The Billionaire Thought I Aborted, Then He Met My Twins
The kitchen of the penthouse was a study in controlled chaos. Sophie was blending a green smoothie that looked like swamp water, while Avery stood at the butcher block island, chopping vegetables with a rhythmic, almost meditative precision. Chop. Chop. Chop. The sound of the knife hitting the wood was the only thing keeping her heart rate steady.