The Billionaire Twins Need A New Mommy!

Seven Words

Seven words were all it took for Lola's perfectly planned life to change.

"Congratulations, Miss Young. You're three weeks pregnant."

"Huh?" Lola's mind went blank. 

Pregnant?

She hadn't even processed this as the doctor continued. "I've written you a prescription for your vitamins…"

His voice felt distant as her entire world spun around.

What… what's going on? She wondered.

"Here." The doctor casually peeled the page from his prescription pad, producing a scratchy paper noise that snapped her out of her daze. "Come back next month for your monthly check-up."

Lola opened and closed her mouth, gazing at the prescription for first-time mothers atop a small pregnancy manual. When she looked up, a tiny smile appeared on her face as she let out a short, dry laugh.

"Doctor, are you sure… I'm pregnant?" She asked, visibly causing the doctor to frown. "I think there's a mix-up here. Because that's — that's impossible! I've never been with a man."

She didn't even have a lover; she never had one in her life. Not even flings. Well, if having a fiancé who had only looked at her in disgust could count as getting impregnated, then she'd had a dozen children by now!

So, how could she get pregnant?

"Besides, I'm only here because of some stomach problems… no?" Her voice slowly sounded tinier and more nervous. "Doctor, I really didn't — I'm telling the truth."

The doctor frowned. "Miss Young, did you undergo medical procedures like in vitro fertilization or donor insemination?"

"What? No."

"Then there's only one way you could be pregnant!" The doctor's tone continued to dip.

"But—"

"Miss Young, if you're embarrassed that you got pregnant out of wedlock, please stop wasting our time!" This time, the doctor couldn't help but scold her. His voice was loud enough to reach the people waiting outside for their turn. "We still have plenty of other patients waiting to be examined. I've finished my diagnosis."

Lola frowned and dejectedly left the office.

As she stepped out, she could hear the hushed, nasty comments and see the scornful looks of the other pregnant women outside the office.

"I can't believe she's been keeping this line waiting so long just because she's embarrassed."

"Youngsters these days. They selfishly don't listen to their parents and end up getting knocked up."

"Young guys don't have taste or standards anymore. How could they stomach knocking up such a fat girl? I fear for this new generation."

"She's still so young… another young mother who will have to burden her elders with such a responsibility."

"I pity her child. The child wasn't born yet, but his mother already denies his existence!"

Lola hung her head low as she dragged her feet outside the clinic and jumped back on her scooter. When she reached home, she barely closed the entrance before slumping to the floor as if her entire world were crumbling.

"I'm pregnant…" she whispered to herself, utterly confused. "How?"

But more than the confusion of just being pregnant, Lola was more perplexed because…

"This didn't happen in my first life, though?"

Lola had a secret she hadn't told anyone.

This wasn't her first life.

And in her first life, around this time of year, she… was pushed into an accident that left her crippled for life.

Placing a hand on her stomach, her eyes fell on it. Her lips quivered, still confused how, out of nowhere, she was blessed with a life within her.

"A life…" she whispered to the life within her. "How do I—"

The rest of her words choked in her throat as she remembered one of the mean comments she heard at the clinic.

"I pity her child. The child wasn't born yet, but his mother already denies his existence!"

Lola pressed her lips together and bit them. Her hand pressed against her stomach, eyes softening with guilt and bitter warmth.

"What now?"

Lola's life had always been a tough daily battle ever since she moved out of the Young family. She worked multiple part-time jobs just to make ends meet. Her life was barely starting to look brighter after years of effort and planning, but then this happened.

Even so, with a life growing inside her, she knew she had to make it somehow. Not just for herself, but for this little life that came out of nowhere.

****

Seven months later, Lola's stomach was bigger than that of a typical eight-month-pregnant woman. Somehow, she had managed to survive the past eight months by selling things online and doing some online art commissions. After all, the company she had started was barely staying afloat.

As she walked out of the clinic after her regular monthly check-up, her hands were on her hips for support. Her belly was huge and heavy; she struggled with each step, her back aching.

Suddenly, a flashy neon orange sports car sped past her at high speed.

Lola couldn't help but jolt back, subsequently falling on her bottom. Thankfully, she was able to reach out and land on her palms first. She winced in pain, then worried if her fall might have harmed her baby.

"Lola!"

While she worried about the baby, she abruptly heard a familiar voice. When she turned, she saw Derek storming towards her. The beautiful woman clinging to his arm was Melissa Young, Lola's half-sister.

