The Billionaire Claims My Stolen Babies
Language: en
On the eve of her high-society engagement party, my twin sister jumped out of her second-story bedroom window and ran. An hour later, a pair of newborns, fresh from their NICU incubators, were shoved unceremoniously under my covers. My father barricaded the bedroom door with his body, his face pale and slick with sweat. "You’re taking her place," he hissed, his voice trembling with a desperate, ugly panic. "You marry him, or this entire family is dead!" I was already dialing 911 when my phone buzzed. It was a text from my sister, Bianca. "Those bastards belong to George Hurst. The man…