THE BILLIONAIRE SECRET TWINS

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ble. She's been anxiously awaiting feedback from the nurses

s well up with tears. Her mom had suddenly slumped and fainted without warning, leaving he

houghts, jolting her back to reality. She spins around, he

'Any update?' she asks, her voice trembling with anticipation. Her ocean blue eyes remain fixe

e replies, but her words are

r clarity, her voice laced with concern. 'If she's alright, then why the sad smile?' she asks, her ears

know the right thing to do?' she asks, her gaze piercing. Tasha's expression crumbles, her eyes welling up with tears

w it. The best option, the only option, is surgery. It's the only way to

eep sadness that mirrors Tasha's own. The nurse's expression is a mix

on and trepidation. She knows the news she's about to deliver will be devastating,

nurse's with a sense of trepidation, as if she

vealed that her systems are critically weak. If she doesn't undergo surgery within the next 48 hours, she may not survive.' The nurse's

her mind like a dire warning. 'Tasha, you need to save your mother, or else yo

the enormity of her decision. The silence that follows is oppressive, punctuated only by the s

oss her chest. But as Mira's words suddenly thunder through her mind, she suddenly spring

e situation. She hails the first taxi she sees and jumps in, her ey

ty palpable as she waits for him to pull into the parking lot. She hands him a wad of c

a's response. The door creaks open, revealing a startled Mira, whose express

thought she'd say: 'I'm ready, Mira. I'm ready to do it. I'll do the one night stand.' He

trying to convince Tasha to consider this option for so long, but Tasha's resistance had

an't let my mother die,' Tasha

finally taking my advice and going through with a one night stand?' Mira asks, seeking confirmation. Tash

. ...

scrunched in distaste. "It's too tight, short, and exposive. I can't

ibrant tone, "You don't always have to be a killjoy, T

her unease palpable. Before she can protest further, Mira pul

f, trying to ease the guilt building up inside her

g it in different angles, and she tries to hold onto

re we going to wait for your Mr. Sweet?" she groans, frustrated, her legs aching. "My le

pulls up in front of them. The tinted window of the luxurious vehicle slide

aces her straight, slender hand on the naked window of the car, her eyes boring into those of her lover. "What took you forever

rudes. She pulls her revealing dress down continuously, trying her be

the vehicle, eager to escape the shame she's feeling. "Is she always this shy?" Eric asks,

o the club and have fun," Mira responds with a smile, awa

bustling streets of California. The nightlife beckons, and the trio

MPANY

fire, and his eyes red with fury. His secretary and bodyguard scurry around him like obedient dogs, waiti

disapprove my business proposal? I've invested all my time and effort int

"Who dared to let that phone ring?" he thunders, his deep blue eyes scanning the room, dar

reputation and the consequences of being on the receiving end of his wrath. She's aware that deflecting

ion. The ebony-colored woman can only stare at him in shock a

ing. "Sir Desmond, you have a message," his bodyguard says, holding

with a scowl, the message seemingly a lifetime disturbanc

his words carefully. "And what does it say?" Desmond asks, alrea

onds. Upon hearing this, Desmond's heart skips a beat. "What could his father want this

t and pulling him back to reality. "No, I don't have to reply to that jerk,"

t," Desmond orders his driver as soon as he's set