Love Game With The Rebel Billionaire

Chapter 110: Loyalty

"No! That's my masterpiece! Why would you take it off?" she protested. "You're so mean, brother!"

Thunder was born a few minutes before Chiara, so she calls him her older brother even though they're twins-a fraternal pair.

I knelt down and placed a hand on Chiara's head. She's sensitive. She might think we don't like her "masterpiece" since we've been teasing her.

Her eyes were already welling up, though she was trying hard not to cry in front of her brother.

"Chiara, listen," I said, cupping her cheeks. "Do you see your brother's hair? If it falls out, you'll lose a brother."

"Will he disappear? That's great!"

I blinked twice. At that moment, I saw myself in her. The same feeling I get every time I take a life-that's what I saw in my daughter.

I froze, unable to react. Is this how my past haunts me?

"Chiara!" I shouted her name, but she just grinned and grabbed my hand.

"Just kidding, Mom," she said quickly before looking at Thunder, her brows furrowed. "Come here, ugly. Let me take off my beautiful creation." She rolled her eyes. THE HOUSE I built has three floors.

The first floor contains the living room and dining area. The second floor houses their bedrooms, the maid's quarters, and my room, while the third floor has their playroom and the rooftop. That's where we often eat and play when I have time to stay here.

They were playing while I sat on the couch, resting for a bit. I hadn't had much sleep-just a short nap before coming here. But I don't mind sacrificing sleep if it means I get to see them.

If there's one thing my twins agree on, it's playing with robot cars and action figures. Chiara was the more competitive one,

my head. If she grows up to be feisty, I won't be surprised. I closed my eyes again,

opened them again when someone sat

you visited us

play

I adjusted my seat and faced him. "How

just miss you a lot.

gently ruffling his

are those 'things' you're taking care of, Mom? Can

I've made sure they understand why I'm doing all this-to

talk

forced him to grow up too

for you to worry about those things. All you need to do is focus

rarely see

words. I'm their mother, yet they're the ones making

knew you'd come but is still scared of you," he said, pointing to the second

come out, even though she knew I was here. It wasn't intentional, but I had once terrified

to her negligence, but it turned out Chiara was the culprit. While playing, they spilled some hot milk, which splashed on Thunder. That incident taught me to ask questions before

the pain you caused

was the last thing Thunder said

fear will

referring to Darcy, but it felt like those words were for

only person I trust when it comes to my children. I can't bring myself to hire anyone else. That's