All Chapters of The Billionaire Instant Twins: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Xavier sat in the sleek, black car, his knuckles white against the steering wheel. He stared out at the imposing school gates, his jaw tight. The familiar knot in his stomach twisted harder than ever. For weeks now, the principal had been pestering him—calls, emails, voicemails—each one sharper than the last. And every time, he’d found an excuse to delay. But today, he couldn’t escape.He let out a long, frustrated sigh, muttering under his breath.“This is not how it was supposed to go. School was supposed to help, not—” He cut himself off, gripping the steering wheel tighter.Finally, he pushed the door open and stepped out. His leather shoes crunched against the gravel as he made his way toward the office. Each step felt heavier, weighted down by exhaustion and frustration.The principal’s office smelled faintly of disinfectant and paper. Principal Carter, sharp-eyed and no-nonsense, sat behind her desk, her hands resting on a file so thick it looked ready to burst. She didn’t wast

He stood up, unable to sit still any longer.“This isn’t enough,” he muttered under his breath.“I can’t do this. I can’t raise them alone. I don’t have what it takes.”The manager didn’t say anything, but Xavier could tell he understood the weight of the situation. Xavier’s hands trembled as he ran them through his hair, the exhaustion of the past few months finally catching up to him.“I need her back,” Xavier whispered, his voice cracking.“I need Leila to come back, or I don’t know how I’m gonna make it through this.”The manager gave him a sympathetic look but stayed quiet. Xavier’s mind spun as the reality of his situation hit him—he was on his own now, with Zane and Alana, and no way to find the woman who had walked out on all of them.A dead end. A cold, empty road. That’s what it felt like now. No matter how hard he tried, there was no way to go back.**********The night was thick with silence as Xavier finally made his way home. The weight of the day, the culmination of his

Her lips were soft but demanding, moving against his with a desperation that made his head spin. He tasted something sweet—maybe the faint remnants of whatever she’d been drinking or something else entirely—and it only pulled him deeper into the kiss, further into the intensity of the moment.He could feel her urgency, her need, and in that moment, his own desires twisted into something raw and consuming. It wasn’t just about the heat between them—it was something more.Someone knocked on the door, the sound sharp and insistent, but Xavier couldn’t respond. His attention was completely consumed by the girl in his arms. Her hands were tangled in his hair, her body pressing into his with an intensity that left him breathless.The knocking continued, but it seemed like a distant noise, a faint intrusion against the heat of the moment. He couldn’t think about anything but the way she felt, the way her body seemed to burn against his, the way she kissed him with such abandon as if this was

Maya stepped out of the bathroom, her steps hurried but unsure, her expression a mix of confusion and frustration. She rubbed her temples, her headache pounding in rhythm with her spiraling thoughts.Her clothes were thrown on hastily, her shirt slightly misbuttoned, and her hair was still a tangled mess.Her gaze darted around the unfamiliar room, the stark reminder of the night before making her stomach twist. She clutched the strap of her bag tightly, her fingers trembling as she avoided looking at the man sitting on the edge of the bed.“Hey,” he called softly, his voice low and hesitant. “You okay?”Maya’s head snapped toward him, her jaw tightening. “Am I okay?” she echoed, her tone sharp with disbelief. “I just woke up in a stranger’s bed with no clear memory of how I got here. So no, I’m not okay.”Xavier frowned, leaning forward, his elbows resting on his knees. His dark hair was tousled, his shirt unbuttoned just enough to reveal a hint of toned muscle, but his expression wa

Both Zane and Alana turned to the picture with interest. Alana took it first, her fingers brushing against the fragile corners. She stared at it for a long moment before realization settled across her face.“She’s our mom,” Alana said softly like saying it out loud would make it more real.The words hung in the air, heavy and unshakable. Zane looked over her shoulder at the photo, his expression more skeptical than surprised.“Where did you get this?” Zane asked, reaching for the picture. His tone was sharp, more demanding now.Xavier’s face darkened. He exhaled sharply, looking away for a moment as if their question alone had hit him like a punch to the gut. His mind was a blur of frustration, disappointment, and tension he couldn’t untangle.“I asked you where you got it,” Zane repeated, more insistent this time.Xavier ignored the question and reached for the photo again. “Give me that,” he said, his voice rough. His hand trembled as though the picture itself burned him.Alana hesi