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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 115 One Hundred-Fifteen

"Thank you for your kind offer, but unfortunately, I have to decline the invitation." Lynne smiled at her apologetically. "I don't want to trouble you."

Kimberly flailed her arms. "No, no! Trouble me? Please. I invited you because I like to. What trouble are you talking about?"

Lynne looked touched, but for some reason, she looked troubled. She still declined, tightly gripping the holder of the cake's packaging. "Really, thank you. I appreciate it, but---"

Suddenly, they heard the door's chime ring with a harmonious clangs and clings. Two pairs of eyes darted to the door. What they saw was Harley rubbing both of her hands together due to the cold. Her shoulders and the top of her head were littered with white snow. They slowly melt as soon as she entered the shop.

Harley looked up. She smiled at Lynne. "Hi. The name's Harley, her mother."

"Hi." Lynne greeted her, smiling reservedly. "Nice to meet you."