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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 · Urbain
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171 Chs

Chapter 50 Fifty

Chapter 28: Flashback! What Happened Between the Twins?!

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“I’ve already put them to sleep.” Kimberly turned in the direction where the voice is coming from. Slowly, a tall figure emerged from the darkness of the corridor. Kimberly leaned on the railings of their small veranda on the second floor, looking at the man with a neutral expression.

“That was fast,” Kimberly commented. “They usually sleep at 10 in the evening.”

“You’re too lax,” the light of the moon illuminated Vincent’s figure, making Kimberly see his appearance. Dissatisfaction filled his voice, and discontent created a crease on his smooth forehead. “Children should sleep early.”

He was wearing cotton sleeping wear that they bought from a random store nearby. Choosing sleeping wear costs an incredible amount of energy from Jessamine earlier because this man accepts no ‘cheap’ quality fabrics.