The Billionaire's Twins Play Matchmaker

Book One: Chapter 19

Julius hurried to his car forcing himself to leave his family. It was getting harder to leave them not

knowing if he would be allowed to return. His place was precarious and subject to Macey’s whim. After

last night it was clear she still desired him. Yet her reluctance only heightened how much he hurt her.

Would she let him stay fearing it might end badly again? He had to find some way to prove his

intentions were true.

Sitting in his car he pulled out his phone glancing at March’s text message: Call me as soon as you get

this. Sighing he hit the call button.

It rang once before March answered, “Finally! Where are you?”

“I’m still at the villa. I made the kids French Toast for breakfast.”

“…So you spent the night at the villa?”

“Yeah.”

“…Really? So, what happened?”

“Is that why you needed me to call you?” Julius ran a hand through his hair. He really didn’t want to

discuss this over the phone.

“…No. It’s the Board.”

“What about them?”

“…I guess some articles about you and Macey and the kids came out in the papers.”

“Shit. And?”

“And they got pictures of you with the kids and the Board is panicking because they don’t know who the

children are.”

“I fail to see how my life is any of their business.”

“Our stocks dropped a couple points after the story broke. Our family founded this company so our

private lives are used to indicate the company’s stability. You know as well as I do that the stocks

dropped after mom passed.”

“Yeah, yeah. I get it,” Julius glanced at the villa. The last thing he needed was for Macey to be dragged

into this situation. She was only just letting him back into her life he couldn’t let this jeopardize that.

“Okay, call a Board meeting. I have to stop at my condo and then I’ll be in to deal with them.”

“I’ll let dad know.”

Julius sighed as he put away the phone. He looked to the villa again as he started his vehicle. A Board

meeting was annoying but ultimately harmless. At least it had better be. He was not going to let anyone

interfere with his family.

* * *

March knocked before entering his father’s office. Augustus glanced at him as he signed the papers

Stephen handed him. Without a word March slumped in a chair and waited for his father to

acknowledge him.

“Did you finally get a hold of your brother?” Augustus asked.

“Yeah.” March nodded. “He’s on his way in. He asked me to call a Board meeting. I don’t know what

he’s planning to tell them but I assume he intends to put out the fire…or light a bigger one.”

Augustus grunted.

“He spent the night at the villa apparently,” March said.

Augustus’s mouth twitched before he could prevent it but he managed to hold back a smile. It seemed

his son was a man of his word intent on seizing hold of this opportunity. Perhaps there was hope in

convincing Macey to stay after all.

“You know those candids of him and the kids were actually pretty nice,” March said.

“You should contact the Eagle and see about buying them,” Augustus agreed.

“I doubt they’d take the pictures down.”

“I don’t care if they do or not I just think copies would be nice for the family album,” Augustus

answered.

“Right.” March chuckled. The Board was in a panic over a few pictures and his father wanted copies.

He checked his watch. There was over an hour before the meeting, time enough to get some work

done. Excusing himself he retreated to his own office.

Augustus leaned back in his seat looking at the door. Without a word he took out his phone and called

up the text message he received earlier that morning. In it was a picture of Julius and Macey asleep in

each other’s arms and a brief message appeared under it: Phase Four complete.

He chuckled. His grandchildren were certainly audacious. Just what did they have planned for Phase

Five?

* * *

At precisely eleven o’clock the Board gathered. They sat according to seniority with the older members

closer to the end the DaLair patriarch and his sons occupied. Some of the senior members had been

there since the company began. They knew Augustus DaLair for decades and still feared his wrath.

The younger members did not have such experiences and usually dealt with the younger, more

amicable brothers. They had forgotten to fear their employers. Augustus thought it was overdue to

remind them.

The Board fell silent as the door opened. Augustus entered without a glance at those already seated.

He walked with dignity despite his cane and took his seat like a king ascending his throne. March

entered a few moments later taking his usual seat at his father’s right. Neither DaLair said a word as

they waited for the one who called the meeting.

Almost a full minute went by before Julius finally entered. He carried a pair of photo albums as well as

magazines recently purchased from a news stand. After a quick shower he decided how he was going

to respond to the Board’s challenge. Though he occasionally wore polo shirts to work today he wore a

suit looking every bit the professional for this confrontation.

“Stephen, stand by the door please,” Julius glanced at his father’s assistant. “No interruptions.”

