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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 17 Seventeen

“Kimberly, watch your tongue, you don’t want your children swearing because of you, do you? Personally, I don’t want to deal with another cursing addict. Ah, no---it would be worse if you influenced the two. Dealing with one is already tedious, what more if there’s three of you.” Hannah joked, hoping to lighten the mood for a bit.

“Shut up Hannah, just because your sensor your curses doesn’t make you a saint.” She inhaled, and her exhaled was accompanied by a laugh. She looked at her, her eyes softening. A small smile carved on her lips. Kimberly spoke with much sincerity. “Thank you.”

Hannah cringed, shivers crawling up to her spines. She trembled and held both of her elbows as if she was in a freezer, freezing to death. She stuck her tongue out to Kimberly, as if she tasted an awful dish. “Yuck, Kimberly. Stop that. You are killing me.”

“Ugh,” Kimberly grunted before laughing. “Open the shop!”

“Huh?” Hannah’s eyebrows met in the middle. “Why?”