The Billionaire's Hidden Heirs

ng in pain. All this just to find my four-year-old daughter's missing shoe. She always tosses

ls out from the dining room,

ill I find this shoe and see what I'

hter only g

he pink shoe tuck

with. I grab a mop discarded carelessly-because, of course, four-year-olds

ool, baby. Christian, you too. And don't forget to rinse out y

nd look up just as my twin babies rush in

them both on the cheeks, s

with captivating gray eyes, a per

spitting image

let that happen. So, I'll keep doing what I've been doing for the past fou

sn't even know he's a baby daddy. It's been almost five years since

s and force a smile. Thi

l so Mummy can get to work. You don't want mummy t

get to stay at home and laze around while we study at school? No way tha

while we do the work!" She chide

boxes from the table and follow them out. They skip ahead o

oor while holding my bag and their lunch boxes. Oh, the struggle of sin

ool while they argue about whose pancakes had more syrup o

igner is amazing, but it's also demanding. Five years ago, I met the two best friends I could have ever a

onal input. One of our rules is that face-to-face meetings and inspections are only available from 9 A

can't afford to lose needs a special time slot, and usually, Lydi

eir friends and teachers. The moment they spot me, they start bouncing excited

ll thank-you for always staying with t

en the car door a

Mummy!" t

ama missed you so much today! Come give me smooches, wo

my cheek without hesitation. I kiss

Chris

e time. My friends are still watching!" He huffs but steps forward anyway, m

, grabbing him and peppe

p!" he groans, squirming as

chuckle. He makes a dramatic show of wiping his c

I laugh and fina

detour, Okay? mama has to attend to some client

butter one that we got the other time you were busy

mint chocolate flavor." They start another argu

want, okay? Just as long

complete the sentence for m

d. "G

ce cream and we d

ta mierda! What a house it is. A mansion. No, scratch that-it's a mas

, her little hands presse

hoes, his voice filled

ces practically glued to the gla

house we're designing, and everything goes

pens automatically, revealing an even

?" Emily whispers in

honey flowing out of that fountain, not

f a woman stands tall in the center, nearly bare except for a cloth wrapped around her waist. She holds an

Christian leans forward, pointing at t

be two men." I mumble to myself,

ll the time!" He giggles, a

car." I shut it firmly and smooth down my blazer, taking a deep brea

d deep brown eyes. The other man, with his back turned, is taller

rst. He stops talking and gesture

ntroduce myself, but the sec

catches in my throat. My

urse escapes bef

nition before narrowing, his hands

rough, laced with disbelief, and somet

only stare at him, frozen in place, praying

me, in all his impossibly overwhe

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r of My kids.