Rising From Ashes: The CEO's Secret Twins

“"Have a nice trip to hell, big sister," my half-sister giggled outside the heavy iron door. Through the crackling flames, the sharp stench of gasoline filled the warehouse. "I'm taking everything that was supposed to be yours." I barely escaped the fire alive. Clutching my mother's emerald pendant in my bloody hands, I collapsed in front of a Wall Street billionaire's car, begging for help. He rushed me to the hospital. But while I was bleeding out on the operating table, I heard my sister's manufactured weeping from the hallway: "Mr. Nieves, that pendant is mine... It's my mother's relic. A thief stole it from me a few days ago..." And the ruthless, untouchable tyrant of Wall Street replied without hesitation: "Since the pendant belongs to you, the Nieves family pays its debts. Tomorrow, my lawyers will send an engagement agreement to your estate." Six years later, I returned with my genius twins. At the airport, we ran straight into him. Standing with his hands in his pockets, wearing a face exactly identical to Gordon's, my son sneered: "I thought the Wall Street tyrant would be smart. To be blind enough to choose a piece of trash like Britney... what a disappointment." That night, at the family gala, I publicly destroyed the sixty-million-dollar betrothal gift Gordon had given my sister, exposing it as a fake. Terrified of losing her status, my sister desperately tried to shift the blame. I thought the cold-blooded billionaire would order his men to tear me apart. Instead, he stepped right past her and cornered me. His tall, imposing frame completely trapped me. His trembling fingers brushed the faint burn scar on my collarbone, his breathing growing heavy as he caught my familiar scent. "Tell me," his voice was dangerously low, carrying a suffocating, possessive intensity. "Why does your son have my exact face?" "And that bloody woman begging in the freezing rain six years ago... was it you?"”