All Chapters of The Billionaire's Twins Play Matchmaker: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

It was Augustus who first proposed the idea of marriage to one of his sons. She wasn’t sure if it was charity or his abiding desire to ensure her a comfortable future. March was over ten years her senior and already married, which, naturally, left Julius as the groom of choice. Though she initially spoke out against it, her secret crush on Julius had only grown over the years. It had taken some time for Julius to agree. Macey tried not to seem overeager, but inwardly she was thrilled. At first, their marriage seemed to work. Despite his earlier reluctance, Julius was a model husband: attentive and sometimes even caring. It was her hope that eventually he would come to love her, but it changed six months ago. Rumors started to circulate. Her family had been poor and well below the DaLair family’s means. People called her a gold-digger, a shameless tramp and a hundred other names. She tried not to let it bother her, but it never occurred to her Julius would belie

“Oooo! Here it is!” Katherine excitedly cooed as she dragged Julius into the newly opened art gallery. Though its grand opening was still a week away it was open for business. Located along East Houston Street it enjoyed proximity to several other galleries and ensured a steady stream of curious visitors. His father might not have much experience when it came to art but he knew a good location so Julius was not surprised; however, it still didn’t explain why his father bought the art gallery in the first place. He sighed. It had only taken a day for Katherine to recover from his father’s public rejection. Julius hated to admit it but she had some fortitude. She probably thought it earned her sympathy from him but he couldn’t care less, if she wanted to punish herself by irritating his father that was her business. Julius glanced around him to distract himself from her irritatingly shrill voice. Gray Studio Gallery’s mission was to be the p

“How are you feeling, my dear?” Augustus asked. “Better.” Macey managed a smile. She was relaxed, reclining on her pillows. It had been just over a week since she arrived at the mansion. The staff had been told not to reveal the identity of their guest and to treat her with the upmost care, following doctor’s orders. Luckily, his sons were infrequent visitors and since his birthday party there was little need from them to come home when they saw him at work every day. Normally, Augustus lamented their inattention, but now he was grateful as it allowed Macey to recover without interruption. “I’m glad,” Augustus sighed. “And the baby?” “The doctor says its heartbeat is strong, so she doesn’t think there will be any complications as long as I avoid unnecessary stress.” “Good.” Augustus didn’t try to hide his relief, but worried how the next topic would affect her. “As much as I don’t want to, I need to discuss something wi

“Are you all right Miss?” Stephen asked with concern as they exited customs. “I’m fine,” Macey sighed. “Air travel has never been my favorite.” “It will be much easier from here.” Hailing a cab, Stephen loaded her luggage into the trunk, then gave instructions to the driver. Macey listened, amazed at the ease with which he handled the situation. “Stephen, I didn’t know you could speak French.” “I can’t.” “But.” “I learned a bit when I came here to set up your apartment,” he said, “but I only know enough to give the correct address.” Macey was silent for a time, “I’m going to need to learn.” “Miss?” “French. If I’m going to stay here I really should learn the language, don’t you think?” “You have a point. It will be useful when you begin attending school. But the state has several remedial programs, specifically for immigrants to learn the language.”

Macey woke with a sudden urge to pee. With a grunt, she pushed herself out of bed, struggling with her rather large stomach. She gently stroked it. It had been months since the doctor told her she was not having just one baby but two. Twins. It still didn’t seem real despite her expanding middle. Twins, actual twins. She eased out of bed and retreated to the bathroom to relieve herself. Once she was comfortable again, she moved to the living room and sat on the sofa. She was grateful for the large cushions. Her back and feet constantly ached. Now, it seemed the twins had settled permanently on her bladder. That was something no one warned her about. She inhaled deeply as her body tensed. For the past couple of weeks she had been having minor contractions. Her doctor explained it was her body’s way of preparing for labor and to not be alarmed by them. The moment passed. She winced as a wave of heartburn came next. It seemed she was a