Semua Bab The Twin's Secret: A Billionaire's Tempting Proposal: Bab 211 - Bab 217

Daphne's POV I sat on the couch in Willowbrook, a blanket over my legs, my hands wrapped around a mug of tea that had gone cold. I’d been home for two days since Oliver rescued me from that old house, his security team and the police storming in just in time. The fear of that moment, Jade’s accusations that I’d killed Daisy and stolen her life, mixed with the guilt I already carried for my sister’s death and Xavier’s accidental shooting. I’d never felt so shaken, but Oliver’s arms, Brittany’s presence, kept me grounded.I hadn’t gone back to the ballet studio, not yet, the fear of being watched too raw after Jade’s betrayal. Her words—calling me a gold-digger, a thief who took Daisy’s twins, her stage, her husband—cut deep, even though I knew they weren’t true.Oliver walked in, his face tired but warm, and sat beside me, his hand on mine. “You okay?” he said, his voice soft, his eyes searching mine.I nodded, my throat tight, managing a small smile. “Getting there,” I said, my voice

Daphne's POV The new house in Havenport smelled of fresh paint and sea air, a cozy two-story place with a garden out back where the twins could play. We’d moved in three days ago, the boxes still stacked in corners, but the living room already felt like ours, with the twins’ drawings taped to the fridge and Brittany’s coffee mug on the counter.Oliver was unloading dishes in the kitchen, his sleeves rolled up, while the twins ran outside, their laughter echoing through the open window. I stood in the upstairs bedroom, unpacking a box labeled “Daphne’s Stuff,” my hands moving slowly, my heart heavy but hopeful. This move was our fresh start, a chance to build something new for Dahlia, Delilah, Oliver, Brittany, and me.I pulled out a pair of worn ballet shoes, the leather soft and scuffed, and my breath caught. They weren’t mine—they were Daisy’s, from years ago when we danced together as kids. I’d packed them without thinking, a piece of her I couldn’t leave behind.My fingers traced

Daphne's POV Agnes, my adoptive mother, stood in the garden, her face bright, her body strong. She’d been sick for months after her kidney transplant, frail and tired when I’d last seen her, but now she looked healthy, her smile wide, her arms open.“Mum?” I said, my voice breaking, tears streaming as I ran to her, hugging her tight. “You’re here. You’re okay.”She held me, her voice choked, her hands warm on my back. “I’m here, sweetheart,” she said. “Thanks to Oliver. I’m better now.”I pulled back, my eyes wet, looking at Oliver, my voice trembling. “You did this?” I said, my heart full.He nodded, his voice soft. “After she was discharged,” he said, “I sent money for her care, hired people to help. I wanted her here, for you, for today.”I sobbed, hugging him, my voice choked. “Thank you,” I said, my words muffled against his chest. “I can’t believe you did this.”Agnes smiled, her eyes wet, and hugged me again, her voice warm. “I’m so proud of you,” she said. “You’re a good woma