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Billionaire's Regret: My Runaway Wife has Twins

[COMPLETED] [MATURE CONTENT] Nicholas Zhao was utterly confused when his ailing father woke up from his coma and immediately asked where his ex-wife, Amelia, was. His father, having lost parts of his memory, still believed that Amelia was his daughter-in-law. Nick eventually tracked Amelia down, only to be shocked when he discovered that she had twins, Sean and Maddie. When Nick confronted her, Amelia firmly stated that the twins were not his children. Desperate to fulfill his father's last wish, Nick pleaded with Amelia to come back with him. Amelia was hesitant, but Nick made an offer she couldn't easily refuse: his company would fully fund her research. Reluctantly, Amelia agreed, on the condition that her family wouldn’t know she was back with Nick, fearing their reaction. Living under the same roof again, Nick initially harbored resentment toward the twins, but over time, he grew close to Sean and Maddie. This newfound bond made Amelia question her feelings, realizing she still loved Nick. Would fate bring them back together? *** If you want to know more about their past, you can read the first book titled: "Billionaire's Secret Marriage: Hubby, Love me 100 Percent" But you can read it as a standalone.

Rachel_ET · Urban
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128 Chs

Making a Deal

Amelia stepped into the Zhao estate, her heels clicking sharply on the polished marble floor, each step echoing like a reminder of everything she had lost. The lavish décor, the crystal chandeliers that glinted overhead, the heavy silence that clung to the air—it all felt suffocating. This house was an ornate cage, a gilded reminder of the life she had never truly belonged to. 

She hadn't hesitated when Mrs. Zhao asked her to come to the mansion. There was no more room for doubt, no more emotional turmoil clouding her judgment. The decision had been made.

When Mrs. Zhao appeared in the doorway, her sharp, scrutinizing gaze met Amelia's without warmth. The air was thick with unspoken tension as the older woman ushered her in with a curt gesture. Amelia barely registered the room—the heavy scent of jasmine and leather, the faint hum of the air conditioning—her mind consumed by the weight of what was about to unfold.