Twins For The CEO

n't just closed it forever. She felt exhausted, mentally and phy

thoughts of having to depend on her gra

d her mother had grown thin each day after, wasting away so badly that when she died it was like she'd already been dead. She'd just had her babies and with no support from anyone else, she'd felt so alone in the world. She'd spent e

knew she had to step up. The bakery had been her grandmother's and it had blossomed at the beginning, bu

waited. Two little boys sprang out and at once were al

idn't let us do

let us come w

e with her. Her grandmother was old and the stress of maintaining two five ye

r scolded. She limped into the room with a soup spoon

o know the truth. She bent till she was face to face with he

d wait for mummy. I'll be right w

Damien, the older twin screa

ut she only heard his l

eep blue eyes, still holding her hand. She felt l

to understand. Mummy has

my." He murmured accusatorily, pulling his

bakery took almost her entire day everyday and yet there was literally nothing to show for it. She was extremely low on cash, with loa

it." Her grandmother said, holding

*

The client probably hadn't checked them yet. The order was specific; the exact replica of the cake she'd

for work. She kissed her sleeping sons goodbye

aking it was a no brainer, however, she regretted having asked Jake to take the day off. Jake usual

deliver it herself and she

t. The house was gigantic. No wonder whomever it was had readil

brushed the perfectly trimmed hedges as he'd mind went over the place, feeling fear. The last time she'd been at a mans

one out and dia

difficult to spot." His deep voice said on

g into the compound was one thing but goi

right now. I'll give you a tip for your tr

ous, but it didn't change the fact that she desperately needed money, and if some guy in a mansion

her had access to every order that came so that meant sh

and feeling like she's just

*

holding. She must have been really struggling just as Jake had said, since tiny change like a thousand dollars ha

e was afraid she wouldn't have come herself if she knew s

Jake, but the guy was a blabbermouth. He didn't wan

rd his iron door open, then footsteps. His

hen anger. The cake parcel fell out of her hands, her face contorte

d, seething, p

at ease, despite the extrem

had expected to happe