[Marvin's POV]
"DRAKE! DRAKE!" I can hear my father's loud voice calling out my name. His thundering voice echoed throughout the entire house. My father screaming in madness and belting in anger only means one thing. I made a stupid huge mistake.
I haven't opened my eyes. Here comes Gibbon, my father's right hand and our butler knocking at my door.
"Master Drake! Hurry! Come down now. You know how the dragon blows fire."
Gibbon, my father's right-hand man, rushed to my room as if there's an emergency. Why don't they call the emergency hotline not bother me?
"Yeah, Gibbon, I know. Just please get out of my room! Get back down there and try to calm him down."
"MARVIN DRAKE, I NEED YOU DOWN HERE NOW!"
"What's his issue again. Really? On a muddahefffin' Sunday morning?"
"Just hurry, master. It's really urgent."
"Yeah, I'm coming."
I can hear his loud voice from the inside of my bathroom. What is his problem again? I just closed a deal with the investors. Is this what I get when he turns over the company to me? Is this what it is to be the CEO?
"Drake, what the hell in the world did you do again?" Exactly right in time, my foot landed on the ground floor of this house, his loud voice pounding the entire house. I saw Minda and Gibbon carefully, took the two newborns wrapped in a flannel cloth in front of our doorsteps, and placed them on the sofa.
"I did nothing but sleep all night Pops."
"Oh? You did nothing and slept all night? Really? That's what you do all day while I'm gone."
"Come on, Pops! What is it again?"
"Explain to them!" Pointing to the babies on the sofa covered with pink flannel cloths.
"Babies. They look alike. And so?"
"Exactly, babies, they look alike, and for Pete's sake, they are your daughters!"
"MY DAUGHTERS? NO! NO! No way! They are not mine!"
"When will you take life seriously, Marvin Drake Lorenzo?
"First, you get married; she got pregnant, give birth, and what? You let your wife leave. Ooh, and wow, not just leave. You let her live like a queen in New York so you can be free while your daughter having a miserable life at home with her nanny every single day. And what are these two? A fruit fell from the tree?"
"Pops, I did not marry Marinelle because I wanted to. You have arranged that marriage for me. She loves some other guy and I love some else. You can't force us to live together if we don't love each other."
"Then why impregnate her?"
"Pops, what do couples do on a honeymoon?"
"You are pulling your arrogant attitude on me."
"Pops! Couples make love on their honeymoon, but I and Marinelle it was only an intimate affair. We were both intoxicated. Marinelle being pregnant on that one-night affair? I doubt it. I am not sure if Maisey is my daughter. How would I know? She gives birth a month before she's due. And she's isn't a virgin. Who knows that child is her ex-boyfriends' daughter? I'm sorry but I don't know how to be a father because you were never a father to me."
"Master Drake, I saw this note from the babies."
Gibbon handed me two small envelopes.
~~~Note # 1
Honey Marvin,
I am as poor as a rat and being a dancer in the nightclub is the only job I know. Please take care of our daughter. I know you can give her a better life than me.
Tilda
~~~Note # 2
Drake, my love,
I am giving you full custody of our daughter. I can't go back home to my province with a newborn with me. My father will cut me into pieces for getting pregnant and giving birth out of wedlock. You can't deny she is not your daughter. She looks exactly like you. She got the mole-like what you have in your right eyebrows. She's got your gray ash eyes, your pointed nose. I am hoping she will not grow up a Casanova like you. Please take care of our daughter.
Trish
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"No. No. They are not mine!"
"So what? You will deny them? Open your eyes, Drake! For goodness' sake, they look exactly like you than my granddaughter Maisey."
"Pops, how can I have two children at the same time?"
"Ask yourself! I did not raise you to be like a dog who hump any bitches they like and impregnate them."
"S**t. Yes, I love playing around. The girls in the bar are exactly right. No commitments. I take them to bed. I have fun. Enjoy the night. Sleep with them. But make these two? I don't think so!"
"So, what are these two? Puppies? You can give away after they are born?"
"Pops."
"Gibbon!"
"Sir Dixson!"
"Make an appointment at St. Luke's for DNA testing."
"Minda!"
"Sir?"
"Prepare the room for the twins."
"TWINS?"
"They are not twins?"
"And how should I explain, son? Tell me!"
"Call Marinelle, tell her to come home immediately!"
"She doesn't need to be involved with this. Leave her alone!"
"Oh, so what? You suddenly cared for your paper wife?"
"No. We have compromised. I can do what I want. I leave her alone. I want to keep it that way."
"You want to keep it that way? Oh well then, I want to do it this way. Make up a story.
She gives birth. Twins. She likes it, or yes. She will be the mother of your bastards! Understood?!"
"Gibbon! Call Marinelle now! Tell her to come home immediately. We have to fix this mess my stupid son did."
"I can fix it on my own."
"And how?"
"I'll take them to the orphanage. They are not mine!"
"Are you blind or pretending to be blind? We don't even need a DNA test to prove they are Lorenzos'."
"Pops?"
"Pops, what?"
"Give this to me for once."
The newborns laid down on the sofa started crying. I hesitantly took them both, carried them in my arms. I felt the bond. What is this feeling? No words can explain how mesmerized I am with their tiny eyes looking at me. My father is right. I can't deny it. They look exactly like me.
She has a mole on the right brows, gray eyes, pointed nose, heart-shaped face, red lips, broken chin. Beatrice.
She has a mole on the left browse, brown eyes, pointed nose, heart-shaped face, red lips, dimples. Mathilda.
"I'm keeping them. My pretty little precious princess bitches."
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