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.

action figures.

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

again when

us for so

was Thunder. He had left Chiara to play by herself

adjusted my seat

just miss you a lot. As for

gently ruffling his

what are those 'things' you're taking care of, Mom? Can we help?" he asked seriously, making me

the most hands-on parent, but I've made sure they understand why I'm doing all this-to protect them. Chiara is

Thunder is for his age. Sometimes, I talk

life, like mine, has forced him to grow up

is focus on

studying abroad means we'll rarely see

chest ached at Thunder's words. I'm their mother, yet they're the

She's upstairs. She knew you'd come but is still

but I had once terrified her because of something that happened to Thunder. He got a minor burn on his arm during

out Chiara was the culprit. While playing, they spilled some hot milk,

the pain you caused her stays the

was the last thing Thunder

fear will

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

comes to my children. I can't bring