All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE’s SECRET TWINS : Chapter 31 - Chapter 39

Ariana sat frozen on the couch.The silver bracelet rested in her trembling hand.Her breathing was uneven.The memory had only lasted a few seconds.A voice.A ballroom.A bracelet falling.Someone calling her name.Yet it was more than she had remembered in six years.And that terrified her.Slowly, she looked down at the bracelet again.It felt familiar.Too familiar.As though it belonged to another version of herself.A version she couldn’t remember.A version someone had desperately tried to erase.The thought sent a chill down her spine.Her phone suddenly rang.The sound made her jump.Unknown number.Again.Ariana stared at the screen.Then answered.“Hello?”Silence.Nothing.Only breathing.Slow.Steady.Deliberate.Fear immediately flooded her body.“Who is this?”The breathing continued.Then a man’s voice spoke.“You should have left the bracelet alone.”The line went dead.Ariana didn’t sleep that night.Every creak in the apartment made her jump.Every passing car made

Ariana stared at Damien.The name echoed inside her head.Michael Hart.The owner of the black sedan.The man watching her children.The man connected to the gala.The man connected to Ryan.The man everyone feared.For a moment, she couldn’t speak.Then she whispered,“Are you sure?”Damien nodded.“We traced the registration.”Ariana’s knees felt weak.Emma looked between them.“Mommy?”Ariana immediately forced a smile.“Sweetheart, can you and Ethan go finish your homework in your room?”Ethan frowned.He knew something was wrong.But for Emma’s sake, he nodded.“Come on.”The twins disappeared down the hallway.The moment the bedroom door closed, Ariana turned back to Damien.Fear filled her eyes.“What does he want from me?”Damien’s expression softened.“If I knew, this would already be over.”Ariana laughed bitterly.“Nothing about this feels close to over.”No.It felt like it was just beginning.Later that night, Damien refused to leave.Officially, he claimed it was because

Ariana couldn’t take her eyes off the evidence bag.The photograph inside looked harmless.Old.Faded.Ordinary.Yet people had lied for it.Threatened for it.Broken into her apartment for it.And now someone had written six terrifying words across the back.She remembers more than we thought.The police officer was still speaking, but Ariana barely heard him.“Ma’am?”She blinked.“What?”“We’ll increase patrols in the area.”Patrols.As if that would stop whoever was behind this.As if this was a normal crime.Nothing about this was normal.Ryan stepped closer.“Can we see the apartment?”The officer hesitated before nodding.“Briefly.”Ariana rushed inside.The moment she entered, her heart sank.Everything had been turned upside down.Drawers emptied.Cushions slashed.Cabinets opened.Someone had searched every inch of her home.Yet nothing valuable was missing.No jewelry.No electronics.No cash.Whoever came here wanted one thing.Information.Ethan and Emma were sitting with

Ariana stared at the letter.Her hands trembled so badly she nearly dropped it.The words seemed to blur before her eyes.For my grandson.— Edward Blackwood.No.No.This wasn’t possible.Her heart pounded violently as she looked toward Ethan.The boy was sleeping peacefully.Completely unaware that a single letter might destroy everything Ariana had spent six years protecting.Slowly, she unfolded the paper.The handwriting was elegant.Careful.Deliberate.The kind of handwriting belonging to someone who understood the importance of every word.Ariana began reading.To my grandson,If you are reading this letter, then events have unfolded in ways I hoped they never would.There are truths buried in our family that should have remained hidden.One day, you may hate me for the choices I made.You would be justified.But understand this: everything I did was to protect the Blackwood family.Whether I was right or wrong is no longer for me to decide.Ariana’s breath caught.The Blackwo

The rain had not stopped.By dawn, dark clouds still hung over the city, casting everything in shades of gray.Ariana barely slept.Every time she closed her eyes, the memories returned.The ballroom.The music.The voice.“Take the children and leave.”Children.Plural.Not child.Not baby.Children.The word refused to leave her mind.She sat at the kitchen table staring at a cup of coffee that had long gone cold.Ryan stood by the window.Equally exhausted.Equally tense.Neither had much to say.The silence was broken by a knock at the door.Both immediately froze.Ariana’s heart jumped.Ryan instinctively moved first.Slowly approaching the entrance.Looking through the peephole.Relief crossed his face.“It’s Damien.”Ariana exhaled.For some reason, seeing Damien always made her feel safer.Which was becoming a problem.A dangerous problem.Ryan opened the door.Damien entered.His expression was serious.More serious than usual.And that immediately made Ariana nervous.“What