The Billionaire's Twins Play Matchmaker Mga Nobela at Kwento

Lily told her. "Oh, that's good. Wait, did you say her children? How many are they?" Natasha asked. "They are two twins, by the way," Lily replied with a smile. As the door opened, Lily and Natasha stood up and went to the door. They looked down, excited to see their beautiful faces. As the twins walked in, Lily's and Natasha's eyes widened as they gasped in surprise.

he replied, his voice filled with warmth and anticipation of our upcoming reunion. "I'm a little anxious about someone recognizing me, and the news reporting that the world-renowned billionaire is back with his wife and possibly kids, while our family sees it. That wouldn't be a surprise either," I confessed, sharing my concerns with Dante. He chuckled affectionately, wrapping his arms around me. "That's why I made sure we arrived close to dusk and had our own private exit to ensure your and our twins' privacy. However, you understand that soon everyone will know about your reappearance in my life as my wife, along with our kids," Dante reassured me, understanding the inevitable exposure.

Even identical twins are not exactly the same, at least not in how they think or behave. It was a throwaway comment, the kind of obvious agreement you make to keep a conversation moving. But my flippant answer seemed to please him, a subtle satisfaction warming his otherwise cool expression. ‘Exactly,’ he said. ‘Just because two men are both billionaires does not mean they will behave in the same way. One may be a philanderer. The other may be a philanthropist.’ I thought of Cary, of his very public donations and his very private indiscretions. A bitter, cynical laugh threatened to bubble up.

"Well, I think that's everything," Hunter shook hands with one of his clients from a small business loan group who was seeking a start-up grant for their new venture. "Thank you very much for seeing us and giving our company this opportunity. You will not regret it," the short, stumpy man expressed his gratitude to Hunter. "I hope not," Hayden replied with a charming smile. I couldn't help but be amazed at how effortlessly the twins conducted business; they were exceptionally skilled at it. It left me wondering what other talents they possessed.

I had a feeling I was going to love this. As Evelyn told me they had planned, Liam stood outside the venue, as relaxed as he could be, but his eyes were still alert, darting between the expensive cars and the affluent looking elites that were strutting into the hall. “Ma'am? Could you step somewhere else please?” A chauffeur said from behind me, pulling my thoughts away from the billionaire casually standing a few feet away. “Of course.” I responded, took a deep breath, and walked towards him, clutching my purse.

Some press used to come to us, but not as many as now, especially since my boyfriend is a billionaire. “Keiron is the father of the twins.” I told them. “Haha Ms. Sha-sha we know! When you were together for the first few days, we already knew that your twins look alike.” I was shaken by what my employees said. They already know haha. “Oh well that's good but what I want is not to let the public know about our twins first so don't be surprised if we don't talk about them at the Ball.” I said and they agreed.

One year later The bi-annual matchmaker’s party was in full swing as the newest members of the club mingled about with the olders ones. Most were interns looking for mentorship oppurtunities, and some had just broken into the world of the elite looking for guidance. There were also some wedding planners roaming about, getting their exposure and making connections. The Billionaire’s Matchmaking Club was an instant success, more so than Hugo and I had ever anticipated. The two of us stood at the balcony of the HQ’s mansion, looking down into the garden with rose champagne in our hands.

She pushed her coffee away, hunched forward, and said, "She destroyed him. In ways you can't even see. He's not marrying her for show. He believes it's the only way to keep everyone else safe." "From what?" Claire took a hard line with her coffee-glass mouth. "From her. And Marcus." Selene's father. The billionaire owner of half of Manhattan real estate, two senators, and likely a few secrets the FBI would kill to get their hands on. "What became of the last planner?" I whispered. Claire looked into my eyes. "Vanessa Ward. She planned for Selene for six months. They told me she left in the middle of a project. No one has seen her since."

“My husband worked for the billionaire family. One day, he went out for one of their underground operations. He was supposed to kill one of the enemy’s children, but he could not do it because he felt the child was innocent. The others reported him, and the family had him killed. After that, they came for me. They said it was either his wife or his little child who had to come work for them as punishment for what my husband did. I could not let my daughter go through that, so I decided to come here myself instead.” Anger boiled up inside me. “What kind of beast is that??! This is so cruel!” Clara smiled sadly. “Well, he is not the only one. The billionaire family is huge. It was actually his