The Billionaire's Twins Play Matchmaker Novels & Stories

I cleaned the house and prepared spaghetti and meatballs for dinner. Dexter is a big meat lover. Eloise loves meat too but not as much as Dexter. I washed them clean after dinner and tucked them to bed. I decided to surf the internet for a while before going to bed. I was scrolling through celebrity gossip blogs when I came across an article about Eduardo and Selena. The head line read, "POPULAR BILLIONAIRE EDUARDO GARCIA SPOTTED AT THE POOL PARTY OF DANNY ZANE, PRESIDENT OF DAN JEWELS"

I shook my head, looking uninterested. She gasped, “How could you have forgotten so easily? The Hudson triplets! They're millionaires! They're famous actors!” “Are they one of Marvel stars? Or DC? Fucking No! Then knock it off and let's get through this birthday party!” I groaned, snatching the bottle of alcohol from her to pour myself another shot. She scoffed, “I see why you'll never have fun. Having a billionaire as a boyfriend is so special, huh? I guess that's why you won't find millionaires fascinating.”.

"Talk to me, Nerissa." I exhaled slowly and let my hand rest against the curve of my stomach, the way I did without thinking now, a dozen times a day. "The twins. I've been so focused on the board, on making sure Vane Holdings didn't fall apart on my watch, that I let myself forget the obvious. Two heartbeats instead of one isn't just a medical footnote, Lucien. It's a story. A Vane heiress, unmarried, expecting twins. "The press will smell that from a continent away. And once they have it, so will Lysander."

- MomOfTwinsClub “Power couple energy. Love to see it.” - CityEliteWatcher “The gifts are cute but actions speak louder. Hope it lasts.” - RealTalkTea “I speak power over my life, I will never be poor. There is enough wealth in this world and I can get that dream life too.” - Martha “Billionaire husbands hitting different.” - WealthyLifeVibes “I need a Kai in my life ASAP.” - Ola -----

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.

The week that followed was surprisingly... quiet. Well, as quiet as life can be when you've essentially told two billionaire predators to go balance some checkbooks while you enjoy your weekend in peace. I had expected a retaliatory strike, maybe that they’d schedule a mandatory board meeting at 3:00 AM or maybe they’d order that my office be turned into a ball pit in retaliation for my rejection, but the twins actually listened. Or, more likely, they were genuinely preoccupied with the $2 million hole l'd pointed out.

There are many girls who are hitting on him and who want to be his girlfriend, and here he is proposing to her for marriage, but she is still thinking about his offer. He is impressed with her somewhere with the thought that she doesn't care about money and fame but people. "I don't help everyone!" He chuckled—haha, she knew it as well. He is a billionaire but doesn't like to spend money. He invests money in somebody who is only worthy. "You are the babysitters for my twins." "There were many babysitters before you whom I fired because they only cared about dollars but didn't care about my kids." He muttered, rubbing his thumb on his forehead.

Troubled. They weren’t in combat gear anymore.They were in power.Billionaire CEOs,Alpha kings.They were Darkthorn twins who owned everything.Half the state now belonged to them according to human news. And they were in my diner for the first time after five years. “We’re closed”I said.surprised that my voice didn’t break.i was proud of that. Damon flared his nostrils,scenting. Darian went very,very still.like a human statue.because the kitchen door had cracked open.Revealing two small faces peeking.

Five years ago, Janice Soto stepped into her dying twin sister’s life to keep Eden Duncan from falling apart. Pretending to be the woman he loved was supposed to be temporary, a final promise made in a hospital room filled with goodbye and grief. But somewhere between borrowed kisses, late-night silences, and the life they built together, Eden fell for the wrong sister without ever knowing the truth. When the deception finally shattered, it didn’t just destroy them, it nearly killed him. And before Eden could wake up and face what she had done, Janice disappeared carrying the one secret that belonged to both of them. Now she is back in New York, stronger, colder, and no longer willing to l

Before leaving, she looked at me like she’d won something. I looked away. Yes—he was a player. A heartless mafia. An assassin. The rumors were right. That was the last time I saw him. For two weeks, he was gone. The office felt strange with only one twin—one who treated me like trash, like I didn’t deserve the seat beside him. I worked every day. Even Sundays. Skipping meals. Trying to impress Ethan. Still, it wasn’t enough. On a Tuesday afternoon, after finishing my workload, I decided to get something to eat.