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The Billionaire Thought I Aborted, Then He Met My Twins

Chapter 3 No.3

Word Count: 627    |    Released on: 24/12/2025

when the doorbell rang. The sound ech

he table, reading a financi

tt breezed in. She was followed by thre

ed, her voice breathless.

the paper. "W

gh her lashes. "My apartment... a pipe burst.

f her toast. It tas

ere," Julian sa

c smile plastered on her face. "Avery, you d

kept her eyes on her plate.

tened. "Put her i

the china. The East Suite was her painting studio. I

udio," the butler

Avery, waiting for a reaction. Any reaction. "It has the best light

sing in her throat. Sh

tting down in the chair to Julian's right.

his report. "It's laziness. Which reminds me-I've p

That's my project. I've wo

brought in the K&L consulting team to oversee the finalization. They are the best in the world. They w

be kind. He was stripping her of her purpose.

stood up, her hand flying to her mouth. She rushed out of the room,

er knuckles white. She dry-heaved

ard fo

voice said fro

was leaning against t

for attention," Scarlett whis

looked at Scarlett in the mirror. "Enjoy the studio,

. "You think you're clever. But you're

are you going to enjoy the Jacuzzi in that suite? You always seem so... terrif

Before she could respond, Ju

to her chest. "I was just checking on her,

He placed a hand on Scarlet

er," he warned. "Go upstairs. I do

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The Billionaire Thought I Aborted, Then He Met My Twins
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“I stood in the freezing New York rain, holding a massive umbrella over my husband's mistress while the downpour soaked me to the bone. Julian didn't even look at me; he just tucked Scarlett closer and told me to take a taxi home so they could have "privacy" in the Rolls Royce. When I finally made it back to the penthouse, shivering and sick, Julian was waiting with divorce papers. "Scarlett is back for good," he said coldly. "She saved my life once, and I owe her everything. You were just a placeholder." He didn't know I was six weeks pregnant. He didn't know that I was the one who actually pulled his unconscious body from the surf that night while Scarlett watched from the shore, waiting to steal the credit. I signed the papers, faked a miscarriage, and vanished. I spent five years in London building an empire from nothing, raising twins who share his brooding eyes and his billion-dollar silhouette. Now, I've returned to Manhattan as the powerhouse CEO of his biggest competitor. Julian Vanderbilt thinks he can buy his way back into my life? He's about to find out that some debts are paid in ruin, not gold.”