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Hiding His Genius Twins From The Billionaire

Chapter 6 

Word Count: 846    |    Released on: Today at 14:11

glass-and-steel villa nestled in the Hollywood Hills. She adjusted the

school, you are just Leo and Nico. Not Leo the strategist and Nico t

g into the school's grading system to

ession grave, "that using Krav Maga

er. "An absolute last resort. We need to maintain a lo

y understood. This was a missio

n, his face grim. The file was on "Jigsaw," the ghost-like hacker who had cost his company millions by exposing a competitor's fraudul

e couldn't save his own family, but maybe, if he could find these miracle workers, he could... what? He d

unded at the door.

itant. "It's Ms. Reed on the lin

e, a headache beginning to throb behind his eyes. He gest

ll, bordering on hysterical. "I saw her! I

school, conveniently omitting the part where Isabela had exposed her backgroun

, calm down. There are millions of people in the wo

t wasn't just a resemblance. It was her. And the children, Fremo

hing sharp in Fremont's mind

errifying thought took root. He ruthlessly crushed it. I

and detached. "You've been under a lot of stress. I'l

dent that Fremont still blamed himself for. Lilah had been there in the dark days after Isabela's death, a constant, cloying pr

A woman who looked exactly like Isabela. With two sons, the right age

against a wall, where it shattered. He didn't belie

ouldn't rely on him. She couldn't let that woman-that g

everything they could on this "Anya Volkov." And when she found the dirt, sh

, the city lights a blur. He turned to his assi

o a new actress in Los Angel

h, to prove to her that she was seeing ghos

ed. "Right

boss's hand, clenched into a white-knuckled fist on the surface of his p

planted, does not die

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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."”