The Billionaire's Twins Play Matchmaker Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Oh, come on. Don’t pretend like you had a clue any of this was going to happen!” “What can I say? I’m a better matchmaker than I thought. Setting my own sister up with a billionaire.” “Oh, come on,” I said. “There’s much more to him than that.” “I’ll bet there is,” Reed said. “And you’ve got to find it out, all right?” “Guess I do,” I replied, and I smiled to myself. “Just make sure not to mess this up, all right?” Reed warned me. “Not many other billionaires kicking around, looking for dates in this city.”

he said quietly. Mrs. Blackwood gasped, spinning around to look at the other kids, as if they’d just confessed to a crime. “There it is! The billionaire twins think they can raise their hands on anyone they please!” she blurted. Instantly, Adriana stood up quietly. Her posture still elegant and graceful, her eyes wore a sharp gaze as she walked past the triplets' mother and stopped in front of her children. “Is that true, Tessa?” She asked, kneeling down to her daughter’s level.

He never expected this day to come so soon. The woman he slept with that night got pregnant and gave him twins. Not only were they twins, but they were also healthy boys, his heirs. She deserved the world. Now, he was about to meet her and finally make her his everlasting wife. No one could replace her; it had always been her, no matter the circumstances. --- Mariam was surprised and scared, but a part of her was very happy Richard was the father of Leah’s kids. Richard was no ordinary man.

She asked looking me up and down. I shrugged and told her I found a place in the shady motel. How I ran right into AJ making her face light up a little bit. "So you met one half of the twins." She said grinning before taking a massive bite of her burger. I cocked my head to the side questioning her while having a mouthful of food. "The twins, Jamie and AJ. Ones a business tycoon, the others a doctor. They are pretty much the cities royalty and you ran into one of them. Girl you are something special." She laughed taking another bite.

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."

He was insinuating what had gotten me here in the first place and although I was disgusted by this pregnancy, I could use some much needed attention. I silently get up and head to the bedroom. I hear him follow behind me and shut the door. At least there was one thing that occupied me. After my hatred-filled entanglement, I tell Francisco to take me to a nail salon. Once we arrive, I sit down and wait for my services when I see the news playing in a screen just up the wall across from me. ‘Social Articles report that a young billionaire is no longer back on the market. The business mogul has rekindled with his wife who was seen sporting the same rings gifted to her for their wedding just 6 y

Ivanna chirps, her voice bright and teasing as she strides past me into my room. I stand there, frozen, staring at Lyla with a mix of bewilderment, amusement, and sheer mortification. Clayton and Caleb. The infamous twins. One a renowned fashion designer, the other the owner of an entertainment empire. Both famous for their devotion to each other—and their shared love for women. “They’re both…?” I can’t even finish the sentence. Lyla’s shy blush deepens, and Ivanna’s laughter echoes from inside my room. I shake my head, torn between wanting to laugh and feeling completely overwhelmed.

"I try my best." I flop back against the couch, staring at the ceiling. "I can’t believe this. I can’t believe any of this. One minute, I’m living my life, happily engaged and planning my future, and now? Now I’m pregnant with twins and married to a billionaire. This is like some kind of badly written soap opera." "I mean, at least it’s entertaining." Emily nudges me. I shoot her a glare. "You’re enjoying this way too much." "A little, yeah." She smirks.

As she walked back through the gardens toward the mansion, Crystal touched her stomach gently. "Well, baby," she whispered. "Looks like your mother is full of surprises. A secret billionaire carrying a maybe-Al-Fayad baby, in love with the wrong brother. What a mess we're in." But despite the mess, despite everything, Crystal was smiling. And for now, that was enough.

“Mrs. Thorne! Over here! Is it true? Are Dacre and Renee officially dating?” I turned, offering the cameras my best, most polite smile. The kind that suggested I knew all the secrets of the universe but would only share them for a price. “Oh you shouldn’t be asking me. Ask the happy couple.” With a smile and a wave I entered the gala. Inside, it was gleaming with so much money and influence. I could see a few governors I knew as I walked around. I spoke with some billionaires here and there and I liked this familiar dance.