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Hiding His Genius Twins From The Billionaire

Hiding His Genius Twins From The Billionaire

Author: Maverick
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Chapter 1 

Word Count: 1141    |    Released on: Today at 14:13

door lock sliced through the qui

belly. Hope, warm and bright, surged through her. She pushed herself up from

, her voice soft as she

as the day she met him, his dark suit perfectly

nd. He didn't e

rt, his movements precise and economical. He poured a measure of amber whiskey into

n a cage. She took a tentative step forward, her hand instinc

t bot

ver her shoulder. He pulled a slim leather briefcase onto the marble coffee table, the snap of it

le. The heavy paper lande

awn to the stark, whit

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ring into meaningless shapes. She looked from the document t

took another step, her hand outstretched as if to war

wins, a secret treasure she'd hoped woul

hing registered in his eyes. It wasn't

lap. "You think that will tie me to you? Isabela, d

heap. "You can't possibly believe that a child-or two-from some girl from an Appala

ies. Tears burned at the back of her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. She op

form a single word,

nts later, her expression carefully neutral

s blood

t accident in Fremont. Fremont has always felt guilty, s

She was beautiful, delicate, the kind of woman other women instinctively distrusted. Her eyes met Is

a soft, melodic purr. "I heard yo

. He gave her a slight nod. That tiny gesture, that minuscule

aid, her voice shaking with rage. Sh

ance. "She is a guest, Isabela. Control yourself. Thi

r. She placed a gentle hand on Fremont's arm. "It's alri

ront of Isabela, positioning her body so her back was to Fre

could hear. "See? You're even less welcome here, and your

r. The threat was so blatant, s

th shocking strength, Lilah pulled Isabela's hand toward her own should

ly choreographed

ugh a hysterical, pregnant Isabela had viole

's roar of fury

st Isabela to where Lilah lay crumpled at

as he gathered her into his arms. "Fremont,

of shock and disbelief. It had happened so fast. The accusation, the

the look in his eyes killed any hope she had. It was a look of

ce a low, dangerous growl. "You are the

over, a strangled c

sation spread d

the fabric of her light-colored dress, spreading with horrifying

So mu

h were draining away with the lifeblood of her children. She

a choked sob. "Help me...

n who had just destroyed her lif

remont's view, a small, triump

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Hiding His Genius Twins From The Billionaire
Hiding His Genius Twins From The Billionaire
“I was six months pregnant with twins, excitedly waiting for my husband to come home. But instead of sharing my joy, he threw a divorce agreement on the coffee table. He coldly called our marriage a mere transaction, mocking my trailer-park origins and claiming my children didn't deserve his wealthy family's name. Before I could even process the heartbreak, his mistress walked into our home. She deliberately threw herself backward down the stairs, screaming that I had pushed her. My husband didn't hesitate. He rushed to her side, looking at me with pure, murderous loathing. "You are the most vicious creature I have ever met." The sheer cruelty of his betrayal struck me like a physical blow, and a massive hemorrhage buckled my knees. As a pool of crimson blood spread across the pristine marble, I reached out, begging him to save our babies. But he just scooped up his mistress-who only had a sprained ankle-and walked right past my bleeding body without looking back. I was pronounced dead in that cold hospital, taking my unborn children with me. Why was my devotion repaid with such callous abandonment? How could he let his own flesh and blood die for a liar's fake tears? Five years later, I returned, no longer the helpless, discarded wife. I was now a legendary hacker, a miracle surgeon, and a rising Hollywood star, with my two genius sons alive and thriving by my side. When my ex-husband finally tracked me down, pinning me against a wall with desperate, bloodshot eyes, I simply offered a polite smile. "Sir, I believe you have mistaken me for someone else."”