All Chapters of The Billionaire Instant Twins: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The front door creaked open, followed by the deliberate thud of Harold Maverick’s boots on the hardwood floor. The air in the house seemed to shift, growing heavy with tension. It had been a long day, and Harold’s mood didn’t seem to have improved.He wasn’t a man who wore his emotions on his sleeve, but tonight, everything about him radiated frustration.Jessica was in the living room, rearranging the coffee table when she heard him. She glanced up, her hands pausing over a stack of magazines.“Harold?” she asked cautiously, her voice light but tinged with unease.“You’re home earlier than usual. Is everything okay?”Harold didn’t answer right away. He set his briefcase on the entryway table with a little more force than necessary. His broad shoulders were tense, his jaw tight. Finally, he turned toward her, his voice low and cold.“Jessica, call Drake. Now.”Jessica froze, her fingers tightening slightly on the magazine in her hand. There was something in Harold’s tone—a sharpness t

The pulsing beat of the music vibrated through the air, lights flashing like liquid gold and crimson, casting shadows on the dark walls of the bar. The place buzzed with life—laughter, shouts, and bodies moving to the bass rhythm.Ember was in her element, dancing like no one was watching, surrounded by her closest friends. Her long blonde hair swayed with every beat, and she moved like she was born to this rhythm as if the music itself had taken hold of her soul.She was electric, her laughter contagious, her smile lighting up the room. She had that magnetic charm that made everything around her feel effortless, every moment unforgettable. And in that instant, Xavier couldn’t tear his eyes away. He had his arms around her as they danced, their bodies close, the chemistry between them undeniable.Xavier had come here to escape—escape the pressure, the constant weight of his problems, especially the drama between Zane and Alana. It felt like their mess was always hanging over him, drag

The housekeeper sighed deeply, her voice breaking as she told him the story. “Zane was hiding at the bottom of the stairs. He played the sound of a dog barking as she came down. She wasn’t aware of him, and when she heard it, she panicked. She lost her balance and fell. I’m so sorry…”Xavier’s eyes closed for a moment, and his breath came out in a sharp hiss. His jaw clenched, his mind racing as the words hit him like a punch to the gut. The helplessness, the fear, it all mixed together in a whirlwind of anger. Zane. Alana. He could feel the rage bubbling up, a dangerous force that he could barely contain. They had crossed a line. No more games. No more pranks.“Stay with Calla,” he said, his voice low and strained, as though every word was being dragged from him.“I’ll come back later.”He turned without another word and walked toward the exit, his feet feeling like they were made of lead. His heart pounded in his chest as he climbed into his car, trying to block out the chaos in his

The afternoon sun spilled golden light across Xavier’s office, pooling on the hardwood floors and casting long shadows on the polished furniture. But to him, it felt more like a harsh spotlight, highlighting his failures instead of offering warmth or solace.He sat slouched in his leather chair, his elbows resting on the armrests, and rubbed his temples in frustration. The weight of the past few days bore down on him like a physical burden, squeezing his chest until it was hard to breathe.His sister, Calla, was still in the hospital, lying in a stark white bed, recovering from her fall down the stairs. The bruises on her fragile frame haunted his mind, but he hadn’t had the chance to visit her yet.Every time he thought about stepping into that hospital room, he felt the crushing reminder that his father, Thomas, had created a whole new level of chaos for him to deal with first.Thomas was sitting in jail, arrested for drunkenly running over a couple with his car, and the media had a

The steady beeping of the hospital monitor was the only sound breaking the silence in the dimly lit room. Xavier stood at the door, gripping the handle, his chest tight. Calla lay in the hospital bed, her face pale but peaceful.She looked so fragile, her breathing steady but shallow, her eyes closed. The sight of her like this sent a storm of emotions through him—a mix of relief that she was alive and frustration that he’d let her down by not being here sooner.He lingered for a moment longer, his fingers tightening on the door handle. He’d been consumed by trying to fix his father’s mess, but guilt gnawed at him. He should have come sooner.Finally, he stepped inside, his movements deliberate, and walked to her bedside. He reached out, his fingers brushing lightly against her cheek, as though afraid she might break under his touch. His voice was quiet but steady.“How are you, Calla?”Her eyes fluttered open, and when she saw him, a faint smile appeared on her lips.“I’m okay,” she