All Chapters of The Billionaire Instant Twins: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

“So, I’m finally back,” Xavier muttered under his breath, standing at the front door of his father’s house in Texas. His jaw was clenched, tension radiating off him.“This place needs some serious work,” he thought as he looked over the weathered, worn-out house.Behind him, Zane and Alana stood quietly, beginning to shake off the shock of being dropped off by their Aunt Leila. Alana, curious as always, was trying to peer inside a large, dusty wooden planter that had once been used for flowers.Out of the corner of his eye, Xavier caught her small act of exploration, and his frustration bubbled over.“Alana!” he snapped, his tone sharp. “Don’t touch anything. Just stand still and be quiet.”Alana jumped back, quickly clutching Zane’s hand and standing close.Just then, the door creaked open, and Calla appeared in the doorway. Her face lit up the moment she saw Xavier. Without a second thought, she rushed forward and hugged him tight.“I missed you,” she said softly, though her voice h

Xavier’s car glided into the driveway of his mansion, a modern masterpiece of glass and steel that shimmered under the warm glow of the setting sun. The stark contrast between this luxurious abode and the crumbling house he had just left felt jarring, like stepping from a faded past into a vibrant present. As he stepped onto the cold polished stone, a sense of emptiness washed over him, despite the manicured garden overflowing with vibrant blooms and the heavy scent of jasmine that usually soothed him but now twisted in his stomach.The imposing double doors of the grand entrance loomed ahead, leading into a foyer drenched in soft light from an opulent chandelier, where the echoes of his footsteps amplified his growing isolation. Inside, the extravagant decor—gleaming marble floors and contemporary art—felt distant and suffocating, a gilded cage that reminded him of the relentless battles he fought daily, leaving him yearning for something he couldn’t quite grasp.“Come outside,” Xavi

“Xavier,” she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. “You can’t be serious.”“I wish I wasn’t,” he muttered, leaning back against the sofa. “But I’ve been getting some random messages… and I feel he’s sending them to me.”Calla felt her breath catch in her throat. She clenched her fists to stop them from shaking, but her entire body felt cold. “How do you know it’s him?” Her voice was fragile, as if asking the question might shatter her resolve entirely.Xavier’s gaze sharpened, his eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that made her stomach flip. “Calla, I’m not the kind of man who lives under false hopes. I don’t cling to ‘maybes’ or ignore the obvious. I know it’s him.” His voice softened, but the firmness remained. “I’m not taking any chances. Not with your safety.”Calla turned away, unable to hold his gaze. The room felt suffocating, the reality crashing down around her. She had hoped—prayed, even—that this nightmare was behind them. But now… it felt like the walls were clo

Logan leaned against the desk, his sharp gaze fixed on Xavier, arms crossed as he tilted his head slightly.“Tell me everything,” Logan said, his voice low but pressing, eyes narrowing with curiosity. “These kids—how did they end up with you?”Xavier let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through his hair as he slumped into the chair behind him.“It all started on that damn cruise,” Xavier muttered, his face hard with exasperation. “You know, like you suggested, I went to clear my head, to get away from it all. But they were there—those kids… Zane and Alana.” His face tightened at the memory. “They were the most annoying, wild, chaotic kids I’ve ever come across. They made every meal a disaster, every event a circus, and completely wrecked my plans.”Logan’s brow furrowed. “And yet, they’re here with you now. What happened?”Xavier leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees as he stared at the floor, replaying the last day of the cruise in his mind.“I was ready to leave, you know

The villa was silent, its opulence both breathtaking and cold. Calla sat cross-legged on a plush Persian rug, leaning against an armchair upholstered in butter-soft leather, her gaze drifting across the cavernous room. Floor-to-ceiling windows framed the distant city lights, while silk drapes pooled on the marble floor, their elegance untouched, as if no one had ever dared disturb this carefully arranged perfection.Across from her, a grand fireplace cast faint shadows over the sculpted marble figurines on the mantle. A crystal decanter and cut-glass tumblers gleamed atop a polished table, and priceless artwork lined the walls, each piece an exquisite reminder of the wealth that surrounded her. Yet in this beautiful, curated space, Calla felt strangely hollow, the luxury around her a stark contrast to the ache she carried within.She hugged her knees tighter, letting out a shuddering breath that cut through the quiet. Her chest felt raw, like an old wound she’d tried to stitch up hers