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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 · Urbano
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171 Chs

Chapter 159 One Hundred Fifty Nine

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Vincent.” His father's butler received him from the entrance of the house, respectfully bowing to him and leading the way. "It's been so long since your last visit."

"... Hm." He hummed in agreement.

His eyes swiftly swept on the place and took in the scenery he hasn't seen for a while.

This house is his father's house when he was still unmarried. It's big and spacious for a single person.

They ascended by the stairs to the second floor of the house and walked in a familiar path that was stored deep in his memories. A path to his father's bedroom.

They arrived in front of a familiar wooden door. Vincent felt his hearth thumping nervously. He watched as the butler knocked on the wood with his hand covered in a glove.

Knock, knock.

After the rhythmical knocks, the butler reached for the knob and pushed the door open.

When the room was revealed, Vincent's eyes can't help but widen.

... His father is really in a bad shape.