All Chapters of The Billionaire Instant Twins: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Xavier stepped out of the cold, grey building of the police station, the harsh air biting at his skin, his breaths coming heavily, his chest tight with frustration. Every step felt heavier than the last as if the weight of his anger was pulling him down to the ground. His shoulders were stiff, his fists clenched at his sides, the muscles in his jaw working with each pulse of emotion that surged through him.The moment he stepped outside and saw his father, Thomas Donovan, sitting slouched on a bench nearby, the familiar wave of anger surged through him, sharper and more visceral than ever.This morning had been a nightmare. Kenji and Mei had suddenly withdrawn the case, presenting an official statement that it wasn’t Thomas’s mistake, that they had somehow stumbled in front of his car by accident. Xavier couldn’t believe it.He had barely held it together in the station, managing to keep his rage from spilling over. But now, the injustice of it all felt like a punch to the gut. It was

Xavier sat at his desk, his fingers absentmindedly tapping against the surface. His mind was elsewhere, caught in the web of obligations and responsibilities that had tangled his life in recent days. The door to his office opened with a soft click, and in walked Ember. Xavier’s heart skipped a beat at the sight of her. She was breathtaking as always—her fiery red dress hugging her curves perfectly, the soft waves of her hair cascading around her shoulders. But despite her outward beauty, there was something in her posture, something about the way she carried herself, that immediately told Xavier she wasn’t in a good mood."Ember," Xavier murmured, standing up from his desk as he watched her, his voice soft with concern."Hey, what’s wrong?"She didn’t respond at first, her gaze averted as she stepped further into the room. Her hands fluttered to her sides as if unsure where to settle, finally clasping tightly in front of her. Xavier took a step toward her, his arms outstretched as if

Drake sat alone in his room, the soft hum of the camera filling the silence. The air was heavy, almost suffocating, as if the weight of his guilt and shame had seeped into the walls around him. He stared straight at the lens, his reflection faintly visible in the dark, glossy surface, and felt the crushing burden of everything pressing down on him—everything he’d done, lost, and never taken back.Shadows flickered across the dimly lit walls, deepening the oppressive atmosphere and adding to the overwhelming sense of dread. His hands trembled as they hovered over the record button, the hesitation clear in how his fingers quivered, but he forced himself to steady them. This wasn’t about him anymore. This was about Calla. About finally making things right—if that was even possible.With a deep, shuddering breath, Drake pressed the button. The camera began to record, the little red light blinking steadily, marking the beginning of a confession he had avoided for far too long. He leaned ba

Calla sat on the edge of her bed, her legs crossed beneath her, a book lying open in her lap. She’d been staring at the same page for what felt like forever, the words swimming in front of her eyes. Normally, reading was her refuge, the one place she could retreat when everything else felt too chaotic, too overwhelming. But not today. Today, her mind wouldn’t let her focus.It had been days since she last heard from Drake. Their last conversation hadn’t gone well—well, none of their conversations ever really did. He had a way of making her feel small, guilty, like she owed him something, even now. She should’ve felt relieved that he was keeping his distance. And she did. Mostly. But the silence? It felt strange, unsettling, like a storm brewing just beyond the horizon.Then there was the mess at home. Tension had wrapped itself around the house like a suffocating blanket. Thomas’s presence didn’t help. Having their father there was like living with a ghost of bad decisions and broken

Xavier’s footsteps echoed through the quiet hallway as he walked into the house, his briefcase still clutched tightly in his hand. It had been a grueling day at the office, filled with back-to-back meetings and relentless attempts to solve yet another financial crisis. But despite the chaos at work, his mind hadn’t been able to stay focused. His thoughts had kept drifting, circling around one person: Calla.He hadn’t seen much of her today, and that fact alone had weighed on him. Work had consumed his time, and his family’s constant demands had drained the rest of his energy. Now, as he entered the living room, the sight before him made his chest tighten.Calla was sitting on the couch, her legs tucked beneath her, with Zane and Alana on either side of her. The three of them were leaning in toward her phone, their heads close together as they spoke animatedly, laughing and chatting over something on the screen. For a moment, Xavier stood still, just watching them, his presence unnotic