All Chapters of The Billionaire Instant Twins: Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

The courtroom was tense. The air was thick with anticipation as everyone waited for the next move. James Tyler sat confidently beside his lawyer, a smirk playing on his lips. He had been fighting this case for weeks, trying to prove that Zane and Alana were his children. And now, he was ready to present what he believed would be the final blow to Xavier’s case.Xavier sat on the opposite side, his hands clenched into fists on the table. Logan was next to him, his presence a silent support. Xavier’s heart pounded. This case had drained him mentally and emotionally. He had lost sleep, fought battles both inside and outside the courtroom, and yet, here he was—still fighting.The judge, an older man with sharp eyes, adjusted his glasses and looked at James' lawyer. “You may proceed with your evidence.”James’ lawyer stood up, his voice smooth and practiced. “Your Honor, we have gathered substantial proof that my client, James Tyler, is indeed the biological father of Zane and Alana. We ha

The hospital halls were quiet except for the soft hum of medical equipment and the occasional sound of footsteps. Xavier walked beside Bella, his hand hovering near her arm, ready to catch her if she faltered. The doctor’s words still rang in his ears."The placenta is embedding into the uterine walls. If we don’t operate soon, it could be life-threatening."His jaw tightened. He hated hospitals, hated the cold sterility of the place, hated the way they made him feel powerless. But right now, none of that mattered. Bella mattered. Their baby mattered.Bella’s face was pale, her hands gently cradling her swollen belly. He could see the fear in her eyes, the uncertainty. She hadn’t spoken a word since they left the doctor’s office. Xavier wanted to say something to comfort her, to tell her that everything would be okay, but the truth was—he was just as terrified.As they stepped into the lobby, heading toward the parking lot, a familiar voice sliced through the air.“Well, well, look wh

Xavier sat in his car, gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white. He was thinking about Calla. Her phone was powered off and she hadn't talked to him since she left the court on the day of judgement.For the past few days, he was stuck with Bella and her complicated pregnancy, that's why he didn't get a chance to go after Calla. But now he had to find her and talk to her. He had to bring her home and make her take divorce from Drake. So, he was driving his car toward Drake's home, where Calla should be.Where the hell are you, Calla? He had been waiting, counting down the minutes until the police would finally arrest Drake. But days had passed, and there was no news—nothing except a growing sense of unease gnawing at his mind.Xavier took a turn on the road and once again dialed Calla's number. But the automated voice told him,The number you are trying to reach is currently switched off.His gut twisted. Calla never switched off her phone. A suffocating dread

Xavier burst into the hospital, shouting for a doctor, his voice hoarse with desperation and fear. His heart pounded like a war drum in his chest, his breath coming in sharp, ragged gasps as he clutched Bella tightly in his arms.A team of nurses immediately rushed to them, urgency etched into every movement. They swiftly guided him toward a gurney, gently easing Bella from his arms. The moment his hands let go of her, a hollow ache opened in his chest. He hated the distance, even if it was just a few feet.“Please—please help her,” he whispered, but the nurses were already at work, checking her vitals, lifting her limp body with clinical precision. Her face was pale as snow, lips tinged with blue, blood staining her nightgown like a warning.He stood frozen as they wheeled her away, the sound of squeaking wheels echoing in the sterile corridor like gunshots. The air around him felt too bright, too white, too loud. Everything blurred at the edges.The gynecologist, Dr. Hayes, arrived

The heavy sound of boots stomping across the marble floor sent a chill down Jessica’s spine. She turned around sharply, her breath catching in her throat as she saw him—Drake.He stood in the doorway, his clothes disheveled, his hair a mess, and his face twisted with rage. His eyes were bloodshot, and his grip on the gun in his hand was firm.Jessica felt the blood drain from her face. "Drake, what are you doing here? The police are looking for you!"Drake ignored her. His furious gaze was locked on Harold. His father stood in the center of the living room, his expression tense but composed."You let her go!" Drake snarled, stepping closer, his hands trembling around the gun. "You betrayed me, Dad! You helped that traitor escape!"Harold exhaled slowly, his heart pounding. "I did what I had to do, Drake."Drake let out a bitter laugh. "You HAD to do it? You HAD to betray your own son?" His voice cracked with hysteria. "Do you even realize what you've done? That woman ruined everything