All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE'S HIDDEN TWINS : Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

SERA'S POV“I swear to you Miss Sarah, if you’re not here in thirty minutes, I’m leaving.” Greg shouted over the phone and the line clicked dead.I stare at my phone like it personally betrayed me. “Greg, hello? Greg?” I drag in a sharp breath and shove the phone back into my bag, already moving faster down the street. My heel almost slips on the wet pavement, and I curse under my breath.“Perfect, just perfect….a very good way to start my beautiful day.” I mumbled palming my face.Rainwater from last night still clings to the edges of the road, turning every step into a risk. Cars rush past like their owners have somewhere better to be unlike me.I glance at the time again, twenty-seven minutes left. If I miss this interview, I don’t just lose a job, I lose everything.“Move.” I mutter to myself, pushing through the crowd. “Just move, Sera.”A horn blares, the sound was too close to my ears making me turn, but it was too close and the world exploded in cold.Water slams into me, soak

DAMON’S POVThe Blackwood old house has always felt like a place where decisions were made, not discussed and tonight is no different.The moment I walk in I notice the table was set, three teacups were perfectly placed untouched, nothing in this house is ever random, and that alone tells me everything I need to know. Old Mrs Blackwood is up to something again.“She is not here yet.” Old Mrs Blackwood, says from her seat, her voice calm and steady, and I instantly knew who this She was.I exhale slowly and loosen my cuff, walking further into the room. “You set this up without telling me again. I’m starting to think you enjoy doing that.”“I do what is necessary.” She replies, lifting her teacup with measured grace. “And what is necessary right now is that you stop delaying what has already been agreed upon.”I stopped in front of her, my gaze cold. “I already agreed to the engagement, but I will not agree to a rushed wedding arranged behind my back.”Her eyes meet mine, sharp and un

SERA’S POVMonday morning arrived with a quiet insistence, the city outside buzzing like it always did. I stepped into Venus Industries, my heels clicking against the polished floors, my nerves buried beneath a thin bundle of composure.“Good morning, Ms Thompson,” Margo greeted, with his clipboard in hand, his and his expression neutral. “Your desk is ready, follow me”I followed him, my bag swinging gently at my side. The office smelled faintly of polished wood and espresso. My desk was neat…papers stacked in precise lines, my computer blinking softly.“Mr. Blackwood prefers that you be at your desk by seven o’clock,” he said, gesturing to the chair, the computer, the neat stack of files already waiting for me. “He arrives at seven-thirty. His coffee should be on his desk by seven-forty-five, black with one sugar. He does not like to wait for it.”I set my bag down. “Understood.”“The schedule for the month is in the top drawer.” He pulled it open, revealing a thick binder. “All me