"How dare you get pregnant while we're engaged, huh?!" Derek pointed a finger at her angrily. "Lola, you always said you'd dedicate your life to me! How could you get pregnant by a hoodlum just because I rejected you?!"

Lola frowned as she darted her eyes between Derek and Melissa. He was saying all this nonsense while her half-sister clung to him like a koala.

"Lola, I couldn't believe it when I heard you're pregnant. You and Derek are still engaged. Are you trying to trap him into raising your bastard?" Melissa mocked disdainfully. "Is this your way of repaying our family's kindness for raising you, an embarrassment?"

Derek fumed even more upon hearing this. He felt Lola was too shameless and ungrateful. The Young family sent her to school, but she got herself pregnant by a hoodlum!

"I'm canceling our engagement! There's no way I'd father a bastard!" Derek's words were like daggers aiming straight at her heart.

It was true that Lola had been engaged to Derek since they were teens. However, she thought the engagement had already been canceled when she moved out. After all, she and Derek were engaged, but he treated Melissa more like his lover than her. They never even hid it, just like right now.

Melissa smirked cunningly, pleased to see the good-for-nothing half-sister miserable. She squeezed her body closer to Derek's side, deliberately pressing her chest against him and smiling beautifully.

"Derek, there's no point in wasting our breath on a woman like her," she cooed. "We already confirmed she's pregnant, and you already canceled your engagement. I'm sure this is enough evidence to cancel the engagement."

Looking at Melissa, Derek's frozen heart melted. The difference between Lola and Melissa was far too great. It was hard to ignore. Melissa was smart, beautiful, and gentle. Lola, on the other hand, was only smart.

"You're right," he agreed. "She's a waste of breath."

Melissa smiled beautifully, and the two lovingly strode off to that horribly blinding neon sports car.

Lola was still left on the ground, watching the flashy neon sports car speed away.

"For someone who doesn't want to waste their breath, they sure know how to run their mouths," she murmured, still holding her stomach. "Who said I'd devote my life to him? He's not even my type. The nerve—oh, no, happy thoughts."

She rid herself of any thought of those evil entities and worriedly gazed down at her tummy. "My baby, are you okay? I'm sorry, Mommy is being reckless. No, I'm not thinking of bad things."

When she was sure she was no longer in pain, Lola helped herself to stand up. With such a big belly, she struggled a little, but she managed. She dusted off her dress and gazed up at the pedestrian light. Seeing it turn green, she carefully crossed the road.

But before Lola could reach the other side of the road, she heard a loud honking noise. A light beamed into her peripheral vision, and when she turned her head, all she saw was a speeding black sedan. No license plate. Just the scent of rubber, and a scream she never finished.

****

Five years later, Lola was seated on a first-class flight back to the country where she had lost her children to fix one problem. Her red lips were drawn in a thin line, and her alluring eyes swirled with curiosity and displeasure at the engagement invitation of her half-sister, Melissa, and her former fiance, Derek.

No, she wasn't coming to celebrate this auspicious occasion with those two. She was flying in to cancel a previous engagement she never wanted, with a family she never asked for. 

Melissa could take the man, but Lola was here for something more important. 

Five years ago, she lost everything she worked hard for and the little life that made her heart beat because of them. 

Now, five years and one first-class seat later, she was finally ready to end it with them once and for all. And while at it, she might as well make them remember never to send her another damn invite about them.

Little did she know, as she was reading this lovely invitation, two small heads just popped up over the seats a few rows from where Lola was. Only the tops of their round faces peeked over the seats—the highest they could reach. But their wide, round eyes gleamed clearly as they eyed the beautiful lady in the last row. 

"Ma… mommy," the little girl whispered in awe.

Her twin brother beside her blinked and whispered back, "We found her."

It all started with "Hello, Mommy!"

In the arrival waiting area of the airport, Derek paced back and forth irritably, checking his wristwatch and growing impatient with every passing second.

"She should've landed minutes ago," he grumbled. "That girl should have been here by now! What's taking her so long?"

"Sir Derek, Miss Lola should be here soon," Brian, a young butler of the Albert Family, attempted to calm Derek down. "Please be more patient."

"Patient?" Derek scoffed. "I've been waiting for over thirty minutes for her! Why did I have to come here and fetch her myself?"

Brian sighed. "Young Master, that's what your grandfather wanted. If he finds out you didn't pick up Miss Lola, he'll be livid."

"Tch."

Derek clicked his tongue, his irritation growing as he thought about why he was here. Lola's grandfather — from her mother's side — and Derek's grandfather had been great friends. They had been lifelong companions, from playmates to classmates and best buddies even into adulthood. It was their arrangement that had led to Lola and Derek's engagement.

