The billionaires secret twins

CHAPTER ONE

Five Years Later

The rain had started without warning.

Methane Williams stood by the window of her small apartment, watching the drops race down the glass as she checked the time on her phone for what felt like the tenth time.

4:37 p.m.

The twins should have been home by now.

She frowned.

Their school wasn't far from the apartment, and their usual bus arrived before four-thirty.

Something wasn't right.

Her phone suddenly rang.

"Hello?"

"Mrs. Williams?"

Methane immediately straightened.

"Yes. Who is this?"

"This is Greenfield Academy. There has been a minor accident involving the school bus."

Her heart stopped.

"What?"

"Please, don't panic. The children are safe, but-"

Methane didn't wait to hear the rest.

She grabbed her bag and rushed out of the apartment.

Across town, Kendrick Blackwood had just finished a business meeting.

He sat behind the wheel of his black car, his fingers tapping impatiently against the steering wheel as the rain continued to fall.

His phone wouldn't stop ringing.

He ignored it.

He needed silence.

Five years of building his company had taught him one thing: emotions were distractions.

He had no time for them.

As he approached an intersection, he suddenly noticed a crowd gathered ahead.

Cars had stopped.

People were standing in the rain.

Kendrick slowed down.

A school bus had collided with another vehicle.

He immediately pulled over.

"Damn."

He stepped out of the car and walked toward the accident.

A teacher was trying to calm several frightened children.

Kendrick looked around.

"Is everyone okay?"

"Yes," the teacher replied quickly. "There are a few minor injuries, but we're handling it."

Then Kendrick noticed two children sitting together on the pavement.

A little boy and a little girl.

They looked frightened, but neither was crying.

Kendrick crouched in front of them.

"Are you two okay?"

The boy nodded.

"My sister is scared."

The little girl immediately grabbed her brother's hand.

Kendrick gave them a reassuring smile.

"Don't worry. Your mother will be here soon."

The boy looked at him.

"How do you know?"

"Because mothers always come."

The little girl smiled faintly.

For some reason, Kendrick found himself staring at the children.

There was something familiar about their faces.

But he quickly dismissed the thought.

He had never seen them before.

At least, he didn't think he had.

Several minutes later, a woman came running through the crowd.

"Liam! Lily!"

The twins immediately stood up.

"Mommy!"

Kendrick froze.

That voice.

His eyes slowly moved toward the woman.

She stopped when she saw him.

The color drained from her face.

For several seconds, neither of them moved.

Five years.

Five long years.

And yet Kendrick recognized her instantly.

"Methane?"

Methane's heart slammed against her chest.

She hadn't expected to see him.

Not here.

Not today.

Not ever.

"Kendrick..."

His eyes remained fixed on her.

The woman he had met in a bar five years ago.

The woman he had spent one unforgettable night with.

The woman who had disappeared the next morning without leaving a number.

He looked at the two children standing beside her.

Then back at Methane.

A strange thought crossed his mind.

But he immediately pushed it away.

Surely not.

Methane had a life now.

She had probably married someone else and had children of her own.

He forced a small smile.

"I can't believe it's you."

Methane swallowed hard.

"Neither can I."

Lily tugged at her mother's dress.

"Mommy, this is the man who helped us."

Methane looked at Kendrick.

"Thank you."

Their eyes met again.

And for the first time in five years, Methane realized something terrifying.

The past she had worked so hard to bury had just found its way back into her life.

Kendrick stepped aside to let her pass.

"Take care of yourself."

Methane nodded.

She quickly took the twins' hands and walked away.

Kendrick watched her disappear into the rain.

He didn't know why he couldn't stop looking after her.

He didn't know why seeing her again had stirred something he thought he'd forgotten.

And most importantly...

He had no idea that the two children he had just helped were his own.