With a nod the older gentlemen stepped out and remained in front of the door to insure the meeting

was not interrupted. A surprised look traveled through the Board members. To their knowledge Stephen

had never obeyed anyone’s directive except Augustus’s before. Did this mean Julius was the

acknowledged first heir over his brother?

“It seems you all have too much time on your hands,” Julius announced glaring around the table. “So

much so you have time to read the gossip columns.”

Julius opened a magazine to the spread depicting him and Macey together before tossing it into the

middle of the table. The Board members glanced at it sheepishly. None of them showed a look of

surprise which meant they were all aware of it. More than a few probably bought a copy.

“Someone needs to explain how my private life is any of your business.”

A couple of Board members looked to Augustus for guidance but the stoic patriarch was playing on his

phone and didn’t seem interested in what happened in front of him. March stood and dragged the

magazine toward him to read the article as if it were all news to him. Both were content to allow Julius

free reign to handle the situation.

“Well?” Julius demanded his voice getting a hard edge as the silence continued. “Cat got your

tongues?”

Finally one of the younger members cleared his throat, “You have to understand Mister DaLair, you,

your brother and your father are the founders and faces of the company. Investors look at you to

determine if the company is stable.”

“Is that so? Then explain to me how me spending time, sober, with two children is less stable than my

usual drinking binges?”

“…Um…well…”

“This is a family company,” another spoke. “They are worried that another family may take over…”

Julius snorted, “How long have you been at this company?”

“Five years.”

“And you?”

“T-two years.”

“And you haven’t bothered to learn anything about your employers? There are men in this room who

have been here since this company’s inception. They could tell you at thing or two. They could tell you

about my marriage for starters.”

“Your marriage?”

Julius flipped open one of the photo albums to reveal images of his wedding shoving it at the young

Board member who first spoke.

“Eight years ago, I married the most beautiful woman in the world. Six years ago I made the biggest

mistake of my life. We’ve been separated since. Tell me, does she look familiar to you?” NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

The Board member stared at the redhead in the wedding dress standing beside Julius. His eyes went

to the magazine March continued to read showing a redhead in Julius’s arms. They could almost be

twins…unless…

“You mean the woman in those photos is…your wife?”

“Do you know how difficult it is to get your wife to fall back in love with you?” Julius asked. “It’s damn

difficult. Take it from me.”

“But the children…”

“These children?” Julius opened the other magazine and turned to the article about him and the twins

tossing it into the middle of the table. “You mean you don’t see the resemblance?”

He opened the album his father had given him turning to a page showing Macey’s very pregnant belly.

Setting it on the wedding album he asked the Board member, “Well?”

He flipped to another page with the babies in her arms.

“How about now?”

He flipped to the last page showing Augustus holding the twins.

“Or now?”

The startled members looked to Augustus who had set aside his phone to stare enigmatically at them

sometime during Julius’s speech. His expression was calm. There was no trace of embarrassment or

remorse in his face.

“Sir?”

“What? I should be deprived of my grandchildren because my son was an idiot?”

The entire table fell silent. Even those who had been with the company eight years ago had forgotten

Julius’s marriage. There had been a lot of rumors at the time. She had been well below his status and

many speculated whether she was even prepared to be the wife to such an important figure. She was

only around for a couple years before she disappeared and the marriage seemingly dissolved. None

questioned it at the time but now it seemed the DaLair patriarch had been deliberately hiding her and

his grandchildren from public scrutiny.

“I’m going to make this very simple,” Julius said, “if the Board insists I will submit paternity tests to

satisfy them…at a later date and at my discretion. Until then my father’s word should be more than

enough to satisfy you. But I will not tolerate interference in my personal life. You will not approach my

wife or children. You will not make any formal statements or press releases. I will decide when and

where I make any announcements. Do I make myself clear?”

He fixed each of them with a glare daring them to protest. They quailed under his ruthless gaze

realizing they had grown too complacent. They had forgotten how dangerous it was to cross a DaLair.

“You really should be grateful,” March chuckled, “until now my son has been the only heir. Now this

company has three. How is that for a stable future?”

The Board members shared looks at that statement. It was true. Though other families were often torn

apart by infighting and rivalries the DaLairs had always been close. Despite the age gap between the

brothers March and Julius were a united front. There was every reason to believe the cousins would be

just as close. It also meant future generations of the DaLair family were all but guaranteed.

“Now get out,” Julius said reclaiming his photo albums and magazines. “Not one word of this leaves

this room.”