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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 136 One Hundred Thirty-Six

The port is only three hours away from the island. The kids went back to sleep, so Kimberly prepared to take a short bath when a knock on her door stopped her.

“Kimberly?” It was Hannah. Her voice filtered out from the thick door of their room, causing it to sound muffled and low in volume. “Are you awake?”

Kimberly glanced at the two sleeping figures on the bed and slowly strode to the door and open it. A Hannah with only her bathrobe on and with a white towel wrapped around her head welcomed her eyes.

"... What do you want?"

“I was checking if you’re alive,” Hannah said dryly before shoving something at her. “Turn on your phone, will you?”

It was her phone. Kimberly looked at it curiously and saw her mother’s name on the screen. Her mother just called Hannah.

“Ah shit, I forgot.” Kimberly touched her forehead as if it was throbbing in pain. “Thank you.”