All Chapters of The Billionaire Instant Twins: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

The halls of the mansion were eerily quiet, save for the soft echo of Calla’s footsteps as she made her way quickly toward her father’s room. The weight of the news—the accident, the injury—had hit her just moments ago, and with it came an overwhelming rush of worry. She couldn’t push away the nagging thought that she had been too consumed by everything else—her own life, her own mistakes—to check in on him. Now, here he was, lying hurt, and possibly in worse shape than he had let on. The guilt gnawed at her as she walked faster, the knot in her chest growing tighter with each step. She could feel the years of regret pressing on her shoulders, but now was not the time to dwell on that. Her father needed her.As she neared the door to his room, Calla froze in place. There, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed, was Xavier. His posture was relaxed, but the unreadable expression on his face made her stomach twist. Her heart sank, but a surge of anger quickly followed. Her b

Xavier and Bella sat in the dimly lit, confined space of the walk-in closet, the silence between them thick and weighted with unspoken words. The air was stifling, and the walls seemed to close in on them with each passing moment. It felt like they had been waiting forever, trapped together in this ridiculously small room with no clear way out. The initial rush of emotions—the awe, the thrill, the electric charge lingering from their earlier kiss—had long since faded, leaving behind an awkward tension that neither of them knew how to break.Now, they were simply waiting. Waiting for someone to find them, to set them free from this ridiculous predicament.Xavier leaned back against the cold wall, his arms folded tightly across his broad chest. He exhaled sharply through his nose, his frustration bubbling dangerously close to the surface. He could already feel his patience fraying at the edges, a tight coil of irritation twisting in his gut. He knew exactly who was responsible for this

The living room was quiet, save for the soft ticking of the grandfather clock in the corner and the occasional rustle of the wind outside, stirring the curtains. Bella sat on the couch, her posture stiff, her gaze distant. Zane and Alana stood in front of her, fidgeting nervously. Their little faces were full of guilt, their wide eyes searching for a way to make things right.“We’re really sorry, Bella,” Zane said, his voice small and uncertain. He shifted from foot to foot, clearly uncomfortable with the atmosphere.“We didn’t mean to lock you in there for so long,” Alana added, her voice almost a whisper, as though the weight of her words made them heavier.Bella looked at them, her expression hardening, but not in anger. It was more a mixture of disappointment and concern. They were just children, after all, but their actions had consequences.“Your prank was not just a prank, kids,” Bella said, her tone steady but firm. “You can’t joke about things that can hurt or affect others

Xavier sat in his car, his fingers tapping restlessly on the steering wheel. He hadn’t heard from Ember all day, and the silence between them was unsettling. Ever since the argument they’d had over Bea, she hadn’t called or texted, and Xavier knew something was wrong. He had hoped the tension would dissipate, but it lingered like a shadow, stretching between them. He couldn’t stand it any longer. The weight of the unspoken words between them was suffocating, and he needed to do something—anything—to make it right.He had an idea.Pulling his phone from his pocket, he dialed Ember’s number. After a few rings, she answered, her voice cool and distant.“Xavier,” she said, a single word that conveyed everything—distance, disappointment, and a trace of anger.“Hey, Ember,” he said, trying to sound casual but knowing he couldn’t hide the concern in his voice. “I was thinking we could go out today. I’ll pick you up, and we could do something fun. What do you say?”There was a long pause on

The sterile smell of the hospital hit Xavier’s nose as he and Logan walked down the corridor toward the liver specialist's office. The sounds of nurses and patients filled the air, but in that moment, Xavier couldn’t focus on anything but the weight on his shoulders. His mind kept replaying the conversation they had had earlier, but now, he was about to face the truth about his father, Thomas. He wasn’t prepared for whatever he was about to hear.As they entered the doctor's office, Xavier’s eyes immediately fixed on the doctor sitting behind the desk. Dr. Harris, a man in his late 40s with glasses perched on the bridge of his nose and a clipboard in hand, motioned for them to sit. His calm demeanor offered little comfort to Xavier, whose anxiety was beginning to bubble up."Mr. Donovan," Dr. Harris greeted them, his voice calm and professional. "I’ve reviewed the tests and scans. Let me get straight to the point. Your father is suffering from hepatocellular carcinoma, which is a for