All Chapters of The Billionaire Instant Twins: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Xavier parked the car in front of his building, the imposing structure looming over him as he stepped out. He didn’t want to attend, but he had made a commitment—and he was a man of his word. He had to keep moving forward, no matter how chaotic everything felt.His mind was a whirlwind of frustration, guilt, and uncertainty. He couldn’t shake the weight of the past few months—the sudden arrival of the twins in his life and the constant strain of trying to protect Calla from Drake, along with the pressure to maintain control as everything seemed to be falling apart around him.The seminar was held in a sleek conference center downtown, buzzing with energy as attendees milled about, exchanging business cards and engaging in light conversation. For most, it was a routine networking event—a chance to meet and make deals. The polished exterior of the seminar was a stark contrast to the chaos brewing within him. He felt disconnected, like an actor in someone else’s play, trying to hold it t

Drake shoved open the heavy oak doors of the family mansion, the faint smell of lemon polish and fresh-cut roses doing little to cool the fire burning in his chest. The living room was drenched in the golden light of sunset, where Harold Maverick sat in his usual spot, a leather armchair that practically screamed authority.Jessica Maverick, his mother, perched nervously on the sofa beside him, her hands clasped tight like she was holding onto something fragile.Drake barely spared them a glance, mumbling a half-hearted “hey” as he headed for the stairs.“Drake,” Harold barked, his tone sharp and unyielding. “Get over here. We need to talk.”Drake froze mid-step, his shoulders stiffening. With a deep sigh, he turned around, his patience already worn thin.“What now, Dad? I’ve had a hell of a day.”Harold leaned forward, his elbows on his knees, eyes cutting through Drake like a blade.“Did you send those texts to Xavier?”Drake’s chest tightened for a beat, but he kept his face steady

Drake sat cross-legged on the floor of his dimly lit room, the stale air around him heavy with the acrid scent of cigarette smoke. The blinds hung askew, casting slanted shadows across his hunched figure.In one trembling hand, he held a cigarette; in the other, a small vial of white powder. He sniffed sharply, his head snapping back as the powder burned through his senses, momentarily dulling the chaos in his mind.The door creaked open, interrupting his reprieve. Jessica stepped inside, her silhouette outlined by the dim light spilling in from the hallway. She paused in the doorway, her face a mixture of grief and disappointment as she took in the scene.“Drake,” she said softly, her voice trembling.He didn’t look at her, his focus fixed on the cigarette glowing between his fingers.Jessica moved further into the room, her heels clicking softly against the wooden floor. She lowered herself to her knees in front of him, ignoring the discomfort of the hard ground.For a moment, she s

The sun poured through the windows of Room 103, casting a warm glow on the eager faces of Mrs. Henderson’s first-grade class.At the front of the room, Mrs. Henderson stood at the whiteboard, drawing a picture of the water cycle—fluffy clouds, a smiling sun, and raindrops that looked more like confetti than actual rain."Alright, class," she said in her bright, encouraging voice, "who can tell me what happens after the sun heats the water?"Josh's hand shot up instantly.Zane, sitting next to him, groaned quietly, muttering, "Show-off," just loud enough for Josh to hear. Alana, not to be outdone, stuck her tongue out at him."Yes, Josh?" Mrs. Henderson called, smiling."Evaporation!" Josh piped up, his voice a little high."Excellent, Josh! That’s right," Mrs. Henderson praised. "The sun heats water in lakes, rivers, and oceans, turning it into water vapor. This is called evaporation."Zane leaned back in his chair, half-paying attention. The school had been dragging lately—endless wo

The evening was fading into dusk, the soft chill of the air biting at their cheeks as Calla and Betty strolled down the cobblestone street just outside the café. The birthday celebration’s warmth still lingered in their footsteps—the laughter, the clinking glasses, and the glow of candles were now a memory as the last guests trickled out.Betty was radiant, her signature charm glowing from the evening’s events, but Calla noticed something shift in her demeanor. Betty stopped mid-sentence, her gaze catching on a woman crossing the street.Without thinking, she murmured, “Hey… she resembles…” and then abruptly stopped, her words trailing into silence.Calla tilted her head, following Betty’s line of sight.Betty cleared her throat, awkwardly shifting her gaze to Calla.“I’m sorry,” she said quickly, her voice apologetic. “I shouldn’t have—”“Jessica,” Calla filled in the blank for her, her tone steady.The sadness flickering in Calla’s eyes was impossible to miss. Betty bit her lip and