“Whose are they?” The boss’s eyes darken, his gaze clinging to the children. “Mine…” I whisper, my lips trembling. “We’ll check that yet!” he smirks devilishly. Once again, I lose myself in the blue abyss of his eyes. He is an IT industry magnate—powerful, untouchable. My ex… I’m the mother of seven-year-old twins. Vorontsov has nothing to do with them! But the fact that the kids are wildly similar to him drives and confuses even me…