The Billionaire's Twins Play Matchmaker novel Chapter 7

“How long!” Julius demanded throwing open the door to his father’s office. “How long have you known?”

March followed a step behind closing the door. Augustus looked up from the paperwork he was about to sign. His gray eyes were calm and appraising. Without a word he returned to the paperwork in front of him signing before handing it back to Stephen. With a wave he dismissed his steadfast assistant before turning his attention back to his sons.

“Dad,” March prompted when he still didn’t speak. “How long have you known about Macey…and the twins?”

Without a word Augustus reached into the bottom drawer of his desk and removed a small photo album he tossed toward them. Julius remained riveted where he was hands balled into fists as if fighting the urge to attack his own father so March stepped forward to take it. He stepped back to stand beside Julius as he paged through it. Julius looked sucking in a breath at the very first page depicting a pair of newborn twins. Their skin was still red from the exertion of birth. One wore a blue beanie the other a pink one.

March continued to page through the album. They saw pictures of Macey with her growing belly. There was an image of her having an ultrasound taken. Beside the photo was a copy of the ultrasound image with a single word written next to it: Twins! The photo diary continued eventually showing Macey being wheeled into the hospital pushed by a woman with raven black hair followed by another image of her on the bed clearly enduring labor holding the same woman’s hand for support.

The next showed a tired Macey with a newborn on her chest. Another chronicled her first attempts at breast feeding. Still another depicted her cuddling with one twin while the black-haired beauty cradled the other but it was the final photograph that made their blood boil. The last picture was of Augustus cradling a newborn twin in either arm like the proud grandfather he was.

“Caden August DaLair and Aria Carla DaLair,” Augustus finally said as he stood and went to his wet bar to pour himself a drink. He sipped it without returning to his chair. “I’ve always known.”

Julius glared at him struggling to find words to describe his sense of betrayal. Six years he searched for her. Six years he missed being at her side and seeing their children grow. Six years his father had known, watched over them and kept in contact behind his back.

“Dad, how could you?” March spoke first.

“If you think I was going to let my pregnant daughter-in-law spend one night in that godforsaken motel after she left, you are mistaken,” Augustus snorted.

“How did you know she was pregnant?”

“I watched you mother go through three pregnancies, you think I wouldn’t recognize the signs?” Augustus scoffed turning his attention to Julius. “I don’t know what you said to her that night but I know you brought her to tears. She was devastated when she saw you surround yourself with those Harpies. I told Stephen to follow her. He trailed her home and when she left he followed her. When he called to tell me where she was staying I told him to bring her home.”

“Unbelievable,” Julius finally found his voice. “I was turning the city upside down and she was with you!”

“She stayed three weeks under a doctor’s care,” Augustus said earning pained looks from his son. “The situation put stress on the pregnancy. It was touch and go for awhile.”

Julius grimaced bowing his head in shame. It was his fault. Because of him she had almost lost the babies, their babies. What would have happened if his father didn’t intervene? He was both angry and grateful toward the man who kept it all secret.