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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 18 Eighteen

Chapter 9: My Life Has Been Decided by Someone Else Again.

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“Sir, sir!” Jessamine struggled to catch up to her boss who was walking so fast that she thinks he drunk a speed potion. He didn’t even bother to slow down or look back at his poor secretary. Jessamine gritted her teeth and endured. She picked up her pace while cursing her boss again and again in her head. “Sir! Is it okay to just leave like that?”

“It’s fine,” Vincent answered. As they walk, the guards he had put them into their encirclement, protecting them with their own bodies. They had their guards up and scanned the surroundings multiple times while advancing, afraid that an enemy with a gun in their hand will pop up and shoot a bullet into their employer’s head. Vincent feels suffocated, but he can’t tell them off until they reach a safe area.

He continued. “That woman won’t listen to me anyway. Better to leave early than waste my time there. I have more things left to do.”