All Chapters of Pregnant With My Twin Sister’s Fiancé’s Baby: Chapter 291 - Chapter 298

The silence in the NeXus boardroom was usually a prelude to a merger or a lawsuit. But today, it felt like the silence of a tomb that had just been unsealed.Silas Vance, the biographer, sat at the head of the long glass table. He had removed his tweed jacket and rolled up his sleeves, revealing arms that were surprisingly muscular for a man who spent his life in archives.In front of him lay two documents. They were old, fragile, protected by clear plastic sleeves.Noah stood at the window, looking out at the city he had conquered. Aria sat in her wheelchair—her legs were tired from the gala—her hands folded in her lap."I found them," Silas said. His voice was quiet, respectful. "It took three weeks and a court order in Zurich, but I found the originals.""The fertility records?" Noah asked, not turning around."And the marriage license," Silas said.Noah turned. "The fake one?""No," Silas said. "The real one."He picked up the first document. It was yellowed with age, the ink fade

The green room at Good Morning America was a surprisingly calm oasis of plush beige sofas and fruit platters that no one ever ate.Aria sat in one corner, smoothing the skirt of her deep emerald dress. Her hands were steady, a testament to the years of practice she’d had since that first terrifying interview with Elena Russo."You look fierce," Noah said, walking in from the hallway where he’d been taking a call from the Foundation's director. He adjusted his tie in the mirror, checking the reflection of the man who had once been afraid to be seen."I look tired," Aria corrected with a smile. "Liam was up three times last night. He says he's 'inventing a dream machine,' which apparently involves a lot of banging on the wall.""He gets the insomnia from me," Noah said, sitting beside her. "And the inventing.""And the stubbornness," Aria added.It had been two years since the publication of The West Family. Two years since they had laid the ghosts of Vivian and the Stones to rest in bl

The private terminal at JFK was quiet, a stark contrast to the cacophony of the charity gala Aria had attended in London. She walked down the steps of the Gulfstream, clutching a tote bag filled with briefing papers on international foster care initiatives.She was tired. The kind of bone-deep fatigue that came from smiling for cameras and shaking hands with diplomats for forty-eight hours straight.But as her feet hit the tarmac, she smiled for real.A black SUV was waiting. Not a driver in a uniform.Noah.He was leaning against the hood, wearing jeans and a t-shirt that had a smudge of something—probably paint or mud—on the hem. He wasn't the CEO of NeXus Gaming. He wasn't the billionaire philanthropist. He was just the guy who had promised to pick her up."You look like you slept on the plane," Noah said, pushing off the car to hug her."I tried," Aria said, melting into him. He smelled of grass and sawdust. "But the turbulence over the Atlantic was a nightmare. How's the fort?""

The morning sun hit the breakfast table in the Hudson Valley estate, illuminating a scene that should have been idyllic.Noah was at the stove, flipping pancakes. Liam, now five, was sitting at the counter, meticulously stacking blueberries into a pyramid. Theo, thirteen, was scrolling through his phone, headphones on, existing in a teenage bubble of silence.And Emma... Emma was eleven.She sat at the end of the table, staring into her bowl of yogurt as if it contained the secrets of the universe, and she hated all of them."Emma," Aria said, passing a pitcher of juice. "Do you want pancakes?""I'm not hungry," Emma said. She didn't look up."It's Saturday," Noah said cheerfully, sliding a plate onto the table. "Pancakes are mandatory.""I said I'm not hungry," Emma snapped.The silence that followed was sharp. Liam knocked over his blueberry pyramid. Theo looked up from his phone, raising an eyebrow."Hey," Noah said, his voice dropping the cheerfulness. "We don't speak like that."