The Billionaire's Twins Play Matchmaker Novels & Stories

“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!

It was strange to see her twin with a woman when they both steered clear of relationships like a plague. “Yes. I went there to see him busy lip-locking with a random old woman!” Andrea’s jaws dropped with horror and her attention immediately switched over to her twin. “What? Seriously? It seems he hasn’t learned his lesson.” “This won’t do, Andrea! Drill that into his head when he returns. He wants an heir. I’ll give him that. Who needs to get married to produce an heir?” Andrea gaped at him with disbelief and then at Danielle. Danielle stood there with her eyes cast downwards, feeling embarrassed to be there in a billionaire’s house. What would he introduce her as? A betrayer or his surroga

“You slept with my twin like she was me? Fine. Tonight, I’ll sleep with someone who’ll make you wish you’d never been born.” My phone wouldn’t stop ringing. His name flashed across the screen again—My Heart—followed by a dozen missed calls and one desperate voicemail I didn’t bother opening. “Elena, baby, please pick up. It was a mistake. I love you. Call me back. I’m losing my mind here...” I laughed, as I crossed the street toward The Velvet Den. The old bar where only old billionaires with big bellies and bigger egos nursed their drinks in leather booths, laughing too loud about deals that could ruin countries. I didn’t care. I wanted to disappear into the haze.

Then, they sat on the sofa to rest. “How long will you be staying in Rainwood?” I asked. “We’ll be heading home tomorrow because Ethan has a meeting with a business partner. Is that okay?” Deborah asked. “Of course it’s okay. I understand.” “Do you have everything you need for the twins? If not, I’ll go shopping,” Deborah asked. “We do. In fact, there’s plenty of stuff. Thank you for your kindness,” I replied. Suddenly, Deborah opened her bag and took out two bankbooks. She stood next to me and said, “Here’s a gift from me for the twins.” Then she handed the two bankbooks to me.

“So…This really belongs to you?” Ethan nodded. “Yes.” She looked at the building again, then at the long driveway, then at the luxury cars. Finally she looked back at him. “You really are rich.” Ethan smiled. “Daddy is very rich.” He leaned down slightly. “And this isn’t my only house.” Both twins looked at him together. “You have more?” Alex asked with complete disbelief. Ethan nodded. “I have several.” Alex looked completely amazed. “Daddy…You must be the richest person I’ve ever met.”

“Slightly?” I laughed again, and the realization caught me off guard. This man didn’t know me, he didn’t have pity in his eyes for me. I wasn’t in some sort of comparison with my sister and for a moment here, I didn’t feel like I wasn’t enough. I was simply Maya. The thought felt strangely comforting. “Solo vacation?” He asked. I hesitated for a moment. The honest answer was quite embarrassing. Heartbroken woman runs away after discovering boyfriend and twin sister are having an affair. It wasn’t exactly casual conversation.

"Really. I want to see you pregnant and glowing. I want to watch Kai and Solana become big brother and sister. I want our house to be even more full of chaos and laughter." "Even though we're finally getting full nights of sleep?" "Even though. Some things are worth losing sleep over." "Like love?" "Like love. Like family. Like the chance to raise another little person who might grow up to change the world." I kissed him softly. "Yes." "Yes?" "Yes, let's have another baby. Let's fill this house with as much love as it can hold." At the park, I watched Dominic push the twins on the swings while other parents smiled at his patience and enthusiasm. A few people recognized us – the former scanda

"The billionaire? What's he doing here?" "Charity event in the west wing. Though after that scandal with his ex-fiancée, I'm surprised he shows his face anywhere." "I heard he's looking for a new girlfriend. Someone to clean up his image." "A fake girlfriend, you mean. Like those Hollywood contracts." My feet stopped moving. Brett Graham. Everyone knew that name. The tech mogul who'd built an empire from nothing, worth billions, cold as ice and twice as ruthless. "How much do you think someone would pay for that kind of arrangement?" the first nurse asked.

"They planted them. They planted Brenda to break us apart, and they planted Timi to give me an 'out' so I wouldn't look too closely at what Richard was doing." "And the baby Brenda had?" Lina whispered, her eyes wide with horror. "The boy," Esther called out to the couple with the money bags. "He’s with his father, Timi. But these two... these twins... they are the real prize. Pure genetic stock, unburdened by the 'wrong' parentage. Richard spent a fortune on that good-for-nothing Aria, and now he’s getting every single penny back." Richard stepped toward the wealthy couple, gesturing to my daughters as if they were nothing more than luxury cars. "The transaction is simple. The girls for the

Cage protested. "You can't be serious sire, this is ridiculous, I can't do that, not with him, trust me, you don't want a child from him, he'll be ugly." Nia countered, feeling bad for what Cage had said about her. "Really Ms.Nia, really." Mr.Nobody said, emphasizing on the fact that the twins actually belong to Mr.Cage. At this point, Nia was sure that he knew her secret but refused to spill the beans. "Well, you dimwits gotta choose between your ego and your kids, I want to see Nia's pregnancy test results in a month, if not both your kids will be where they are meant to be, in the grave."