All Chapters of Billionaire Alpha's Hidden Twins : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Aurora’s Point of ViewThe wheels hit the tarmac, jostling me awake from the shallow, restless sleep I’d fallen into. As I blinked into the cabin lights, my eyes adjusted to the familiar cityscape visible through the small airplane window. New York. Home, back to my kids. I can't wait to see them. The moment we had left the island, something in the air had shifted. Eduardo hadn’t said much during the flight. His gaze occasionally lingered on me, but the words remained trapped. He looked like he wanted to say a lot but all that left his lips occasionally was heavy sighs. After the confrontation on the beach, the careful truce we’d struck felt fragile. We both knew things would be different now.As we walked down the terminal, I felt the weight of New York settle back onto my shoulders. I was going to rediscover myself. My resignation hung between us, an unfulfilled declaration I knew he hadn’t fully accepted. The way he had searched my face before we boarded, as though trying to find

Aurora's Point Of ViewJulie left quite early in the morning because she had a trial 10am and she had to be, in her words, mentally and physically prepared. I told Nana to rest while I prepared the kids for school. Today was sports day and Dexter was bent on wearing a brown sneakers which I think doesn't really look good but for some reason, he is obsessed with it. "Eloise, grab your bag and let's go." I yelled as I rounded up what I was doing in the kitchen. Dexter came in with an empty chocolate tea cup in his hand and handed it to me. I bent to his height and wiped away his chocolate moustache. "Thank you, mummy," I pecked his forehead and he turned to leave. My eyes caught the shoes again and I groaned. "Dexter, should mummy change your shoes. I have a better one." He shook his head, "no, mummy, I want this." I pursed my lips. Where did that shoe come from anyway? Was it part of the bunch Eduardo bought for him? "Why do you like that shoe so much?" I asked him. "Uncle Rick b

Aurora's Point Of ViewRicardo had showed up very early in the morning while the kids weren't even ready for school. I didn't get to complain because the kids were so excited to see him. Their screams almost brought down the whole house when they realized who was standing at the front door. "I've missed you!" Dexter squealed as Rick picked him up. "Me me!" Eloise pouted and I laughed. She is such a jealous baby. Rick picked both of them up and twirled them, their happy giggles filling the whole house. It was such a beautiful sight to behold. They spent more time bombarding Ricardo with questions than preparing for school. I called Maxwell not to bother coming to take them to school because they insisted Ricardo took them. They eventually arrived in school late anyway. "So where are we going today, Mr Gomez?" I asked him as he pulled over in the driveway. He shrugged innocently, the corner of his lips curved up in a smile. "You'll see. Just go in there, wash up, dress up, and let's

Aurora's Point Of ViewThe café was quieter than usual, the muted hum of soft jazz filling the background. I sat by the window, tracing patterns on the condensation that formed on my coffee cup. I’d been staring at Eduardo’s text for hours, my thumb hovering over my phone, unsure of whether I was ready for this conversation. "I’m sorry. I want to talk." His words were simple, but the weight they carried felt suffocating.After much thought and deliberation, I had agreed to meet him. But now, sitting in the quiet of the cafe, I wasn’t sure if I was ready to face him... really face him. I glanced at my wristwatch - thirty minutes past five. He said to meet here at 5.30. The door opened with a soft jingle, and Eduardo stepped in. His eyes scanned the room before locking onto mine. There was a look of hesitation on his face, something I hadn’t seen in a long time. Maybe it was guilt, maybe it was regret... either way, it made my stomach twist.He approached slowly, like he wasn’t sure wh

The morning sunlight poured softly through the curtains, painting streaks of gold on the walls. I sat on the couch with my coffee, my notebook open on my lap. The pages were a chaotic mix of scribbled ideas, crossed-out plans, and even a few doodles from Eloise. Progress, I told myself, even if it felt painfully slow. The sound of small footsteps echoed down the hallway, pulling me from my thoughts. A second later, Dexter appeared in his pajamas, his hair sticking up like he’d been wrestling with his pillow all night. It was Saturday so I get to spend the whole day with my babies today. “Good morning, Mommy,” he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep as he climbed onto the couch beside me. “Good morning, love.” I kissed his messy curls and set my coffee down. “Where’s Eloise?” I asked, wrapping my arm around his small frame. “She’s still sleeping,” Dexter said, snuggling closer. I smiled, resting my chin lightly on his head. Moments like these felt like an anchor, grounding me in t