The Billionaires Unwanted Twins Dailymotion

Chloe Kensington had come only to deliver the newly encrypted secure phone Axel had demanded. When she pushed the door to his private suite open just a crack—and froze.

The woman turned her head toward the window. The brow bone, the slope of the nose, the curve of the jaw—they mirrored Chloe’s own face. The resemblance was uncanny.

She stood up and wrapped her arms around Axel’s waist from behind. He did not push her away. He turned, his large hands resting on her hips, and pressed a long kiss to her forehead.

Chloe could not breathe. Her lungs felt like they were packed with wet sand.

She can't believe that her husband, who said love to her last night, is kissing another woman.

Axel’s first—low, intimate, a tone he had never once used with her. “Serena. God, I’ve missed you.”

Chloe's heart was shattered. She couldn't believe that this person was her husband.

A woman’s soft laugh. Then: “Your wife texted me last night, Axel. She’s pregnant.”

Chloe’s heart slammed against her ribs. She is indeed pregnant,butshehad never texted Serena. She didn’t even have her number.

Axel went quiet for a beat. Then a sound Chloe had never heard from him—a cold, ugly laugh. “She told you that?”

“She’s excited,” Serena said sweetly. “Said you’ve been so gentle with her lately. That you’re going to be a wonderful father.”

“Gentle?” Axel spat. “I’ve been crushing birth control pills into her coffee every morning for a year. We won't have children together.She's not qualified yet. Only you can bear my child.”

Serena seemed quite satisfied with this answer. She took the initiative to put her arms around his neck and kissed him, saying, "Oh, dear, you're so pitiful. You have to pretend to love her very much in front of her every day. It must be so hard on you."

Axel sneered,“It’s not an act. She’s just easy to manage.”

“But Axel… what if she really believes it? What if she goes to a doctor? Gets a test?”

“Then I’ll tell her she’s hysterical. ” His voice turned vicious. “And I’ll make sure the prenup leaves her with nothing. Not a dime.”

Serena sighed dramatically. “She’s so in love with you, though. Every morning she makes you coffee. Every night she waits up. It’s actually… sad.”

“Sad?” Axel’s tone dropped to a snarl. “She’s pathetic. A placeholder. I only married her because she’s a cheap copy of you. Same cheekbones. Same jaw. But she’s empty inside. Nothing like you.”

“Still,” Serena murmured, “maybe you should be kinder. She doesn’t know she’s just… filling my shoes. That’s not her fault.”

“Not her fault?” Axel laughed harshly. “She’s the one who signed the prenup. She’s the one who dyes her hair because I ask. She’s the one who lets me dress her like a doll. She’s a volunteer.”

Serena turned her head slightly toward the entryway—directly toward the crack in the door. Her lips curved just a fraction. Then she buried her face into Axel’s chest and whispered, loud enough to carry, “You’re so much crueler than you let her see.”

“She doesn’t deserve the real me,” Axel said, stroking Serena’s hair. “She gets the mask. You get everything.”