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Accidental Night with the Wrong Bartender

Chapter 7 Grandchildren

Word Count: 1543    |    Released on: 26/03/2026

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like this for the past three years.

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s arrived. As though they were follo

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ore taking her seat next to me. My father sat

et, shielded from the rest of the restaurant by tall wooden partitions and dim golden lighting. Soft inst

lightly, placing leather-bound menus in front of each of us. The faint clink of

re of grace. My mother leaned slightly toward her, whispering so

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my gaze

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Accidental Night with the Wrong Bartender
Accidental Night with the Wrong Bartender
“Elara lost all trust in humanity after she caught her boyfriend with her best friend on her birthday... They showed no remorse. She needed a reason to keep on living; a child. So she went to a bar intending to spend the night with a handsome bartender and possibly get pregnant. But she mistook the rooms and ended up spending the night with the elite billionaire; Jayden Bryes. Jayden Bryes had been celibate since he lost his girlfriend two years ago, yet a mysterious stranger broke it... A stranger he couldn't find. 5 years later, Elara returned with two boys and a determination not to meet up with anyone from her past. Instead, as soon as she arrived, she not only met up with a past nemesis but gained a new one as well. And they were even worse than the past. Just two weeks... But what if the father of her children, the 'bartender' refused to let her go after the said time ends? ... "This is insane. You can't just do this to a stranger." I trashed, trying to remove the ropes from my hands. "Yeah, I could have said the same thing when you forced yourself on me that night." When have I ever forced myself to... Wait, That night? What night? Then it hit me. I blinked, could he be... "Are you the bartender?!"”