Adewole_Tinuade

Isabella Green thought her life was already complicated enough; a one-night stand with a charming stranger left her pregnant, and now she's struggling to figure out her next steps. But everything spirals out of control when she mistakenly accuses the wrong man, billionaire Michael Hartley, of being the father. With one slap in a crowded restaurant, she turns his world upside down, shattering his relationship and dragging her into a web of deceit, power, and dangerous secrets.

Michael isn’t the type to let things go easily, especially when he discovers it was his reckless twin brother, Liam, who fathered Isabella’s child. But Michael isn’t just furious, he’s intrigued. To protect his family’s name and salvage his public image, he forces Isabella into a fake relationship, one that’s supposed to fix everything… until real emotions start getting in the way.

As Isabella navigates the high-stakes world of the Hartley family, she quickly realizes there’s more at play than a scandalous romance. From hidden fortunes and dark family secrets to a vengeful ex-girlfriend and a twin brother with dangerous enemies, Isabella is thrust into a life she never asked for. But with a baby on the way and her heart on the line, she must decide whether to trust Michael or run before she gets hurt again.

Entangled With My Baby Daddy’s CEO Billionaire Twin

Later in the evening, after Michael has gone and the house had settled into its familiar quiet, i find myself reflecting on everything Elijah had said earlier. His words about Michael, about his struggles with vulnerability, has struck a chord with me. Elijah has seen a side of Michael that I have only glimpsed—one that is buried beneath years of control, power, and emotional distance.

I wonder how much Elijah really knows. How much he has witnessed working so closely with Michael. It is clear that he has been there through some of Michael's toughest times. Perhaps, in some way, Elijah is the key to unlocking parts of Michael that even I havent reached yet.

A soft knock on the door interrupts my thoughts, and i frown my face, glancing at the clock. It is late—too late for visitors. I hesitate before standing up and walking to the front door, my hand hovering over the doorknob.

Chapter 20