Five years ago, a one-night stand shrouded in mystery.
Five years later, the moment he saw the photo of the adorable boy-and-girl twins who looked exactly like him, Vincent Carrington’s heart melted into a puddle.
“Fifty million. The kids are mine; the money is yours.” The man’s voice was domineering and absolute.
The sweet, dazed little girl: “Isn’t Daddy earning money so Mommy and us can spend it?”
The cunning little boy: “Besides, all of Daddy’s future assets will be ours anyway.”
Cecilia Cripps: Well played!
Vincent Carrington: …
