The Billionaire's Twins Play Matchmaker

Book Two: Chapter 1

“I don’t know how much they paid you but this should be more than enough to keep your mouth shut. If

you try to contact me…If I hear one word about this from anyone…It’ll be the last thing anybody will

ever hear from you.”

Slam!

* * *

The echo of the slamming door woke Lynn from her restless sleep. Ten years and it still affected her.

Ten years and she recalled every detail as if it were yesterday no matter how she tried to forget. The

day she finally faced her high school crush…the day he broke her heart and her world fell apart.

Ten years ago Avalynn Carlisle was the younger of two daughters born to Emerson and Grace Carlisle.

Her sister Marilynn was a true beauty queen: tall and confident. Avalynn meanwhile was plain, petite

and quiet. She could never network or socialize the way her sister could having only one close friend

throughout primary school. There was only one area Avalynn truly shined and that was music.

Since she was five and had her first piano lesson her instructors praised her as a rare genius, gifted.

When she played the rest of the world ceased to exist. It was just her and the music. She was hailed as

a prodigy and every party her parents hosted she played for their guests. Little did she realize this

scant attention was enough to stoke her sister’s jealousy.

Shortly after graduation Avalynn won a coveted spot at Julliard. Her sister insisted they go out and

celebrate despite the fact Avalynn never drank before. She didn’t know what alcohol was supposed to

be like and she never suspected her sister would drug her or that Marilynn would throw her into bed

with an unknown man. But that is exactly what her sister did.

Mercifully the event was blocked by a fog and Ava had no recollection of the act itself. The next

morning was traumatic enough. She woke with a pounding headache, intense thirst and incredibly

sore. Completely naked with a sticky wetness running between her legs Ava clutched the blanket to her

chest trying to piece together the events from the night before.

“Finally awake are you?” Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Ava froze at the deep, harsh voice. She recognized it instantly: Silas Prescott. Throughout middle and

high school he reigned as the king. A track and field star he maintained impeccable attendance and

perfect grades. He was his parents’ pride and sole heir to their business empire.

Girls flocked to him hoping to be noticed. If he said more than two words to any of them they would

brag about it for a week. Every dance or social event he appeared with someone new. Even her sister

attempted to pursue him for a short time but Silas had no interest in the daughters of his father’s rival.

A perpetual wallflower Ava watched him from a distance and quietly nursed her crush knowing full well

nothing would ever come of it. The last place she expected to see him was in a hotel room as she sat

in his bed naked.

“I hope you’re satisfied because what happened last night is never going to happen again…In fact last

night didn’t happen.”

Ava shivered at his rage and disgust unable to look him in the eye. She didn’t even dare raise her

head. If she explained it was all a misunderstanding, a cruel trick by her sister would he even listen?

No. He would only be more disgusted if he knew she was a Carlisle.

“I don’t know how much they paid you but this should be more than enough to keep your mouth shut. If

you try to contact me…If I hear one word about this from anyone…It’ll be the last thing anybody will

ever hear from you.”

The door slammed with a finality she didn’t dare breech. Tears she had been holding in flowed freely as

she shuddered with sobs while her heart broke into more pieces than she dared count. Ava had always

known her love for him was one-sided, that he didn’t even know she existed but his utter disgust was

not something she expected.

When her tears finally slowed she looked to the bedside table to see he had written a check for a

hundred thousand dollars leaving the pay to line blank for her to fill in. The sight brought a fresh wave

of tears to her eyes and it was several minutes before she calmed herself enough to get dressed.

Unconcerned with her appearance Ava left in a rush bumping into the maid in the hallway. Muttering an

apology Ava hurried away without pause. Somehow she managed to get home where she collapsed

into a fresh wave of sobs as she tried to wash away the memory in the shower.

Surely that should have been enough for her sister’s revenge but it wasn’t. Anonymous photos soon

blasted gossip pages with headlines like: Golden Child Disgraced! Music Prodigy Out of Control! Her

mother broke down in tears and her father raged. Neither wanted to hear her side of the story and they

kicked her out without so much as a suitcase or even a jacket.

With no money she did the only thing she could think of and called her best friend collect. Three hours

later Tracy Lamont arrived driving all the way from Yale to rescue her. The drive back to Tracy’s off-

campus apartment in Connecticut was more than enough to relate the details of her predicament.

Even though Tracy was a year older and a grade above hers in primary school the pair had hit it off

immediately. Daughter of two lawyers Tracy was a tall, athletic girl with dirty blonde hair. There had

never been any doubt she would follow in her parents’ footsteps and actively pursued academics to

ensure her predestined future. Throughout high school she was Ava’s only confidant and the only one

she could rely on.

After hearing the details Tracy was ready to return to New York fully prepared to punch Marilynn out.

With a purple belt in Tae Kwon Do Ava had every reason to believe her friend was fully capable of

carrying out the punishment but she begged her to avoid violence. Instead they bought two tubs of

rocky road ice cream and watched romantic comedies until four o’clock in the morning.

Ava thought the worst was over but Julliard rescinded her place claiming she was no longer a good fit

for their image. A few weeks later she realized her period which had always been like clockwork was

late. A quick home test followed by a trip to Planned Parenthood confirmed it. She was pregnant.

Tracy demanded they return to New York to confront Silas but Ava refused. His warning still rang clear

in her mind and she didn’t have the courage to face him. After a long weekend of soul searching Ava

finally made her decision. She would disappear.

Avalynn Carlisle was dead. Lynn Carter was born. With Tracy’s help she secured an apartment on the

Lower East Side. It was a cramped two-bedroom far from the area’s nightlife but it was clean. She

found a job at a nearby diner that time had forgot. It looked as if it had been pulled directly from the

fifties but the owner was kind and willing to work with her when the inevitable happened and she gave

birth…to triplets.