"That woman is such a pain in the neck," he muttered irritably, because he needed Lola to tell his grandfather that she didn't want this engagement. 

Lola likes me so much, but I have to convince her to break off our arrangements. She can't be that shameless to cling to me, right?

For him, it could be a challenge, as Lola might want to break off his engagement with Melissa. Lola, after all, was a selfish woman. It wasn't like Derek couldn't do what he wanted, but it also meant his name getting crossed off his grandfather's will. Therefore, he needed Lola to end it herself.

"That annoying girl…" he hissed, as he thought about having to persuade the ugly duckling of the Young Family. "I swear I will—"

Just as he turned, Derek collided with someone's shoulder, causing the woman to stumble back. His anger quickly rose until he looked up and saw who he had bumped into.

"Can't you watch where you're going—" he almost bit his tongue, stunned for a moment. He held his breath, eyes wide, heart beating louder than usual. 

Standing just a few feet away was a woman. Her bright red lips contrasted with her pale complexion, her curly hair as dark as her oversized sunglasses. In a fitted black dress, she looked more like she was heading to a party than just arriving from a flight.

Derek? Lola raised an eyebrow, studying him through the dark lenses of her sunglasses.

Of all people to run into…

As Lola clenched her jaw and frowned, Derek suddenly sported a gentle smile.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention," he apologized, reaching out to her. "Are you alright, Miss?"

She stepped back before he could touch her, speaking coldly, "I'm fine."

"I see, I see," he chuckled awkwardly. Even with the large glasses, he could tell she was beautiful. "Are you sure?"

Lola arched a brow, realizing this jerk didn't recognize her. She smirked and nodded.

"I'm fine. Don't bother," she said simply, walking past him without another word.

Derek reached out a bit, catching a whiff of her perfume, which he might remember for the rest of his life. "Wait—"

"Sir Derek, the arrival door is opening again." Brian suddenly perked up. "Miss Lola might be there!"

"Tch." Derek clicked his tongue bitterly. He glanced at the people emerging from the arrival area, then back to where the woman had gone.

"What a beautiful woman," he grumbled. "If only Lola had even half of that beauty, she might not have to try so hard."

With that, Derek let go of the woman he had bumped into and waited for Lola. Little did he know, the woman he had just been criticizing was the same one who made his heart race.

****

Meanwhile, Lola chuckled as she left the airport.

"Five years and he still hasn't changed," she whispered, shaking her head at Derek.

She admitted that she and Derek had a good relationship as children. Young Derek had been kind and gentle, albeit a bit silly. But everything changed when Melissa and her mother entered their lives.

Not that she had the energy to dwell on that now, as none of Derek's reasons mattered to her.

Once Lola officially ended her previous engagement, she planned to expand her business here. Until then, she didn't want Derek to know anything about it.

Ring… ring...

Lola's phone rang as she stepped outside the airport. She answered without checking.

"I'm outside the airport," she said. "Can't see you."

She pushed her sunglasses up, revealing her dark russet eyes. Scanning the area, she spotted someone waving at her.

"Boss, I'm here!"

There, behind several cars in the driveway, was a familiar face. She smiled.

"I see you," she replied. "I'm coming over."

With the traffic, she decided to head towards her pickup. But as she walked, her luggage suddenly felt heavier. Lola slowed down and cast her luggage a look. 

To her side, she saw two children holding her luggage — a boy and a girl, both twins. The little boy held the luggage, while the girl held his hand. They stopped, smiling sweetly at her.

"Uh…" Lola blinked in confusion, looking around.

The outside of the airport was bustling, but no one seemed to be missing children. She smiled back at the twins, about to tell them they had the wrong person, when they suddenly chimed in.

"Hello, Mommy!"

Lola's face twitched at their sweet greeting. She bent over, resting her hand on her knees.

"Uh, I think there's been a mistake," she said. "I'm not your mom. Are you guys lost?"

The twins shook their heads, almost impressing her with how their actions matched, just like their faces.

"Chacha and Second are not lost!" the boy, Second, announced, taking a step forward and then holding onto Lola's arm. "We're with Mommy!"

"Ha… ha…" Lola laughed awkwardly, looking around at her surroundings and then back at the children. She noticed the little boy's grip tightening as if he didn't plan on letting her go.

"Boss!" Suddenly, the familiar voice of a man reached her.

