This is not a game

Harden sighed as he was tired of his mother's way of handling him, he looked at the still-sleeping babies before he tried to close his eyes to relax.

The journey is tiring for Harden and so it is for his babies, he watches as the maids feed them while they are been driven to their home they will be staying all through the business days.

It Amazes him to see these two little creatures who look like him grow more taking his facial features.

He couldn't Deny them because he knew only one thing about the girl of that night, her red hair. That was the only thing he could remember of her. He couldn't even recall how she smelled because he was so out of the world trying to release himself from what his mother did.

“As Zia grows, will her hair change color or will it be just like the red and black mixture?” Harden asked for his butler to shake his head.

“I think it's going to be like that forever except she doesn't like it., then she can dye it.” His butler responded.

“ she will, it makes he