The Billionaire's Twins Play Matchmaker novel Book Two: Chapter 1

“I don’t know how much they paid you but this should be more than enough to keep your mouth shut. If you try to contact me…If I hear one word about this from anyone…It’ll be the last thing anybody will ever hear from you.”

Slam!

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The echo of the slamming door woke Lynn from her restless sleep. Ten years and it still affected her. Ten years and she recalled every detail as if it were yesterday no matter how she tried to forget. The day she finally faced her high school crush…the day he broke her heart and her world fell apart.

Ten years ago Avalynn Carlisle was the younger of two daughters born to Emerson and Grace Carlisle. Her sister Marilynn was a true beauty queen: tall and confident. Avalynn meanwhile was plain, petite and quiet. She could never network or socialize the way her sister could having only one close friend throughout primary school. There was only one area Avalynn truly shined and that was music.

Since she was five and had her first piano lesson her instructors praised her as a rare genius, gifted. When she played the rest of the world ceased to exist. It was just her and the music. She was hailed as a prodigy and every party her parents hosted she played for their guests. Little did she realize this scant attention was enough to stoke her sister’s jealousy.

Shortly after graduation Avalynn won a coveted spot at Julliard. Her sister insisted they go out and celebrate despite the fact Avalynn never drank before. She didn’t know what alcohol was supposed to be like and she never suspected her sister would drug her or that Marilynn would throw her into bed with an unknown man. But that is exactly what her sister did.

Mercifully the event was blocked by a fog and Ava had no recollection of the act itself. The next morning was traumatic enough. She woke with a pounding headache, intense thirst and incredibly sore. Completely naked with a sticky wetness running between her legs Ava clutched the blanket to her chest trying to piece together the events from the night before.

“Finally awake are you?”

Ava froze at the deep, harsh voice. She recognized it instantly: Silas Prescott. Throughout middle and high school he reigned as the king. A track and field star he maintained impeccable attendance and perfect grades. He was his parents’ pride and sole heir to their business empire.

Girls flocked to him hoping to be noticed. If he said more than two words to any of them they would brag about it for a week. Every dance or social event he appeared with someone new. Even her sister attempted to pursue him for a short time but Silas had no interest in the daughters of his father’s rival.

A perpetual wallflower Ava watched him from a distance and quietly nursed her crush knowing full well nothing would ever come of it. The last place she expected to see him was in a hotel room as she sat in his bed naked.

“I hope you’re satisfied because what happened last night is never going to happen again…In fact last night didn’t happen.”

Ava shivered at his rage and disgust unable to look him in the eye. She didn’t even dare raise her head. If she explained it was all a misunderstanding, a cruel trick by her sister would he even listen? No. He would only be more disgusted if he knew she was a Carlisle.

“I don’t know how much they paid you but this should be more than enough to keep your mouth shut. If you try to contact me…If I hear one word about this from anyone…It’ll be the last thing anybody will ever hear from you.”

The door slammed with a finality she didn’t dare breech. Tears she had been holding in flowed freely as she shuddered with sobs while her heart broke into more pieces than she dared count. Ava had always known her love for him was one-sided, that he didn’t even know she existed but his utter disgust was not something she expected.

When her tears finally slowed she looked to the bedside table to see he had written a check for a hundred thousand dollars leaving the pay to line blank for her to fill in. The sight brought a fresh wave of tears to her eyes and it was several minutes before she calmed herself enough to get dressed.

Unconcerned with her appearance Ava left in a rush bumping into the maid in the hallway. Muttering an apology Ava hurried away without pause. Somehow she managed to get home where she collapsed into a fresh wave of sobs as she tried to wash away the memory in the shower.

Surely that should have been enough for her sister’s revenge but it wasn’t. Anonymous photos soon blasted gossip pages with headlines like: Golden Child Disgraced! Music Prodigy Out of Control! Her mother broke down in tears and her father raged. Neither wanted to hear her side of the story and they kicked her out without so much as a suitcase or even a jacket.

With no money she did the only thing she could think of and called her best friend collect. Three hours later Tracy Lamont arrived driving all the way from Yale to rescue her. The drive back to Tracy’s off-campus apartment in Connecticut was more than enough to relate the details of her predicament.

Even though Tracy was a year older and a grade above hers in primary school the pair had hit it off immediately. Daughter of two lawyers Tracy was a tall, athletic girl with dirty blonde hair. There had never been any doubt she would follow in her parents’ footsteps and actively pursued academics to ensure her predestined future. Throughout high school she was Ava’s only confidant and the only one she could rely on.

After hearing the details Tracy was ready to return to New York fully prepared to punch Marilynn out. With a purple belt in Tae Kwon Do Ava had every reason to believe her friend was fully capable of carrying out the punishment but she begged her to avoid violence. Instead they bought two tubs of rocky road ice cream and watched romantic comedies until four o’clock in the morning.

Ava thought the worst was over but Julliard rescinded her place claiming she was no longer a good fit for their image. A few weeks later she realized her period which had always been like clockwork was late. A quick home test followed by a trip to Planned Parenthood confirmed it. She was pregnant.

Tracy demanded they return to New York to confront Silas but Ava refused. His warning still rang clear in her mind and she didn’t have the courage to face him. After a long weekend of soul searching Ava finally made her decision. She would disappear.

Avalynn Carlisle was dead. Lynn Carter was born. With Tracy’s help she secured an apartment on the Lower East Side. It was a cramped two-bedroom far from the area’s nightlife but it was clean. She found a job at a nearby diner that time had forgot. It looked as if it had been pulled directly from the fifties but the owner was kind and willing to work with her when the inevitable happened and she gave birth…to triplets.

Little less than eight months after her sister’s betrayal Lynn gave birth to a girl and two boys: Alexis, Sean and Theodore. All were seemingly healthy. When Alexis turned three Lynn noticed she had trouble seeing in the dim light of the apartment. Several check-ups later she was handed down the verdict: retinitis pigmentosa. Her daughter was slowly losing her vision. They didn’t know when but eventually Alexis would be completely blind. There was no way to stop it. Maybe they could slow it down, maybe.

It was the first time Lynn broke down and cried in almost four years but there was no way to help her daughter. Yet if she thought the news would cause Alexis distress she was mistaken. Alexis had a bright mind and an indomitable spirit refusing to give into despair.