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His Secret Kids

His Secret Kids

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Now, I'm caring for five children as a mother. I'm simply an average girl who had an unexpected kid after having an unfortunate encounter with a guy. 5 more! A number of years later, I made another attempt to enter the workforce, but this time I met with much resistance. My memory of the dashing person makes me think he will become a powerful business leader. He was charming, affluent, and surprisingly commanding. Years later, he still carried a grudge over the gratuity I had given him and relentlessly teased me, but I let it go since he was unaware of my family situation. "Dear children, your father is a micromanager. We need him so much!"

Chapter 1 No.1

Donna Davis's Pov

My name is Donna Davis, and I am now jobless.

It should come as no surprise that I have a promising future despite being just 24 years old. However, as of right now, the only way I can earn a livelihood is by making comics at home.

Why don't I go out to look for work? Because I am the mother of five kids. You did hear me correctly, I assure you. There are five of them in my family. In the past, due to my naiveté and the betrayal of my former boyfriend, it even forced me to go to a pub to become intoxicated, and I even gave my first night to a total stranger because of it. This occurred two years ago.

The appearance of the man's face, though, was the thing that took my breath away more than anything else when I woke up. His face has lovely like engraved. Even though he was asleep, he still had a face that was quite beautiful from a sexual standpoint.

I have been able to recall up to this very moment!

It's got a lot of charm.

I don't believe that I'm completely befuddled. On the other hand, I wanted to stay out of trouble, so I gave the gorgeous guy the whole amount of $100, which was the last of the money I had, in the vain hope that he would be happy when he comes awake.

After some time had passed, it was discovered that I had five children. At first, I was completely unable to come to terms with it; but, as time went on, I found that I loved them more and more. Additionally, the sales of my comics were quite successful, which alleviated the financial strain; nonetheless, I knew that eventually the money would run out, so I went back.

Forget it.

While I was standing on the foam board, I maintained the stance of a horse by standing on one foot while tiptoeing and raising the other leg over my head. This looked really professional.

When I had just finished closing my eyes and was beginning to enjoy the peaceful moment of yoga, the door was suddenly flung open from the outside, and I saw five little eggs tumbling in one after the other--

"Mom!"

"Mother!"

"Dona!"

"M!"

"Hum!"

I screamed in a panic, "Wait! Ah!"

They crowded around me and tried to force me to the ground.

I managed to pull myself up off the ground with many children still clinging to my body. Duke climbed up on my back and expressed his desire to be carried by me. His small and itty-bitty legs were kicking with all their might.

I cautioned him, saying, "Duke, don't be such a bad boy."

Duke lifted his hands and leaped off of me while shouting, "I'm not frightened. I'm the greatest!"

Dora's meaty little palm waved, and her eyes were sprinkled with joy, eager for applause. "Mom, mom, I won a doll in the kindergarten today!"

"Great!"

"Me too!"

Duke motioned with his hand. "Mom, not only does Dylan not have it, but I do too!"

Dylan stood there with his tummy protruding and a look of profound astonishment on his face.

"It doesn't matter, Dylan. You can try even harder the next time. Come on! Your mother believes in you."

"Yes!"Dylan nodded.

I turned to Susan and thanked Susan for the day while looking at her.

My aunt Susan is here to assist me with taking care of the children at the moment.

"That's OK, I'll see you first thing in the morning."

"OK."

Since Susan has left, it is only me who is responsible for seeing to their needs.

I prepare apple salad for five children--

"The salad is done! "When I finished, the children stood in front of me, staring back at their tiny pudgy faces and wailing, "line up." Duke led the squad; now think of a word with the suffix "key."

"Monkey! "

"Donkey! " "

"Whisky! "

"Turkey"

Dylan's cheeks became red as he said, "Key."

I caressed the top of his adorable head before handing them each five portions of salad.

As I watched them enjoy their food, I couldn't help but feel really content inside myself.

Dylan is a male, Duke is a female, Dora is a male, Doris and Debbie are twins, and Duke is a boy.

If I did not have to worry about money, spending the whole day with them would be the finest time of my life; but, this is not the case in my actual life.

I also sent two hundred applications since, after all, comics guy only given me a limited earning potential, and I need more money to sustain these five rodents and provide a better education for them.

Suddenly, my cell phone began to ring, and as I glanced at the unfamiliar number, I responded, "Who are you?"

"Could it possibly be Donna Davis? Do you think you'll be able to make it tomorrow? "

"Yes!

"I tried to contain my happiness.

"All OK, come to our JK entertainment tomorrow at twelve," the woman said.

"Yes, you can count on me to be there promptly tomorrow."

I'm really delighted.

The next day, I went to the workplace, but I arrived there earlier than expected.

The kind employees inside came out as soon as I made it to the door after entering the building. "What was the matter with Donna Davis? When start arriving late for work?

I didn't waste any time and introduced myself,"Hello, my name is Donna Davis."

Kathy Owen gave me the once over and said, "You're finally here, aren't you? We have an appointment to see a high-profile individual in a city who is an investor in our most recent art movie. If you ruin the business, you pay. "

"I am so very sorry!"

In the end, I'm not running late.

"Your job is to be an attentive listener!"

The lady standing next to me gave the bag to me. It was borne by me. It has the weight of something that has stones in it.

Without so much as a glance in my direction, Kathy Owen climbed inside the vehicle.

I got into position right away.

While driving, Kathy Owen said, "this is a hard fought chance to meet our important visitor." She then proceeded to put on her cosmetics. They will only listen to our presentation for five minutes. If you squander this opportunity, you are free to go."

"Yes! I'll pay attention. "

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