Silo, Lola's friend, jumped out of the car and stopped in front of her. His brows furrowed as he noticed the twins standing in front of her.

"Who…?"

"Silo, just take my luggage," said Lola, forcing a smile, before turning to the twins. "I'll take you to the lost and found — if that's even the right place for missing children."

"Kids, how about we look for your mommy and daddy, okay?" she hummed persuasively. "They're probably worried sick about you."

Hearing this, the sweet smiles on their faces faded and were gradually replaced with teary eyes and quivering lips.

"Wah! Mommy, don't leave us!" The boy jumped and hugged her leg. "Mommy, I'll be a good boy — I promise."

The girl, on the other hand, hugged her arm. "Mama, don't go! Don't leave Second and Chacha here!"

"We'll be good kids!" they yelled. "Please don't abandon us!"

"Huh?" Lola froze as the twins cried, and everyone now gave her odd glances and left judgmental comments while at it. "HUH?!"

Silo opened and closed his mouth before he blurted out, "Boss, since when did you have kids?!"

Petition For A Mommy!

Regardless of the twins' weeping, Lola still took them to the lost and found just in case. She couldn't just take two children home just because they called her "Mommy."

But when they reached the lost and found, the twins still claimed her as their mother. It took some identification cards and a few documents for her to prove she wasn't the twins' mother.

"Boss, are you sure we're just leaving them there?" Silo asked, jogging to follow Lola as they left the management office. "Aren't we going to wait for their parents to arrive?"

Lola rolled her eyes at him. "Silo, you just want to see if I look like their mother, don't you?"

Silo grinned. "The resemblance should be impeccable if those kids mistook you, right?"

"Goodness, you," she sighed, shaking her head. "Wait for me a bit — bathroom."

With that, Lola made a turn and searched for the bathroom. That encounter almost made her pee her pants. After all, it wasn't every day that someone would mistake her for their mother and make a huge fuss about it.

Once she found the women's restroom, instead of heading to the cubicle, she found herself standing in front of the sink.

"Hah…" she breathed out, gripping the sink's edge tighter before lifting her eyes to look at herself. For some reason, Silo's question rang in her mind.

Since when did you have kids?

Five years ago, but alas, her child didn't even see this world. It wasn't that she hated kids; in fact, she liked them. It was just that her child never got to call her "Mommy," and she longed for him every single day. Hence, the bittersweet tug in her heart when those two suddenly hugged her, just like how she imagined her child would hug her.

"Hah." She huffed and shook her head. "Don't think about it, Lola. It's just this world being silly."

With that, Lola washed her face and redid only her lipstick. Once she finished and recomposed herself, she exited the restroom and saw Silo leaning against the wall at the end of the hallway.

"Let's go," she said without stopping.

Silo flinched a bit, already seeing her a few steps ahead of him. "Wait!" he yelled. "That took you quite a while."

Lola didn't respond, heading straight to the parking lot where they left their ride. Meanwhile, Silo walked a step behind her. He studied her mood and tilted his head a bit to the side.

She doesn't usually get upset by something like this, he thought. Did she dislike being mistaken for a mother that much?

But then again, those kids did sort of put Lola in a tight spot. Although they were kids — around four or five — and probably didn't know what they were doing, it was still an unpleasant situation to be in.

Little did he know, those twins? They knew exactly what they were doing.

"By the way, are you dropping by your father's home?" Silo asked, jogging a few steps to catch up to her. As he did, he reached out for the door of the van for her.

Lola paused and thought about it. "No, never mind them."

"Okay." Silo smiled and opened the door for her.

As the door slid open, its rollers made a loud noise, and both Silo and Lola froze in place. They held their breath, their eyes widening at the people inside.

There, seated inside, were the same twins she had left behind at the management office, waving at them with wide smiles.

"Hello, Mommy," Second, the boy, greeted.

Smiling just as sweetly was Chacha, waving at Lola and Silo. "Hello, Mommy."

"What—" Silo and Lola opened and closed their mouths, horrified by this.

Are these even children?! Or spirits?! How could they leave the management office? Or rather, how did they get in?! Were they being haunted?!

Lola turned to Silo accusingly, and he quickly defended himself.

"It's locked!" he intoned. "It's supposed to be locked!"

"If it is, how come…" Lola trailed off, gazing at the twins seated inside. "How—"

Second and Chacha giggled mischievously.

"Kids, did you sneak out?" Silo asked in disbelief. "And how did you get in? I mean, how did you even know where we parked?!"

"Second and Chacha didn't sneak out!" Chacha, the girl, raised her little forefinger. "We just called someone and they let us go!"

