All Chapters of Billionaire Alpha's Hidden Twins : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Aurora's Point Of View"It was all because of my heat," I defended myself as I took a bite out of the pancake."I did not say otherwise," he shrugged as he sat opposite me on the kitchen island. I watched as he took a bite and licked the sauce off his lips. "What? Still feel devouring me?" He teased, snapping me out of my daze. "I'm fine now," I shoved a spoon of food down my mouth to cover my embarrassment. "Looks like the doctor was right." "Did I do anything weird after last night?" He paused and looked at me like he knew something I didn't know. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. I cannot remember anything after we both lied down in his bed last night. Surely, I couldn't have done anything worse. "No," he said and I heaved a sigh of relief. "You slept like a baby. Do you feel better now?" I nodded. "I'm back to myself." He pursed his lips, "bummer," I frowned and he chuckled. "I'm just pulling your legs." He gestured to my almost empty plate. "You done with that?" He ask

Eduardo’s Point of ViewIt started with a phone call. The headmaster of the twins' school reached out to notify me of an upcoming Father’s Day program. At first, I wasn’t sure what to do with the information. I hadn’t been a part of Dexter and Eloise’s lives for so long, and now, I was being invited to attend something that was, by all accounts, for fathers.Was I really ready for this? Was it too much? Too soon?I hung up the phone, feeling the weight of the decision pressing on my shoulders. For years, I had been absent from their lives—not by choice, but by circumstance. The thought of standing there, surrounded by fathers who had been present, who knew their children’s every like and dislike, who had shared every moment... It made me feel like an outsider. I hadn’t earned the right to be called a father.And yet, a part of me longed to go. To be there. To see them laugh, to join in their fun, and to make memories that I had missed out on for so long.My heart and mind were at war,

Aurora’s Point of ViewThe boardroom was filled with the hum of low voices, the subtle clicking of laptops, and the rustling of papers as the meeting went on. We were in the middle of a major discussion about a new construction project—a high-end residential complex that Eduardo’s company was bidding on. As I sat at the long, polished table, my attention kept drifting from the presentation slides to Eduardo, who sat at the head of the table.He was calm and collected as always, his eyes sharp as he addressed his team. I admired how he handled these meetings with such ease, delegating responsibilities, asking the right questions, and commanding the room. “Let’s focus on securing the land first,” Eduardo said, his voice deep and authoritative. “We need to ensure that the environmental assessment report is clean. Aurora, do you have the final analysis from the firm?”I straightened in my seat, pushing aside my wandering thoughts. “Yes, I do,” I replied, flipping through the papers in fr

Aurora's Point of ViewThe day of the bid arrived, and the office was buzzing with nervous excitement. We had spent the past week going over every detail, ensuring that our proposal for the Evergreen Heights project was as solid as it could be. Eduardo was calm and focused, but I could tell from the way his jaw clenched that the pressure was getting to him.I walked into the conference room where Eduardo’s team had gathered, ready for the final presentation. The room was filled with engineers, architects, and project managers, all looking over last-minute details on their laptops and discussing strategies in hushed tones.Eduardo stood at the head of the table, reviewing the presentation slides on the screen. His presence was magnetic, as usual, and I couldn’t help but notice how his confidence lifted the spirits of everyone around him. It had been weeks since he re-entered my life, and I could no longer deny how drawn I felt toward him. The way he handled the kids, his steady hand at

Eduardo’s Point of ViewThe moment I saw Ricardo step into the auction room, something dark coiled in my chest. I kept my face unreadable, years of training in business meetings serving me well, but inside, I felt the unmistakable grip of anger. He hadn’t changed much. Physically, that is. But the air surrounding him had changed. Ricardo was always a man of low self esteem and he tried to mask that by being the loudest jerk in the room. But now, he was different. The way he sat on his seat, his face fixated on the stage with unshaken concentration spoke of a different man. The bidding process dragged on, numbers and proposals being thrown around like weapons in a battle none of us could afford to lose. I had anticipated competition from Arclight, but Ricardo being at the helm, leading their charge— that was a blow I hadn’t seen coming. I should have kept tabs on him when he left New York but Ricardo was an insignificant insect to me. I could care less of what he did with his life. Bu