Page 66 of Dr. Billionaire's Fake Marriage

“Your father has told me so much about you,” she says as she refrains from a hug.

"It is good to see you, too," I reply. My father hadn't said much about her, other than that she is the woman who replaced my mother.

"My name is Halie," she introduces herself. She tells me not to bother when I try to tell her my name. "I know you are Camile," she says shyly and leads me into the house.

My jaw drops when I get inside. The living room has aWELCOME HOMEdecoration hanging in the air, and the twins are standing there, smiling at me.

"You didn't have to," I whisper to my father and his wife, standing behind me.

“We had to,” Father says. “The twins are excited to meet their sister, so they made us put the banner up.”

I open my arms to hug the twins. They are more identical in person than in the pictures. I can’t tell them apart. They are taller and maybe older.

“Dad said you are a doctor,” one of the twins says. They wear matching clothes. It strikes me that I may not be able to tell them apart till I leave Quantico.

“Yes,” I respond, looking at each twin simultaneously. “I am a surgeon.”

“Dad used to be a surgeon,” the other twin affirms, “but he stopped when some bad people made him.”

I look up at Halie. I am glad she comes to my rescue. She pulls them away and tells them to wash up for dinner.

“They are a handful.” I smile at my father. “How do you tell them apart?” I chuckle at my inability to pick up a difference between the twins.

He tells me that he differentiates them by the size of their noses. Aden has a long, pointed nose. "That is a lot of work," I reply.

The twins are chatty during dinner. They are fifteen-year-old kids who want to tell you how their teenage life gets so boring.

But they are excited to tell me about their football club in school, and I listen with a grin I can't hide. Father tells me he makes them play football because it was the first activity they had an interest in.

"I've always wanted a sister," one twins says. When I look carefully, just like Father said, I can tell it is Adam talking. "But Dad said you didn't want to talk to him."

I look up at my father, who shamefully looks back into his meal. "That's not entirely true," I answer. "I had grown-up issues with Dad, but it is all gone now."

"Have you forgiven him?" the other twin ask.

"Yes," I respond. "I don't hold it against him anymore, which is why I am here."

Adam begins to speak again, but his mother stops him. "Give your sister a break," she says, "She just got here, for god's sake."

The twins listen to their mother as we silently dig into the remaining rice and shrimp.

My phone keeps blaring from calls from several numbers. It is probably Troy trying to reach me.

I Ignore Troy's call and every other call coming into my phone. Halie takes me into my room, helping me with my bags. Her eyes fall on my ringing phone a few times, and she cannot help but mention her observation.

“You must have a lot of friends trying to reach you,” Halie says as her eyes fall on my ringing phone. “You must be determined to avoid someone’s call.”

"No," I reply, "it is just one person." I pause. "Yes, I am determined to avoid their call."

“The person must be very important,” Halie says, “or not so important.”

I smile at Halie. "It is the former; I just had to leave, you know. Love is not just enough sometimes."

“But love is what you need to start,” Halie replies as she leaves the room. “Good night, Camile. It is nice to meet you.”

“You too, Halie,” I respond. “It is so nice to meet you too.”

My room is a guest room, but Halie and Dad were so keen to make it comfortable for me. They'd made some last-minute decorations; the many fluffy fur pillows smell new.

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