The Billionaire's Twins Play Matchmaker Novels & Stories

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.

A message was sent from an unknown number. "Congratulations, Mrs Knight on your marriage to my twin, welcome home trophy wife!" My breath stopped. I glanced at the message again and again, and it sent goosebumps down my spine. Twin? I dashed to my laptop, pulling up whatever I could find. David Knight is a billionaire, CEO, and private individual. However, the stories and old photos from his high school days featured two images of him. I looked up at the second image and scouting further I realized that it wasn’t David but his replica “Drego Knight.”

I heard some other women burst into the other bathroom stall giggling and discussing. “Girl, I want a billionaire. A millionaire is not for me because last night I spent my time going through the latest billionaire list and get this, about ninety percent are old men.” One spoke. “So what? You're going to date and have sex with a billionaire whose large stomach is as big as his small guy down there.” They both laughed and I was done already so I wore my pants still feeling pains in my stomach due to the birth of my twins.

Is he trying to take the twin away from me, by pretending to love me so that I don't make things difficult for him? I often see dramas with themes like that. A billionaire needs an heir and when he finds out that one of the women he sleeps with is pregnant with his child, he tries to take the child by all means, including lying to the poor woman with fake words of love. Hey, if I remember correctly, I even wrote a script like that in the early days of my career. Tsk! David must still be stuck in my old image. A spoiled girl who is very much looked after and protected by the Hart family and even loved and liked by the Reiner and Arshen families.

and Jeremy seemed very incapable of doing that, she wanted to be faraway from home, she wanted freedom. “Mom...! Aunt Petra is mimicking a meowing cat!” Robert and Roberta chorused, invading her thoughts. She sighed because she knew it would be a matter of time before they start arguing about who the copycat is, forgetting they are twins and it was reasonable if they do things at the same time. *** The exquisite booming party was filled with prominent men and high-class women who flashed their designers bags or bracelets at any chance they find. Different varieties of continental foods and drinks, everyone was winning and dining happily.

“Now I see what the problem was last time. There’s the placenta, and there’s the head. We saw that last time. Down here, though-” “There’s another head,” I said. “Congratulations,” the doctor said. “The two of you are having twins!” This ends season one of “A Secret Baby For My Billionaire Boss.” If you would like another season of this book, or any of my other books, please send me an email at Krista.Lakes@g***l.com or find me on F******k. I hope you enjoyed it! If you did, there are many more of my stories available on R****h, including several secret baby romances!