Twins one mother but two different father's ( race)

Chapter three

Emily pov

Today I was up at 6:00am, it's earlier than usual, I've to take care of Ismael and junior welfare. I took care of their clothes before moving to their food.

Still they were at sleeping I decided to browse on the internet while waiting.

I was browsing when I receive a notification about a mail. The mail was about a lost kid in the hospital I when for my first check up during my pregnancy.

Reading through the mail the hospital send me a mail that very difficult to ignore, especially if it's about the origin of Ismael.

" Are they really talking about the lost of a fertilize sperm?" I asked myself.

" Did the doctor really said he made an insemination by error?"

I won't continue reading such nonsense, as for that foolish doctor he should better start praying that my boy is not the product of his foolishness. I won't spare him and Every f*****g lunatic include in this stupidity.

He just had to Lose his f*****g kid in my womb, he's very stupid and mad.

He's living abroad, God is really with him. If he wasn't this far I would have given him one of those beaten, God has really save the fool.

To be sure, I decided to make a call to the number send by the hospital. I really want my children to know their father.

Calling the number.

" Hello, who's calling" she asked

" Hello, it's madam mbuncha, it's about the Missing sperm" I said

" Please wait a minute " she said.

She forwarded the call to a man that didn't say his name or introduce himself before speaking.

" Madam what do you know about the Missing sperm " he asked. Which missing sperm, better start taking about your missing son, You jeck" I thought

" I want to know how the kid got missing? " I asked.

" Madam please can you wait" he said before ending the call.

I waited for approximately 10 minutes before he called back. Another rude person was on the phone.

" Madam can we meet you? If yes, where Are you living? When can we meet you?" He asked

" You're calling me with a foreign number, I live in African, specifically in Ghana" i Saïd

" Madame can we transport you tomorrow here in Colorado" he asked

" Sir I don't have a passport and money to make one not to talk about a ticket" I said

" We will take care of everything, but can we meet you tomorrow?" He asked

" Yes, why not" I answered

" Thanks, tomorrow" he said

I don't even know where I'm going and with who, but I have to go. I really need to know the origins of Ismael, even if l've to put my life at risque. I don't even have a passport, how will I board a plane " I asked myself.

The next morning at 8:00am I was contacted by the same number.

" Morning madam mbuncha, if you're ready we will meet you at this address...." The gave me an address

here I'm waiting like a fool for strangers.

" Morning, sorry for our tardiness" a young man said.

" Morning, don't mention it" I said

" Welcome madam mbuncha, can I have your identity card?" He asked

I gave him my card. Soon after some minor verification, he came back

" We taking a private jet to our destination, madam you can board" he said

" Will I be back today before night fall? because I can't sleep out " I asked

" Yes madam"

The jet was very impressive, my husband wasn't poor but this just to much. A f*****g private jet just for me.

The cabin was line with custom wood veneer and the floor was covered by fine carpet and shining stone work. It has high speed internet that's 30 times faster than usual.

since I haven't taken my break fast this morning I asked if I can have something to eat to the hôtesse and I discovered that the cabin can be configurated in a variety of ways including a dining room and a multi media theater.

Here I am, on my way to the unknown with strangers inside an unknown private jet. " This man most be loaded if he used a private jet to transport a perfect stranger for an improbable matter" I thought.

It took us approximately l.5 hours to reach our destination.

I was sent to a room were I met many women who have been transported there for the same purpose. So I not the only woman passing through this! I'm now alone. We were more than 30 women.

After sometime,we heard

" Morning to all, since we can't interview each of you and all of you claim to know were is found our boss kid. We thereby decided to pose you question about the kid to reduce the effective " he said.

" Are they mad? " I asked myself " dragging us here to pass a f*****g test"

But I can't go home to my son without knowing if this Campbell is his father.

They asked us 5 questions about the child.

- age of the kid

- discribe the kid.

- how he was lost and in which hospital.

- if he has any birth mark

- if possible give a picture.

The answer was very simple.

My son is 3 years old

He's a metizo

Insemination by a doctor in a clinic found in Colorado.

Yes, behind he's ear.

No I won't give.

How can I give my kid picture to strangers, if they're psychopath or children trafficking agency " that was my thought.

We were told to wait while they collected and analysis our answers.

While I was waiting with other women, I gain some knowledge about the supposed father of my son.

Jason Campbell is one of the most powerful men in the world.

He had acquired More money than anyone. To say he's a multi- billionaire is an euphemist.