Second nodded solemnly. "And we remembered the car model and plate number!"

"That's right! And this van is not locked!" Chacha chimed in again, making Lola give Silo a dead look. "So, we waited for Mommy to come back!"

"We're good kids, Mommy! We behaved!" Second added. "You will love us!"

"…" Lola was speechless, darting her eyes between the two.

Silo, on the other hand, was slightly in awe. "Wow… they're… they're in perfect sync."

Did they practice this?

Lola pinched the bridge of her nose and peeked at the twins. She had already taken them to the management, and they had just let these kids go. But then again, when she first returned them, the people in the airport had announced missing kids.

No one came to claim them.

"Is this some kind of modus operandi?" she wondered, snapping Silo out of his daze.

"Oh!" Silo's mouth formed an o-shape as he looked at Lola and then at the twins. "I've never heard of such a thing, but it's probably a new strategy?"

Hearing this, the twins frowned, a bit disappointed by this. They thought that once they showed up, Lola would just welcome them with open arms. But now, they were being regarded as scammers.

"We're not like that," Second muttered with a frown.

Chacha, on the other hand, pressed her plump lips together. "Mommy, you can call our Father Sir if you don't believe us."

"…" Lola's breath hitched, catching how their mood plummeted so quickly.

The twins just looked at her with puppy eyes, and with their round faces and big eyes, it made her heart clench. Was she being too harsh on them?

A shallow breath slipped past her nostrils as her shoulders relaxed.

"Fine," she relented, making the twins' faces brighten up. "But first, I need your father's contact number, alright?"

"Lola—"

"It's fine, Silo," she cast him a side glance, nodding at him. Scam or not, Lola just needed to be a little cautious, and she would be fine.

Seeing the resolute look on her face, Silo shrugged and let her be. "Your call."

And with that, Lola flashed the kids a smile as she took out her phone. "Do you know your father's number?"

"Yes!" Second cheered. "Chacha!"

Just in time, Chacha was already pulling something out of her small backpack. She stretched her little arm, holding a crumpled, sticky note.

Lola smiled at the crumpled paper, but still took it. Once she unfolded the number, her brows rose a bit because the number was international. Hence, she tried contacting him through an app first.

And it rang.

Ring… ring…

Lola listened to the ring, and somehow, each ring made her feel a little nervous. She didn't know why, but if this was a scam, then…

She glanced at the twins, who were looking back at her with expectation.

I hope they're not part of a grand scheme.

Then, the line was suddenly picked up.

"Hello, uhm… I'm at the airport, and there are two kids here — Second and Chacha," Lola politely said. "They said this is their father's number. They're with me now since the management let them go."

Lola waited for an answer from the other end of the line, but it didn't come.

"Hello?" she called again, checking the screen to see if the call was still ongoing. She placed the phone to her ear again, about to speak, when finally, a voice came through.

"Ok." The voice was cold, low, and oddly calm — or if she was right, distant and uninterested.

Her brows rose. "Okay?"

"Mhm," he hummed. "Look after them for me. Busy."

Clack.

Lola froze even after hearing the call end. She stood there, staring at her phone in disbelief and shock, fighting in her mind over what would come first.

That was it?

That was all their father was going to say? Look after them because he was busy? There wasn't even a trace of panic in his voice or relief.

Lola scoffed, gazing at the phone.

"Lola, what is it?" Silo asked curiously, watching her glance at him.

She smacked her lips and gazed at the children. A part of her was frustrated with their neglectful father, but now, she sort of realized why these kids were just here all alone.

"Well," she sighed. "I guess they're going home with me."

"What!?"

DING!

Just as the words came out of her mouth, her phone pinged. Checking it, it was from the twins' father. The message?

[1,000,000 was sent to your e-wallet account!]

Then, another message came:

[Buy them dinner. Let me know if it's not enough.]

****

Meanwhile, in the grand office of a mansion, a man sat behind a desk, reading a well-prepared petition plan with the title:

Petition For a Mommy!

"Sir Atlas, they're still searching for the Young Master and Young Miss." Suddenly, a man in a suit approached the desk with a distressed tone. "But they booked different flights using your card. Our men are still checking which flight they boarded."

"Don't bother. I know where they are," said the twins' father, Atlas, tossing his phone to his assistant to show him the country code Lola used. He then raised the petition plan prepared by the twins.

"Book me a flight there in three days' time," Atlas added. "Those two made three typos in this proposal. If they want a mother, they need to redo this first."