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.