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To The Guy I Met At The Bar I Have Your Sons

“Had I ever told you that I want you dead?” “What a coincidence, I want you dead too.” Kimberly Rollins and Vincent Walters are like cats and dogs, archenemies one might say. Clawing and barking is a normal thing, and they can’t bear to see each other’s face, but no matter how they don’t want to see each other, they are bound by a link that can’t be broken; Their sons. Six years ago, they had a steamy night that bore fruit. Wanting to have them alone, Kimberly refused to seek the father of her children and raised them on a country side, completely having a peaceful life while running her bakery. She got what she wants; a peaceful life. … If only she didn’t drink that day. “To the guy I met at the bar, I have your sons!” Kimberly boldly showed her children on a video which gathered thousands and thousands of views, passing from one eye to another. The video was only meant for fun. She’s confident that he won’t find them, he doesn’t even know he got her pregnant. So, he wouldn’t, would he? But the very next day, men in suits raided her bakery, an arrogant man leading them forward, demanding to see her. To her shock, Vincent was the son of a multi-millionaire and he’s in the middle of finding an heir to inherit the highest position of the company! Kimberly soon found herself in a tug of war. One wants to make the twin his heirs, while the other wants to raise them in the town and have a peaceful and simple life. So—who will win the custody of the twin? Would the two of them reach an agreement despite their conflicting ideals? Which one of them will run out of patience first and choke the other one to death?

MYOSITISIN · Urban
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171 Chs

Chapter 109 One Hundred-Nine

Cold breeze slowly passes through, waving Fiona's hair gently against its tail. Her fingers gently rubbed on the handle of her car's door, but rested there as she turned her head to look at the gigantic house she just left from. She saw Nana waving her hands at her as she closes the gates. Fiona maintained her smile.

Until she saw the standing silhouette on one of the many windows the house has. The silhouette appeared to be looking down with something in its hand, trembling.

Looking at that scene, Fiona's composed smile stretched a little.

Clack.

She entered her car and closed the door. The engine started and soon, with a certain place in mind, she hit the road.

Lina was standing by a window, looking down at a picture of a woman who was standing behind the shelves of breads. She wore a white uniform with a red apron. She had her hair tied and had it hide under a hairnet---it was yellow and red.