talking to the guy on the other end. ”I don't care how long it takes for you to find everything about her. Find all you can about Katherine. Where she's staying, who she's with, and how she ended up having two children.”There was silence on the other end. “Sir, with all due respect, we already traced her. Katherine is… she’s not the same woman.”“What the fuck does that mean?”“She’s built something, sir. A company. A very successf