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Hiding The Tycoon's Secret Genius Twins

Chapter 112 

Word Count: 1044    |    Released on: 10/06/2026

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Hiding The Tycoon's Secret Genius Twins
Hiding The Tycoon's Secret Genius Twins
“I woke up in a stranger's bed, drugged and broken, with no memory of the night before-except for the jagged scar across his back and the Carlisle family crest on the nightstand. That night cost me everything. My inheritance. My engagement. My grandmother's life. My family framed me as a whore, stripped me of my fortune, and left me with nothing but a plane ticket to Geneva and the key to my mother's secret safe deposit box. They thought they'd destroyed me. Four years later, I'm back in New York-not as the broken heiress they discarded, but as Dr. Genevieve Reed, Head of Neurosurgery. I'm sharper. Colder. And I remember every single betrayal. My stepsister Hailey thinks she's won. My ex-fiancé Zane thinks I'll beg. My stepmother Brenda thinks I'll disappear again. They have no idea I've been waiting for this moment. I've built an empire from nothing. I've raised two brilliant children-Theo, a four-year-old hacker who can dismantle a corporate firewall before breakfast, and Izzy, whose amber eyes are the spitting image of the stranger from that night. And when my family tries to destroy me with a media ambush, I don't flinch. I expose their corruption live on camera. I humiliate my ex-fiancé in front of the entire hospital. I walk into a charity gala and refuse to bow to the most powerful man in New York-until his assistant drops to his knees and begs me to save his life. I'm not the victim anymore. I'm the one holding the scalpel. But the past isn't done with me. The man from that night-Julian Carlisle-has been hunting me for four years. He doesn't know my face, but he knows my scent. He knows the sound of my voice. And when I finally operate on him, when our eyes meet in that sterile room... He knows. The dangerous billionaire I've been running from? He's my children's father. And he's not going to let me go again. "Trash belongs in the trash can. A bitch and a dog-you're perfect for each other." I didn't come back to New York to cry. I came back to burn it all down.”