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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 41 Fourty-One

Chapter 22: They’ve been lying all this time (03)

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The two of them have always been good children. Although, one of them is quite quirky.

Kimberly remembers that day when she pushed them out from her womb, groaning and whimpering from the pain and feeling the muscles stretch and tear. She can still remember the scene vividly, how the nurses scramble around to prepare the necessary apparatus and equipment for the delivery, how the doctor’s soft yet stern voice told her to endure and push, the lighting cast down on her, and the three kinds of color of the uniforms the medical staff was wearing.

The pain went on for what felt like an eternity, sweats poured out like buckets of water. The smell of blood, the hint of disinfectant in the air, and the dampness of the room.

Kimberly can remember it all as if it just happened yesterday.

A sharp cry pierced the tension in the air, and normally, the delivery would wrap up with the first cry, but no, there’s more.