Stealing My Rival's Wife And Her Twins

Chapter 5

Word Count: 813 | Released on: 10/11/2026

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he photo of Noah and Lily swaddled side by side

he screen toward me so I could see the fam

Oh my God, look at all that dark hair on the boy! And the li

entin if he locks us out of the VIP wing tomorrow morning I'm snea

fire messages that mad

ched down on the East 34th S

twelfth-floor elevators. Nobody without the las

oston Monarchs blankets?! Are we related to Bruins fan

rm rooms or sitting at the far end of the Sterling family table while Landon's mother complained that an orphan with no connections couldn't help her son's commer

the corner of his lab coat as footsteps echoed rapidly down the private marbl

shed open, and the air in

se blonde hair was coming loose from its pins. Behind them towered three tall, broad-shouldered men in their late twenties and early thirties-one i

eartbeats,

nds over her mouth, a ragged sob tearing fr

raight through the fog of my childhood amnesia. A flash of memory hit me: a warm kitchen smel

past my lips before I ev

s in my hand. She smelled of lavender and warm cashmere, her tears soaking into the collar of my hospi

aced the cover of Forbes-dropped to his knees beside my bed. His shoulders shook as

his voice raw and broken. "Every single day for twenty-t

All the loneliness of the past nine months, all the quiet humiliation of tonight, melted a

ng men who looked ready to fight an army

back of his sleeve and peered into the twin bassinets. "Okay, I'm calling dibs on

protective hand on my ankle over the blanket, his jaw tight with emotion

rp lawyer's gaze softening as he looked from me to the sleeping infants. "Welcome to the fa

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Stealing My Rival's Wife And Her Twins

Nuan Qiu Romance

“I was in the hospital, delivering twins all by myself. My husband, Landon, ignored my seven calls. Instead, I saw him on a live broadcast at a charity gala, letting an actress press close to him and announce to the cameras that he belonged to her tonight. Just three days ago, he had thrown divorce papers at me, demanding I step aside so they could sign a joint commercial deal. Exhausted and anemic, I nearly collapsed on the freezing hospital floor trying to comfort my crying babies. It was Landon's biggest hockey rival who caught me and held my newborn daughter. When he called Landon to warn him I was in bad shape, Landon just yelled over the phone, telling him to mind his own business. Landon later tossed a check on my nightstand, mocking that without his name and money, I wouldn't survive a week in New York. For three years, I hid our marriage and secretly wrote every tactical playbook that built his superstar reputation. Yet he treated me like dirt, calling me an ordinary orphan who would be nothing without him. What he didn't know was that my doctor had just walked in with a DNA report. I wasn't a nobody. I was the long-lost daughter of the billionaire Summerlin family. The exact sports tech empire Landon was currently begging for a massive endorsement deal. Looking at the sleeping twins, I signed the divorce papers without hesitation. It was time to take back everything he stole from me.”