There's A Twins Between Us, Mr. Billionaire

I was sitting on the toilet lid, in the far end cubicle of one of the busy Los Angeles airport toilets, with a one-way ticket to Italy and a test pack that showed two very bright red lines."D*mn," I moaned weakly.I've done nothing since I walked into this cubicle half an hour ago, other than cry and cry, as if my eyes were a leaking dam. So that no one would hear my crying, I stuffed the handkerchief into my mouth and bit it.I'm trying to strengthen myself to continue, after what I've experienced these last two tumultuous months.=Flashback, five weeks ago="Mom, have you seen Jared?""I saw him leaving with your father earlier," answered my mother, waving her hand outside. "I think your father felt the need to give advice to his future son-in-law before the event started. You know how possessive he is of you, right?"I just laughed and continued walking towards the park. I feel happiness and enthusiasm make my steps light.In an hour, my engagement ceremony with Jared will begi

I looked at the four children standing beside Ms. Petra - the twins, one holding the hand of a scrawny child, the other holding a stocky child's hand, all tightly hugged by an angry-looking woman."Ms. Lauren," Petra said awkwardly, "I'm sorry if I caught you off guard by addressing you like that. The thing is, the twins and—""Your ill-mannered brats pushed my son!" The woman hugging the stocky child by Ms. Petra's side suddenly snapped. She gave my shirt and jeans a dismissive once-over, and I saw the disdain in her eyes."Ms. Lauren, I heard you're unmarried. If you weren't prepared to be a single mother, you should have demanded your partner use protection instead of letting them become a menace to society!"Although I was angry at her judging my kids without knowing what we've been through, the priority now was to get to the truth. I walked over and crouched down to the shame-faced Shane and Sherry by my side. They always acted mischievous at home, but I knew how much they loved

This morning, as the first rays of sunlight peeked through the curtains, I went through my usual routine.Despite all the thoughts, I had a pretty good sleep last night and woke up before my alarm went off. I felt fresh and my body was in good shape in the morning.I went into the bathroom and did my personal routine while thinking about what I needed to do today.After thatI walked out of the room, walking slowly so as not to wake my children. They would wake up in about an hour.I brewed a pot of coffee and slipped into my favorite chair by the window, my daily ritual of solitude before the chaos of the day began.The coffee I brewed was delicious, but there was something else that made me not really enjoy the aroma and taste of the coffee this morning.With a sigh, I went to front garden of my house dan gathered the courage to tackle the mailbox—a task I often avoided until the last possible moment.As I opened the small, metal door, a single envelope stood out among the usual pile

I sat in my apartment, my heart pounding as I replayed the conversation with Jake in my mind.Jake had recently moved to Italy with his wife, Erika, and their son, Dylan, to lead the new branch of our family company there.Dylan's heart condition required treatment from a renowned cardiologist based in Italy, making the move both a business and personal necessity for Jake.I think my little brother's family feels comfortable living there, and the company led by Jake is also growing rapidly. His busyness and my work, make me rarely communicate with him lately.Just a few days ago, Jake had seen Erika talking to a woman who seemed familiar.With a shock of recognition, Jake realized she was Loreine Hart, the missing daughter of the prominent Hart family."Are you sure it's Loreine? Not just someone who looks like her?" I asked with my chest pounding like a storm was raging inside."Brother, when I saw her talking to Erika at the restaurant, I wasn't sure either because I only saw her th

I knew that my reaction was all David needed to answer his question.He looked at me with a strange look in his eyes. Oh God, this is the end. This is the moment where I should apologize to him for not telling him about the twins.David has every right to them, I know that well. But what I have always been worried about is probably about to happen.He doesn't like that I gave birth to the twins and will probably demand an answer as to why I didn't abort them in the first place, instead of giving birth and raising them in the first place."David, I'm sorry, but the twins are my business and you don't have to--""Can we talk somewhere more private?"David cut me off and this time I saw his attitude stiffen, his tone also sounded cold and sharp.I think he's angry.Since I was little I've always been clingy to David and he's never once shown anything like that. He is a warm, friendly, gentle, and pleasant person. I've never once seen him upset or angry, at least not with me.However, I k