All Chapters of Married to the Billionaire ceo: twins involved: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The first time Elena Vance realized her life was a lie, she was standing in her own engagement party, smiling for photographs that would never be shown.Crystal chandeliers threw soft light over the ballroom, catching on the diamonds at her throat and the ring on her finger. Laughter and champagne flutes clinked around her, but the sound felt distant, like it belonged to someone else's celebration. Her husband-to-be, Daniel, stood beside her, one hand possessive at the small of her back, his smile perfect for the cameras."Look at them," her best friend, Naomi, gushed from her other side, eyes bright with something Elena would later recognize as triumph. "The perfect couple."Elena smiled because that was what was expected of her. Because in three months, she would become Mrs. Daniel Hartley, merging two powerful families and securing an inheritance her late father had spent his life building.She didn't notice the way Daniel's gaze slid away when he thought she wasn't looking.She di

Three days after the accident, Elena was still confined to her hospital bed.Her head wrapped in bandages, her body bruised and aching, she stared at the ceiling and tried to piece together how her life had collapsed so completely. Outside the window, the city moved on. Inside this room, time felt frozen.The door opened.Daniel walked in first, carrying a bouquet of white lilies—her favorite. Naomi followed behind him, holding a leather folder and wearing an expression of careful sympathy."How are you feeling?" Daniel asked, setting the flowers on the bedside table. His voice was soft, gentle. The kind of tone he'd used when they were first dating, before she'd learned what lay beneath the charm.Elena didn't answer. She just watched him, her eyes cold.Naomi sat on the edge of the bed, reaching for Elena's hand. "We've been so worried. The doctors said you could have died.""But I didn't," Elena said flatly.Daniel exchanged a glance with Naomi. Then he pulled a chair closer and sa

Two days after Daniel's visit to Room 312, everything changed.Elena was sitting with Maggie again, helping her fold laundry that the nurses had brought in. The older woman's hands were still shaky, and she'd dropped more socks than she'd folded, but she refused to stop."Stubbornness runs in the family," Maggie said with a wink. "My mother was the same. Drove my father crazy."Elena smiled, but her mind was elsewhere. Daniel had called that morning. Her discharge was scheduled for Friday—three days from now. He'd said he'd "pick her up personally," but she knew what that meant. Surveillance. Control. No escape.She had seventy-two hours to figure out what came next.The door opened.A nurse stepped in, followed by two men in expensive suits. Both were tall, broad-shouldered, with the same sharp features as Maggie. One was older, probably in his fifties. The other younger, maybe thirty."Mom?" the older man said, voice thick with emotion.Maggie looked up, and for the first time since

The pharmacy was small, tucked between a coffee shop and a bookstore on a quiet Toronto street.Elena stood outside for five minutes before she worked up the courage to go in. Her hands were shaking. Her heart was racing. She felt like everyone who walked past could see the truth written on her face.She's pregnant.The words echoed in her mind, over and over, no matter how hard she tried to push them away.Finally, she stepped inside.The store smelled like vitamins and hand cream. A young cashier looked up from her phone, smiling politely."Can I help you find something?"Elena's throat went dry. "I… um… pregnancy tests?"The cashier nodded, pointing to Aisle 3. "Right over there. They're on sale this week."Elena walked to the aisle, her legs feeling like they belonged to someone else. The shelf was lined with boxes—different brands, different prices, different promises of accuracy.She grabbed the first one she saw, not even looking at the price. Then she hurried to the counter, p

Week fourteen brought relief.The morning sickness faded slowly, like a storm finally passing. Elena could keep food down. Could walk through the bookstore without feeling dizzy. Could look at her reflection and see color returning to her cheeks.But the real change came on a quiet Tuesday evening.Elena was sitting on the couch in the Pattersons' living room, one hand resting absently on her still-flat stomach. She'd just finished a shift at the bookstore and was too tired to move, so she'd stayed in her coat, letting the warmth of the fireplace seep into her bones.Then she felt it.A flutter. Small. Barely there. Like a butterfly brushing against her skin from the inside.Elena froze.She held her breath, waiting.Another flutter. Stronger this time. Undeniable.Her hand pressed harder against her stomach, tears springing to her eyes."You're in there," she whispered. "You're really in there."It wasn't much. Just a tiny movement. But it was enough to make everything real. The baby