Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Molly pursed her lips as she accepted Chad's room key.

At the Byrne household, Vivian, despite being part of the family, never felt truly welcomed. At the dinner table, she remained silent, hardly uttering a word. Kendrick couldn't fathom why his wife insisted on keeping Vivian around.

With a cold snort, Coleen spoke up, "Do you really think I'm blind to her scheming? She's bold enough to set herself on fire just to frame my daughter. I can't let such a malicious woman roam free before the case is solved. If I don't keep her under my watchful eye, who knows what she might do next to harm my girl."

After the incident, Coleen immediately weighed her options. As much as she loathed the sight of Vivian, sending her away wouldn't solve anything. The Byrnes were experts at not taking no for an answer. If you tried to cut ties, they would pester you relentlessly. And Vivian, her cunning was far superior to Juliana's. You keep dangerous dogs tied up where you can see them.

Ruling out spontaneous combustion, and considering it was deliberate arson, the room had housed only her and her daughter. Coleen knew her daughter Molly better than anyone after raising her for over a decade. It simply had to be Vivian who started the fire! Coleen understood the police needed evidence. She couldn't just tell them "Vivian did it to frame my daughter," because without proof, her words would be dismissed, and Vivian could even twist the story against her. Didn't Chad also believe his sister was innocent? He hadn't said a word; instead, he was investigating.

A person who would harm themselves to set a trap was someone to fear. Coleen wasn't afraid for herself; she feared what Vivian could do to her daughter if not kept in sight. "Why would she target our girl?" Kendrick was perplexed.

Through the mirror, dabbing on hand cream, Coleen glanced at her husband sprawled on the bed and thoughtfully replied, "Don't worry, her actions will reveal her motives."

...

Molly had been at the Cedillo residence for less than a day when Chad returned from work to find a lump beneath his bedsheets and two books sprawled open on the nightstand, covered in notes.

Approaching the bed, Chad gently shook the sleeping Molly awake. "Hey, you've been out for a while. It's already dark outside," he said softly.

"Mm, you're back?" Molly murmured, her voice sleepy and sweet as she lay tangled in the sheets, unaware of the time. Chad's heart swelled at the sound of her voice.

to her. Propping himself up

her bleary eyes, replied, "Henry, the little rascal at home, he's too distracting. Can't study a thing with him around. I get the urge to cuddle and kiss him every

You study here, and once you're done, I'll

Molly announced

at her radiant face

the little troublemaker Henry was

sending your aunt packing?" Mia teased, nuzzling her

"Goo-gah," he gurgled back.

You've got quite the influence," Mia chuckled, tapping

delight, responding

they couldn't understand a word. But, as a new mother, she discovered it was an instinct-babbling to a baby was

a habit ingrained by his wife's gentle

"Where's Molly, Leo, and Anya? Why's the house

cradling their son, answered, "Your son's cuteness drove them

but Anya couldn't resist the little one and kept returning to dote on

with a bright smile, kicking

it on the bedside table, then approached to admire his son, with his chubby cheeks and milky

felt his son's warm, soft