All Chapters of Billionaire’s Twin Deception : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

JANICE’S POVI spend the entire night staring at my phone. The screen goes dark and lights up again, sleep never comes because one thought keeps repeating endlessly inside my head.Eden is asking questions he was never supposed to ask and he’s getting answers.By morning my apartment looks like a disaster zone.Old folders cover the kitchen table beneath scattered documents, receipts, medical paperwork, storage slips, and hospital forms that feel far too dangerous to leave untouched.I kneel beside an old storage box while panic crawls steadily higher inside my chest.What still exists, what did I forget, what could lead back to Chloe and what could lead back to Jack.My hands shake slightly while sorting through papers too quickly, nothing feels buried anymore.The secret survived because nobody looked closely enough.Now Eden is looking and once Eden focuses on something, he doesn’t let go easily.I shove another folder closed too hard.Jack wanders sleepily into the kitchen wearing

EDEN’S POVI spend the entire night staring at dates.The photograph sits on my desk, Jack’s birthday sits beside it, the timeline lives inside my head and the numbers refuse to stop matching.Every time I find a reason to dismiss the possibility, another detail drags me right back.That’s what I keep telling myself that it’s just a coincidence and the problem is I don’t believe it anymore.By three in the morning I’m still awake, by four I’m recalculating dates I’ve already calculated ten times and by five the city begins waking outside my windows while I remain exactly where I started.Staring, thinking, failing because every road leads back to the same place.Jack, the possibility sits heavily inside my chest.I grab the photograph again and study it longer.The date remains exactly the same, numbers remain exactly the same and nothing changes no matter how many times I look.I set the photograph down, pick up the worksheet, then reach for the photograph again like somehow the answ

JANICE’S POVThe drive to the police station is the longest drive of my life.Every red light feels personal, every second stretches endlessly and every terrifying possibility crashes through my head before I can stop it.Hospitals, accidents, funerals and loss. The same fears I’ve lived with since Jack was born come rushing back all at once.My hands shake so badly I nearly miss a turn.Please…….please let him be okay.That prayer repeats over and over until it loses all meaning.By the time I reach the station, I can barely breathe.I’m already moving before the car fully stops the front doors blur past.Voices blur past, people blur past. Only one thing matters.“My son.”The words tear out of me. “Where is my son?”A police officer immediately stands. “Ms. Soto?”“Yes.”“He’s okay.”Okay, the word hits so hard my knees nearly give out.“Where is he?”“This way.”I follow him down a hallway that somehow feels longer than the drive itself.Then I see him.Jack curled up in a chair,

JANICE’S POVThe question hangs between us long after the words leave Eden's mouth.For a second I forget how to breathe. The parking lot disappears, the traffic disappears, and everything narrows down to the man standing in front of me waiting for an answer I have spent five years avoiding.My pulse pounds so hard it hurts.I should say something. I should tell him he's wrong, tell him he's imagining things, tell him anything that will make this moment disappear.Instead, I just stare at him because I can't.Eden's eyes never leave my face.That makes everything worse. He isn't angry, he isn't shouting, and he isn't demanding anything.He's waiting.The silence stretches painfully between us."Janice."My throat tightens immediately.I shake my head once. Not an answer, not a denial, just panic.Something changes in his expression and I turn away first."I have to go."The words sound weak even to me."Janice.""Please…..."That one word stops him not because he's satisfied but becau

EDEN'S POVThe cardiologist's question follows me out of the hospital.It follows me into the elevator, into my car and all the way back to Manhattan, because no matter how many times I replay the conversation, the outcome never changes.Nobody asks a question like that by mistake.By the next morning, I'm sitting across from Dr. Lewis inside a consultation room at Manhattan Children's Hospital while a thick medical file rests between us on the table.The sight of Jack's name on the cover makes my stomach tighten immediately.Dr. Lewis opens the file carefully and adjusts her glasses before looking at me. "Mr. Duncan, I want to be clear that we're not making assumptions, but during a routine review for Jack's donor evaluation, your name appeared in an older emergency document connected to his records."I stare at her for a moment before finally speaking. "My name was listed as what?"The hesitation that crosses her face does nothing to help. "A parental emergency contact."My pulse im