All Chapters of The Billionaire's Secret Twin: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The gilded walls of the penthouse had never felt more like a fortress—or a prison. Julian paced the length of the marble living room, his fingers tracing the heavy signet ring on his right hand. The weight of Dominic’s identity was pressing down on him harder with every passing hour. Outside the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, the Manhattan skyline glittered indifference, but inside, every shadow seemed to hold a threat."You're pacing again," Maya’s voice cut through the silence softly as she stepped into the living room, holding two cups of black coffee. Julian stopped, forcing a neutral expression onto his face. He watched her approach—her sharp eyes, her measured posture. Maya wasn't just Dominic's corporate strategist; she was the only person in Vance Tower who paid attention to the tiny details. Every time she looked at him, Julian felt like a counterfeit bill being held up to the light."Just thinking about the board meeting tomorrow," Julian lied smoothly, taking one of the

The grip around Julian’s throat was like a steel vice. Air sizzled in his chest as he was dragged backward into the shadow of the concrete pillar. Through his spots of failing vision, he looked ahead. Victoria Vance stood motionless under the glaring SUV headlights, her silenced pistol still leveled at his chest, an amused, icy smirk playing across her lips."Careful, Dominic," Victoria purred, her voice echoing in the damp air. "Don't choke him out before he signs the transfer waiver. We need his thumbprint on the hard copy while he's still warm."The grip loosened just enough for Julian to draw a ragged, burning breath. He slammed his elbow backward with everything he had, driving it straight into his attacker's ribs. A sharp gasp sounded behind him. The grip broke. Julian spun around, stumbling against the cold concrete pillar, his chest heaving as he stared into his own face.Standing six feet away, dressed in a sleek charcoal turtleneck and black leather gloves, was Dominic Va

The silence in the executive boardroom was deafening, broken only by the hum of the air conditioning and the silent, pulsing red light of the television screen.*EXPLOSION REPORTED AT VANCE TOWER SUB-LEVEL HOLDING CELL.*Arthur Sterling stared at the screen, his mouth open in shock. The twelve shareholders at the long table began muttering frantically, their eyes darting between the news ticker and Julian.Julian didn't panic. He couldn't afford to. If he lost control for even a second, the fragile mask of "Dominic Vance" would shatter right in front of the board.He shoved his phone back into his pocket, turning his gaze slowly toward Lawson, who stood frozen by the boardroom doors, his radio crackling with static and chaotic shouts from the sub-level guards."Lawson," Julian’s voice cut through the panicking room like a blade. "Report. Now."Lawson unclipped his radio with a trembling hand, pressing the receiver to his ear. "Sub-Level 1, this is Lawson! Speak to me! What happened do

The hiss of the vault’s environmental seal closing was terrifyingly quiet. Inside the soundproof steel room, total darkness swallowed everything. The only light came from the faint red glow of Maya’s hardware scanner, casting long, eerie shadows across the cold metallic walls."Dominic!" Julian slammed his palm against the heavy titanium door, his voice echoing back at him in the cramped space. "Dominic!"Nothing. Only the faint, dying hum of the overhead ventilation shaft being cut off from the main building supply."Save your breath, Julian," Maya’s voice came from the dark, her tone dangerously focused despite the rising panic in the room. "The vault walls are reinforced with eight inches of solid hardened steel. Slamming on the door won't even register to the guards outside—assuming Dominic hasn't already taken care of them."Julian stepped back, forced his breathing to slow down, and clicked on the flashlight utility on his phone. A beam of white light cut through the gloom, ill

The static from the disconnected video feed hummed softly against the quiet walls of the executive office. Julian’s hand shook so violently that the encrypted tablet almost slipped from his grip. On the black screen, the ghost image of Clara’s terrified face remained burned into his retinas. Clara. His twenty-two-year-old sister who spent her mornings volunteering at the community library in Lincoln Park and her evenings nagging him about skipping dinner. She knew nothing about Vance Tower. She knew nothing about custom Tom Ford suits, Zurich offshore accounts, or the billionaire twin brother Julian had been separated from at birth. She thought Julian was in New York attending a six-month educational seminar on school administration. And now she was sitting in a damp warehouse with a blindfold around her eyes and a gun trained on her heart."Julian?" Maya’s voice broke through his suffocating silence. She had seen the video over his shoulder. The habitual composure in her dark eyes