The Billionaire's Rejected Twins のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Bella sat on the edge of the bed, knees drawn up, with her arms wrapped tight around herself like she could hold the pieces together.The suite was too quiet now. No sounds but the faint hum of the city far below the windows and the echo of Lorenzo’s last words looping in her head.She stared at the scattered bills on the floor. Hundreds of them, Like she was some sort of service to be paid for and forgotten.The thought of her father crept in, uninvited. Alex Seneca, the man who owned Seneca’s Finances LTD, who moved politicians and money like chess pieces. The same man who’d raised her to stand tall, and to command rooms.Yet last night, he’d sold her future to old men for alliances. And this morning, a stranger had paid her to disappear.Humiliation burned fresh, deeper than any slap. She was supposed to be powerful, Instead, she felt small and Used.Bella stood up fast, but her legs staggered beneath her as the room tilted for a second. Her thighs ached, with her inner muscles s

Bella stepped inside her father’s mansion after the long, quiet drive. The heavy door clicked shut behind her, the sound echoing through the grand foyer.The staff moved around her with exaggerated care, heads slightly lowered, footsteps softer than usual, eyes flicking away the moment they landed on her. They knew. Her father was annoyed, and no one wanted to be the one who set him off.Bella’s stomach twisted with nerves. She had felt braver back at Stephanie’s, surrounded by vanilla candles and her friend’s fierce worry. Here, under the high ceilings and polished marble, that bravery felt thin, almost laughable.She adjusted the strap of her dress, suddenly aware of how wrinkled it still was from the night before. The fabric clung to her in all the wrong ways, too tight and too exposing even though it covered everything.Her eyes met Evelyn’s across the hallway.The stepmother approached slowly, not by rushing or shouting, just calm poison wrapped in expensive perfume. When she re

Bella sat on the edge of her bed, her mind racing.She didn’t stay long enough to reflect. She pushed herself up almost immediately, pacing a few steps before stopping again. Her fingers drummed against her thigh, restless, as she tried to think of something, anything that could help her.She pulled out her phone, the screen lighting up in her hand. For a moment, she considered calling Stephanie again. The thought lingered… then faded.Stephanie had already done enough. Dragging her back into this mess didn’t feel right.Bella exhaled quietly and set the phone back down.The urgency didn’t leave. If anything, it intensified, running through her body like a current. She moved again, throughout the room. Her steps were quick, uneven, like she couldn’t settle anywhere.There was no one she could fully trust.Angela had already gone behind her back, telling her father what happened at the lounge. Stephanie had warned her about her. And Bella wasn’t about to risk pulling anyone else into

Lorenzo pushed through the glass doors, his steps measured but deliberate. The receptionist at the front desk looked up when he approached. She was young, with tired eyes and a pen tucked behind her ear like a weapon she might need to use. Lorenzo placed his phone on the counter. The screen showed a photo of Bella captured from surveillance footage his men managed to find. "This woman," he said. "Was she here today?" The receptionist glanced at the photo. Then back at him. Her smile faltered. "Can I ask why you're..." "Was she here." Not a question. His voice dropped low, stripped of any pretense of politeness. The girl must have heard something in his tone because she dropped the polite routine entirely. "...Yes. She came in this morning." Lorenzo pulled the photo back slowly. His thumb traced the edge of the screen where Bella's face had been. "Who saw her?" "That would be Dr. Mensah, but he's with a patient right now and I can't just..." "When he's done." He said i

The clinic doors slid open and Lorenzo walked her through, his grip firm on her upper arm. Not quite painful, but close enough to send a clear message.Bella tried to slow her pace, a small resistance, but his fingers tightened instantly, pressing into her skin without him even glancing her way.That was enough for her to understand.This was about control, and he would go as far as necessary to protect his name and keep it.The staff knew him. That was the first thing Bella registered, the way the woman at the front desk looked up and nodded before he even reached her.It felt planned. Like everything had already been set in motion long before he showed up at her house.Bella had to quicken her steps just to keep up with him."Wait..." she said. But he didn't slow down. Bella looked at the doors they passed, the small plaques on the walls, and something in her chest started pulling tight."Lorenzo please stop..." She tried pleading again But Nothing. He didn't even give a glance ba