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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 90 Ninety

Chapter 50: High-Rise Buildings, and High-Rise People; the Biggest Turn of Events in Kimberly and the Twins' Life!

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"So... Which room am I sleeping in?" Kimberly stood in the hallway and in between the closed doors. With an awkward laugh, she shrugged her shoulders at the rooms. "Damn, way to remind me I'm poor."

"Kimberly." She looked back, only to see Vincent's disgruntled face.

"Yes?" Kimberly swung the backpack on her back, noticing her mother behind Vincent, who was carrying her own luggage.

Kimberly looked back at Vincent and saw her luggage in his hands.

... Well, she was tired and lazy, so he made him carry them.

"I sent the twins into their room," Vincent spoke. "You and Harley can pick any room to sleep in for the meantime until the construction is done."

"Cool." Kimberly nodded her head.

Ah, to be rich. She wants to; someday make someone choose a random room to sleep in because of the abundance of unused rooms. Waste of money and space, but one can dream.