They are invisible power that controled the world by many invisible means.

He's extremely handsome and is a freak when It come to cleanliness and women. That's why the majority of women present have never met him.

To other, he was a walking bastard Even though he was s*x-on-foot, gorgeous, muscles, rich and a rude asshole.

I also learn that he's an only child of two billionaire of last century, Mr and Mrs Campbell.

All I retain in fact is he is a handsome young multi billionaire of the twenty first century with power that act very rudely and hate dirt and women.

After an hour, I'm called by a beautiful young lady who showed me the way leading to a glass wall.

I was wondering the reason for my presence in this empty room when I started understanding the conversation between two women found behind the glass.

" Madam Julia were is Mr Campbell sperm?" One of them asked

" I use his sperm to fertilize my eggs, which were inseminated in a woman womb" she said. Is she serious, she stole a sperm to inseminate in somebody womb.

Even now she's lying, that f*****g useless sperm fertilize my ovules.

" How did you collect his sperm? " She was asked

" I stole it from the hospital" she said

" Why? " Asked

" The doctor said It couldn't be fertilize, but I wasn't sure" she said

How was it her consent if he could or couldn't procreate

" To who have you asked the doctor to inseminate the egg" the one I now identify as the detective asked

" To a woman I met in the same hospital, she was already a week pregnant" she said

" Wasn't it dangerous" detective

" Yes it was, both of the kids was in danger, even the pregnant woman life was in danger" she said. Is she serious" I asked myself for the ten times

" What do you gain in doing all this madam Julia" asked the detective

" If I can give a child to Mr Campbell for sure he will married me and I will be madam Campbell" she put my life and that of my unborn child at risque to become madam Campbell. I was literally burning of rage.

Before they could stopped me or continue their stupid interrogation I ran into the room and started beating some sense in the stupid woman. I wanted to disfigured her and every member of her stupid family.

It took four grown men to remove her from my hands, Even with them holding me down, I didn't give up, I can't let her get away with destroying my life and that of my family.

I now living alone in an empty apartment without any friends or family due to her stupidity.

I wanted her death, I won't spare her.

While I was shouting at her, I was dragged in an empty room to calm myself.

While I was in there, I remember my kids, there will be alone in my apartment if I don't move out of there fast enough to my house.

While I was searching for a way out, I remember that I came here without any passport. That I can't get home without their jet

I called my sisters to move to my apartment to take care of the kids for me before waiting for my drive back home.I didn't have to wait long. Until I heard one of the men in the wispered that Mr Campbell was coming, I will now know the father of Ismael.

The first thing that came into view was a powerful looking pairs of legs wrapped within black suit pants inching towards me in a powerful trod. Those pairs of legs seems to have been made by a renown artist, so well built.

When he's facial expression was revealed, people present could only swallow their saliva in fright.

He's handsome and beautiful, but when you see him they aren't the best adjectives that comes to mind. When you're face with him, the first words in mind is " dangerous" , he's like a wild bear, a predator.

The unforgettable pairs of jabe eyes that he have can remove your soul from your body, just by looking at you. It means, wherever he's gaze land, you unknowingly lower your head in an act of surrender, you become of feel like a prey.

The atmosphere in the room seems to be solemn and chilling. With everything and people moving out of his way.

I was moving backwards due to his stare when I was shocked off balance and stumple, slipping underneath my own feet.

I instinctively react by reaching forward to hold onto whatever I could.

Which ends up being Mr Campbell clothes.

" Rip" the sound of a garment tearing reach my ear.

Before I could even yelo for help, I found myself in somebody hands. When I looked up, my eyes met those of Mr Campbell.

He's presence is so forceful, vital and impressive. So very bold and demanding.

My thought was cut by Mr Jason rude remarked.

" Are you done squashing me?" He asked

" I don't know" I said.

" Please can you move off me?" He asked very rudely.

" Sure, you just have to ask, no need shouting " I said

He show me a sit while taking one himself.

" From your words I conclude that you have my son" he asked

" I don't know what your talking about, I don't have your son" I said. With the money he have, he will just take my son away " I thought.

" Over my death body, I won't let him do " I decided.

" You said she destroy your family, how" he asked

" I lost my baby and my husband left me for another" I lied

" Sorry" he said " I'm sorry for your lost, if I can make any to help don't hesitate"

" Thanks, I really have to be back" I said

I was show the way out of the f*****g building were a car was waiting for me.

It took me to the airport where I board a plane back home, to my kids.