Little less than eight months after her sister’s betrayal Lynn gave birth to a girl and two boys: Alexis,

Sean and Theodore. All were seemingly healthy. When Alexis turned three Lynn noticed she had

trouble seeing in the dim light of the apartment. Several check-ups later she was handed down the

verdict: retinitis pigmentosa. Her daughter was slowly losing her vision. They didn’t know when but

eventually Alexis would be completely blind. There was no way to stop it. Maybe they could slow it

down, maybe.

It was the first time Lynn broke down and cried in almost four years but there was no way to help her

daughter. Yet if she thought the news would cause Alexis distress she was mistaken. Alexis had a

bright mind and an indomitable spirit refusing to give into despair.

Despite Alexis’s fortitude there was no beating the disease slowly robbing her of her sight. For a while

she wore glasses but eventually her world faded to gray. She claimed she could still tell light from dark

but in order to navigate the world Alexis now relied on a cane and her brothers.

The trio had always been close but knowing their sister was losing her sight only made them more

protective. They were inseparable now and no one dared pick on Alexis for fear of angering her

dedicated guardians not that anyone would think to bully her. The kids attended Anna Silver Public

School where the trio quickly made names for themselves.

Their test scores were continually above average. Though some complained they threw off the curve

the triplets outgoing personalities made them popular. Both Sean and Theo were active basketball

enthusiasts with Sean also having a tech-savvy mind. But Alexis was the real standout.

Like her mother Alexis had rich chestnut hair and green eyes and she was also a musical prodigy.

When the kids were younger Lynn used to play piano buying a rather expensive keyboard to practice

but gradually she gave it up but not before teaching Alexis how to play. Like her mother before her

Alexis drifted into her own world when she played and everyone who heard it couldn’t help but be

touched.

While her mother had been a wallflower Alexis was outgoing and friendly earning her quite a following.

Lynn was happy her children were popular and well-adjusted. She couldn’t hope for more, didn’t dare

to hope for more. Now they were in the fifth grade and would soon move on to a middle school. Lynn

hoped they would adapt to the larger school with their usual ease.

* * *

With a sigh Lynn pushed herself out of bed and hurried to the bathroom. It was five thirty and the kids

would be waking up soon. It was best to get her morning ritual completed before them or else they

would be late.

After a shower she dressed in the pastel pink shirt and skirt that made up the diner’s uniform. Like the

diner itself it was also right out of the fifties. Tying her natural wavy hair back in a half-up style Lynn

headed for the kitchen microwaving sausage biscuits for breakfast. The boys would have two each

while Lexi and her mother would be satisfied with one.

Reaching for the milk Lynn scanned the scant contents of the fridge. Aside from staples like milk, eggs

and butter the majority was stacked in Styrofoam takeout containers from the diner. Gretchen was a

kind manager and Lynn felt enormously lucky.

When the triplets were babies and up until they started preschool Gretchen allowed them to

accompany Lynn to work when she couldn’t find a babysitter. Gretchen even purchased toys and

games to keep them occupied during their mother’s long shifts. Quite often the older woman hovered

over the toddlers like a protective grandma.

Knowing how difficult it was to provide for three growing children Gretchen often gave her the leftover

food at the end of the day. She claimed Lynn was doing her a favor as the food would just be thrown

out but Lynn occasionally found whole meals: burgers, fries, hashbrowns and others completely

untouched. Though Lynn could never bring herself to ask she suspected Gretchen made some meals

with the expressed purpose of giving them to her and the kids. It was an incredible act of generosity

and charity that only worked as long as both parties willfully ignored it.

Lynn made use of every charity she could making regular trips to food pantries, thrift stores and

endured the silent ridicule of Human Services to receive food stamps. To this day no one except Tracy

knew the truth about the kids’ parentage. Gretchen only knew their father was not in the picture and

even their birth certificates listed him as unknown.

People drew their own conclusions. Mosty assumed she was some kind of working girl or extremely

promiscuous to not know the triplet’s father. Lynn didn’t bother correcting them as it would mean

revealing the truth. Instead she endured the shame.

“Morning mom,” Alexis always the first to rise greeted.

“Morning, sweetie,” Lynn said setting down a plate with her breakfast on it along with a glass of orange

juice.

With practice ease Alexis reached the counter and sat down without the need of her cane. In familiar

settings she could navigate by memory. As long as the furniture remained in place she didn’t have to

worry about bumping things accidently. Picking up her breakfast sandwich Alexis munched contentedly.

The older she got the stronger her resemblance to her mother became. Even now Lynn was certain

anyone would recognize her brown hair and green eyes. Luckily they were far from the circles Lynn

used to inhabit when she still went by the name Carlisle.

“Morning mom! Morning Lexi!” Theo and Sean yawned as they finally emerged.

Just as their sister resembled their mother the boys looked like miniature versions of their father. If she

thought about it too much she sometimes felt pains of regret and loss. Never wanting to burden her

children with her own struggles Lynn quickly squashed such thoughts. She would not let her genuine

love for her babies be tarnished by the infatuation of her youth.

If anyone from her past saw the boys they would certainly make the connection. Even knowing this she

though the chance was remote their paths would ever cross. She was no longer part of society’s elite

and no one from that circle had reason to explore the dregs of society.

“Morning boys,” Lynn chuckled. “Did you get all your homework done?”

“Yep. We’re good to go.”

“Good. Oh Lexi, we have a doctor’s appointment today. Don’t forget. I’ll pick you up from school.”

“Sure thing, mom.”

“That means Tracy will get you boys, all right?”

“Yep!”

“No worries.” They answered with mouths full of sausage, egg, cheese and biscuit.