The Twin's Secret: A Billionaire's Tempting Proposal のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 131 - チャプター 140

Daphne's POV The night air clung heavy to my skin as I pulled the brim of my cap lower over my brow. The disguise was simple but effective—a faded uniform jacket, dark slacks, and a messenger’s satchel slung across my chest. Enough to pass for a late-night courier or some stray worker who’d wandered too close. My heart, however, pounded with the force of a drumline. Tonight wasn’t just another scheme.Tonight I would finally step into Oliver’s fortress and see for myself what he had done with Daisy.The streets outside his mansion buzzed faintly with activity—cars lining the curb, voices muffled with laughter and music drifting from within. The party was in full swing, perfect cover for my mission. I kept to the shadows, skirting the front gates until I reached the unguarded stretch of fence at the back. Christine’s voice still echoed in my mind from earlier, urging caution, asking what exactly I hoped to achieve. But my mind had been made up long before. I wouldn’t rest until I knew

Daphne's POV The laughter echoed across the hall, a blend of clinking glasses, half-drunk conversations, and the polite roar of good cheer. The chandeliers threw their golden light across the ballroom, washing the walls in warmth and gloss, and for a moment, it almost looked like one of those dream parties from movies. Except it wasn’t a dream for me. It was a trap.I stood at one corner of the hall, my back pressed against the wall, forcing my lips into the faintest semblance of a smile so I wouldn’t draw attention. Oliver stood beside me, his tall frame poised in that calm, controlled way he always carried himself. He looked like he belonged here. I still felt like a trespasser wearing Daisy’s skin.Across the room, I spotted them—*our* parents, Daisy’s parents, sitting among business partners and old friends. They laughed without reserve, raising glasses of wine, their voices carrying warmth I hadn’t felt in years. I should’ve been happy to see them smiling, but instead my stomach

Daphne's POV We walked past several doors, our footsteps light so we wouldn't make a single sound. Getting to the front door, with Oliver in front, I waited for him to unlock the door.Quietly, he unlatched the bunch of keys from his belt. Just as he turned the key in the keyhole, the door opened slightly. He pushed it open just so we could pass through.I heard the sound of a door open and when I turned, it was Brittany, poking her head from her door.“What's going on?” She whispered.“Shh…go back to bed.” I whispered back, waving her off. Brittany has always been a light sleeper, so I wasn't surprised that she was woken up by the sound.I just hope she's the only one awake. “Come on, let's hurry before anyone else sees us.” Oliver whispered.We padded past the main building, past the pool, careful to avoid the lights that hovered above the roofs. The forbidden building was located towards the rear end of the villa, a bit far from the old servant's quarters.We walked past the gues

Daphne's POV I woke to warmth. Real warmth.Oliver’s arms were still wrapped around me as if the night had never ended. His breathing was slow and even, his chest rising against my back. For a moment, I didn’t dare move. I just wanted to stay here—suspended in this fragile cocoon where the world couldn’t intrude, where Daisy’s existence didn’t hover like a shadow between us.I turned slightly, enough to see his face in the pale morning light that leaked through the curtains. His hair was tousled, his jawline sharp in repose, but what struck me most was how young he looked like this—unguarded, unarmored, almost boyish. Something twisted in me, a mixture of tenderness and fear.He stirred, his arms tightening around me instinctively, and when his eyes blinked open, he smiled.“Good morning,” he murmured, his voice rough with sleep.I smiled back, shyly, suddenly conscious of how close we were. “Morning.”His hand brushed a strand of hair from my face, lingering longer than necessary ag

Daphne's POV “Alright now. I think it's time for us to go and see the kids. Don't you think so, Sweetheart?” Daisy's Dad said, turning to his wife.“Oh yes, of course. I didn't want to disturb their sleep when we arrived last night and all through the party.” she replied.“Daisy, lead us to the nursery. They must have been all grown now. My little grandchildren.” he grinned.Now, as we walked, I felt the weight of my performance pressing harder. The next scene wasn’t about Europe or art or trips I could fake my way through with vague nods, it was about the twins. Dahlia and Delilah. The two little souls who did not belong to me but had somehow become entwined in my deception.My palms were damp as Oliver pushed the double doors of the nursery open. The warm scent of baby powder and lavender floated into the hallway, wrapping me in both comfort and dread. I swallowed hard and stepped inside.The room was a delicate dream…soft pastel walls, shelves stacked with stuffed animals, picture