Novel & Cerita The Billionaire's Twins Play Matchmaker

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.

He's just been delusional but I just had to play alone. He had forwarded a video of Tessa, giving a speech in her brand launch. Curiosity gets the better part of me as I quickly opened the message and tapped on the video. My heart sank as I read the caption on the video. "Billionaire heiress launches her fashion brand in New York" My stomach tightened with dread as Tessa appeared on the screen, her beauty radiating like the morning sun. I almost didn't recognize Tessa, she looked more sophisticated, elegant and pretty as usual, even though I hate to admit it.

“Most of the rich people here are invited for business purposes, but not all of them are here just for business.” “What do you mean?” I asked. “There’s something called a match partner,” he said, his tone serious. “Basically, a higher or richer person can pay the organization to match them with people they want for different reasons. Some want business alliances, others are looking for personal connections or even potential relationships.” “That’s... interesting,” I said, thinking about why I was here and who put me in this event. “So, how do you know all this?” “I was part of the planning,” Alexander said, “but I’m just here as a guest tonight, not a participant.”

Adrian nodded, "I needed her to believe that her success here is solely based on her talent. I didn't want her to think that it was because of any favors or influence. And she's proving herself admirably." Michael leaned back, understanding Adrian's perspective. "Well, she's certainly making a mark here. Her designs are impressive, and the team values her contributions." "Also, I wanted to know how people treat me whether I have or have not money," Adrian added. Michael nodded in understanding. "It's a unique approach, Mr. Sterling. It must have been challenging for you to keep this secret from her, especially since she's your wife." Adrian and Michael continued their conversation as they wa

It was exhausting, and each day and each heated moment felt like a tempest brewing under the surface. One evening, I found myself sprawled out on the couch, flipping through a magazine to distract myself from my swirling insecurities. It was on one of the glossy pages that I spotted an article about the lives of billionaire twins—Aries and Adrien. My heart sank as I read about their incredible achievements, businesses branching out, their social lives—all things I knew but didn’t truly comprehend the weight of.

She points her finger to me and Patrick. "Nothing to tell. Your twin is childish sometimes and an idiot." "Right now, I don't think he is. Now tells me otherwise I will go to the TV station and sell a scoop to the news that the Playboy billionaire just tied the knot with a mysterious woman. They will buy it if it's coming from me, and your parents will rip you off for keeping secrets." "Really? Or they will celebrate and dance kumbaya under the moonlight." "Nope. I don't think so. Yesterday at the brunch, they mentioned the name Abbygail. They played matchmaker for both you." Now, she gets my attention.