All Chapters of The Billionaire's Twins Play Matchmaker: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Barely a month into their second tour, they found themselves caught in a deadly ambush. They were in a kill box, surrounded on all sides. Augustus still had trouble remembering that night. What he did remember was waking up miles away with Carl standing guard as they waited for their evac chopper. There were only three other survivors from their squad and the story they told was hard to believe. In the heat of battle, with their comrades dropping like flies, Carl grabbed his knife and disappeared into the night. At first, they thought he had abandoned them until enemy fire suddenly began to fall silent. When Carl returned, he and his knife were drenched in their enemies’ blood. Slinging Augustus’s inert body over his shoulder, Carl led them to an open area large enough for a chopper to set down. Augustus was honorably discharged and sent home after he recovered, but Carl was placed in another unit. He tried and failed several times to reconnect with Ca

Julius clenched his fists, but held himself in check. When Macey introduced them she had been happy to see her college friends, but there had been no particular attachment to this man beyond friendship. So this man’s love was one-sided. That thought calmed him. Julius would tolerate many things, but not a rival for Macey’s affection. “You don’t know anything about her. You probably don’t even know her favorite food is strawberries!” March stood beside Julius as the drunk accosted him. Like his brother, he recognized the man as Macey’s friend, and like Julius, he also realized the man was in love with her. He glanced at his brother, trying to gauge Julius’s reaction to this revelation. Though the man’s accusations were not completely wrong, they weren’t completely right either. He opened his mouth to speak, but Julius beat him to the punch. “Macey doesn’t like strawberries. She’s allergic and breaks out when she eats them.” Paul

“And that’s when Julius showed up,” Macey said. “Honestly, I thought he was going to kill him. The look in his eyes was intense.” “If he heard what that man said I can see why,” Rose said. “He would never let that kind of insult go.” “And then?” Victoria prompted. “We kissed.” “Oh?” Victoria and Rose watched her, waiting for details. “Well? Come on. Don’t stop now!” Macey blushed at their eagerness, but she couldn’t hold back her smile at the memory. “It was nice. Like the whole world just stopped.” Victoria smiled, “Le seul vrai langage au monde est un baiser.”[1] Macey’s blush deepened. “And then?” “I panicked,” Macey said. “I couldn’t think straight, so I said I should go get the kids and take them home.” “Macey!” Victoria admonished. One did not bring up kids when they were in the middle of a passionate embrace. Had Macey learned nothing from her time living

“Maman!” Aria exclaimed as Macey made her way to them. “Hello, baby,” Macey smiled as her children clung to their father. She loved to see them like that except it meant he didn’t have an arm free for her. As if sensing her thoughts, Julius carefully set the twins on their feet and pulled her into his embrace. He pressed his forehead to hers. The last of his worries and anger drained away. She was in his arms and nothing else mattered. Well, maybe there was one thing. “So, are you going to tell me about Cap d’Agde?” Macey stiffened and said, “Nothing…happened.” “It’s a beach where people are nude in public.” “Julius…” “…Macey.” “Look, I had just started showing and I was uncomfortable and bloated and surrounded by young college girls with their perfect bodies,” Macey sighed. “Victoria suggested we get away for a weekend. I had no idea she made reservations at that resort and the firs

“This is an analysis of my son’s drink two years ago,” Augustus said. “It appears someone spiked his drink.” Katherine felt herself pale as he slid the top page to the side. “This is a fingerprint analysis of that same glass,” Augustus said. “There are only three fingerprints on the glass. My son’s, though I doubt he would spike his own drink; the bartender’s, who swears he knows nothing; and yours.” Katherine struggled to maintain a blank expression, but she felt a tick as her face twitched from the stress building within. “And this,” Augustus slid the analysis aside to show her the last page, “is a document showing you were receiving fertility treatments at the time.” Her mouth dropped open. She stuttered, “H-how did you get that?” “You’d be surprised what you can acquire with enough time, patience and money,” Augustus said. “A better question would be how you thought I wouldn’t know? Of course, all of this is