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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 44 Forty-Four

Chapter 24: How Does It Feel to See Your Mother Saying She’s Your Mom But Not Acting Like One?

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Jessamine waited patiently for her boss in the car. She doesn’t know what it is, but a bad feeling kept on surfacing in her heart, but she tried to shrug it off and waited in silence together with their driver. Seconds dragged like a turtle walking slowly with its home on its back. Can’t keep up it the oppressive silence and the somehow torturous waiting, she began chatting with the driver.

The driver, however, is just like her boss. Unresponsive and only talks if he feels like it.

Jessamine’s lips were stretched taunt in a fake, forced smile as she watched the driver stare outside with little to no care for her at all. Jessamine can’t help but get pissed with him, but she can’t possibly roar at him in anger because of her… Dignity.

Slumping on the backrest, she crossed her arms on her chest and decided to endure the suffocating wait.