All Chapters of The Billionaire's Twins Play Matchmaker: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

“Oooo! Here it is!” Katherine excitedly cooed as she dragged Julius into the 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. 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 premiere

Stephen escorted them to baggage claim and helped carry their five bags back to the car. Once they were situated in the limo, he drove them directly to the store. Augustus hadn’t just arranged them time to shop, but had reserved the whole store for their exclusive use. Security stood outside the doors, allowing Macey to shop unperturbed by other shoppers aside from her overly eager twins. The situation made Macey uncomfortable, but she decided to roll with it. She knew from experience how overbearing Augustus could be when he wanted something, but his heart was usually in the right place. Sifting through the racks, Macey eventually found one that piqued her interest. Taking it back to the changing room, she emerged wearing the hunter green evening gown. It had a high neckline, leaving her back and shoulders bare though it covered her chest. It fit her like a second skin hugging her curves and left very little to the imagination despite its coverage. Its snug fit c

Caden climbed on the bench and lifted the cover. He touched the keys in awe. His keyboard at home suddenly seemed like a poor imitation now that he sat at the real thing. Without hesitation, he began to play. The house was soon filled with the melody of Coldplay’s Clocks while Stephen brought in their luggage and shopping bags. Macey stood looking around her. Slowly, she stepped toward the patio door to look at the pool and well manicured yard. There was a small building tucked to the side. Even from a distance Macey could see the red light above the door. Combined with the lack of windows and ample ventilation, she knew it was a private dark room no doubt already stocked with all the needed supplies to develop photographs. She shook her head, looking at Stephen, and said, “This is too much.” “It was Mister DaLair’s wish that you have everything you need. The villa is also close to the gallery, which will be convenient for you.”

Everyone froze. Idle chatter fell silent. The crowd parted, making way for the formidable DaLair patriarch. His gray eyes were a storm of rage. Harming his grandkids was a dangerous gamble. The entire crowd felt the unbearable tension, unsure of what was happening. No one knew what to expect until the little girl suddenly exclaimed, “Grand-père Gus!” Without hesitation, the pair ran up to the ruthless business mogul. Augustus’s scowl instantly disappeared. He dropped to his knees to catch the exuberant pair, wrapping them in a bear hug. “There are my little rascals!” he laughed, much to the crowd’s surprise. “We missed you grand-père!” the little girl said. “Why weren’t you waiting for us?” “I’m sorry sweetie. I got caught up with some business.” “That’s okay. We forgive you,” Aria said, her tone almost patronizing. Augustus chuckled, “Where’s your mother?” “Looking for you. Maman

“How long!” Julius demanded, throwing open the door to his father’s office. “How long have you known?” March followed a step behind, closing the door. This probably wasn’t the best conversation to have when everyone could listen to it. Augustus glanced up from the paperwork he was about to sign. His gray eyes were calm and appraising. Without a word, he returned to the paperwork in front of him, signing and handing it to Stephen. With a wave, he dismissed his steadfast assistant before turning his attention back to his sons. “Dad,” March prompted when he still didn’t speak. “How long have you known about Macey…and the twins?” Without a word, Augustus reached into the bottom drawer of his desk and removed a small photo album. He set it on the desk and shoved it toward them. Julius remained riveted where he stood. His hands were balled into fists as if fighting the urge to attack his own father, so March stepped forward to take the album. He s