Twins by Mistake. Chance Encounter

“What the hell are you spreading rumors that I’m the father of your children?” the boss drawls.

— What? It wasn’t me! On the contrary, I was hiding the truth.

— Decided to set the children up? You picked the wrong one. I’ve never cheated on my wife. And she’s pregnant. MY child’s.

He glances down at the twins I’m holding by the hands.

— Why are they here?

He lingers on his son, staring into his eyes—gray-blue and green. — What…

— It’s Daddy’s feature. The real one. And it’s not you!

I lie so the boss will calm down.

Tumanov doesn’t have her. He watches us with his dark gaze. But suddenly his expression changes; his eyes widen. Light falls on his iris—and I notice he’s wearing contact lenses. Oh no…

— Zlata, into my office, quickly! We need to talk.

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Once upon a time he mistook me for his fiancée. Between us was a chance meeting that I wanted to forget. But two lines on the pregnancy test and twins on the ultrasound didn’t let me…