The Billionaire Twins Need A New Mommy! novel Chapter 6

Chapter 6: Punishments and Rewards

"Uh... Lola, are you really taking them with you?" Silo leaned in from behind Lola as they walked through the lobby of the condominium where she was currently staying.

Lola glanced back at him. "It can’t be helped."

Her gaze dropped to the twins, each holding one of her hands, skipping happily and humming. When she had told them she needed to leave for a while, their round eyes had instantly wobbled and their mouths began to quiver.

So, before they could start crying—and before she could start feeling bad—she quickly added to her statement, "I have to go somewhere..." with, "...so, do you want to come with me?"

The sadness on their faces disappeared immediately. And just as fast as they had said goodbye, the twins had dashed off to shower and get ready.

And now, here they were.

"I don’t plan on staying at the Young residence," she added, briefly recalling the events of the morning. "So, wait for me."

Lola didn’t want the twins anywhere near her family. Even if she had no blood ties to them—and even if she’d only just met the twins last night—she didn’t want them tainted by the toxic environment of that household.

Silo nodded. "Okay."

As soon as they stepped outside, a van was already waiting. The four of them got in, with Lola once again sandwiched between the twins while Silo sat in the row ahead.

"Mommy, where are we going?" Second asked, facing her directly. "Are you going to your father’s house?"

Chacha leaned closer. "Are you going to ask permission to have us?"

"Uh..." Lola forced a smile, ruffling their hair. "I’m just going to drop by someone’s place before... I take you to the ice cream shop!"

Second and Chacha’s eyes sparkled. They asked in unison, "We can have ice cream?"

"Huh?" Lola furrowed her brows, looking left and right. Hadn’t they had ice cream before?

Then the twins added, "Mommy, are you going to throw us away after? We want to stay with Mommy, though."

"What? No! Of course not."

"Yay!" The twins high-fived each other right in front of her. "Mommy is the best! We get ice cream and we’re not getting thrown out!"

"Or have to summarize a research paper from cover to cover!" Chacha chirped.

Lola’s already furrowed brows deepened, while Silo turned to look at the three from the front seat.

"Kids," he said, "what do you mean by getting thrown out or doing homework just to get ice cream?"

The twins blinked adorably at him, tilting their heads in sync like he was the one being strange. Then they turned up to Lola, who was also staring curiously at them.

"When we want something, our Father Sir gives us tasks to do first," Second explained innocently.

Chacha chimed in, "When we asked for ice cream, he threw us into the wilderness to survive! If we made it through the month, we got to enjoy it!"

"Mhm! One time, we wanted cake, so he dropped us in a deep well and told us to climb out!" Second added cheerfully. "Second and Chacha took three days to reach the surface!"

Lola and Silo both stiffened. And it only got worse. According to the twins, they’d even been thrown out of a plane with parachutes—at age two.

And that wasn’t even the worst part.

"He... he did all of that?" Silo asked in disbelief.

"Yes!" the twins chimed.

Lola and Silo’s faces twitched in sync. The mental image of the twins’ father—already villainized in their minds—now grew monstrous. Horns stretched higher than a mountain. They could practically hear his evil laugh.

Evil.

Such an evil father.

Was he trying to kill his children?!

They looked at the twins again, their hearts sinking. How could these two talk about such horrific experiences with such bubbly, innocent expressions?

Lola pursed her lips and pulled them into a tight hug. "Oh, you..."

Could she not return them to such a man?

The twins blinked, resting their chins on her shoulders in surprise.

Even resilience would rename itself after these two, he thought.

Lola and Silo both stared at them in disbelief, faces twisting in silent horror. Clearly, the twins’ father had tangled the wires in their young minds. But to the kids, none of it felt like punishment—more like... adventures.

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