Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

"Chad, why can Timmy watch, but I can't?" Anya protested, her usual obedience slipping through the cracks. Leo, stern as ever, replied, "Henry's mom handles him, and I handle you. If I say no, then it's a no." Anya, pouting in frustration, continued to sneak peeks.

Holding the phone he'd just confiscated, Leo thought for a moment. "I'm heading upstairs, Anya. Be good."

As Leo disappeared up the stairs, the normally compliant Anya decided today was not a day for following rules.

She slipped out to the backyard to see what Aunt Grace was up to.

"Keep spinning him, keep going, just like that. Make him feel like the world is spinning."

Wesley, hanging upside down and tightly bound, was flanked by bodyguards who spun him around, inducing a nauseating mix of vertigo and physical discomfort. The pain on his skin was tolerable, but the internal unease was unbearable, activating every nerve in his body.

The turmoil in his stomach, the dizziness, and the tight bonds around his ankles made him vomit uncontrollably, his own face becoming the landing spot for the vile mixture, causing immediate disgust among those nearby.

Humiliated, Wesley cursed, "Fuck! Molly, you won't get away with this."

"Oh look, he can curse, and in English no less. Bring a bucket of water."

Soon, the Gordon family's darling girl arrived with a bucket of water. "Auntie, here you go!"

Though the sun was warm, the water was icy cold. Molly scooped up a ladleful and splashed it on Wesley's face. "A little act of kindness from me to you."

Another ladleful followed.

Mia found it somewhat cruel, yet their curious baby boy watched intently.

She covered her son's eyes, "Sweetie, let's not watch your aunt."

"Mmm!"

you

displeased, began to pout

"Time for bed, love."

the crying

Or jump straight into your relationship with Tom? Or, maybe you'd like a taste of my

regret it if you end up in my hands," Wesley

my Chad. With your pathetic state, if Chad were here, you'd be done for. Butler, is the chili powder ready?" Soon, the butler arrived with a pan of

her "kind" smile, "Don't worry, this'll

the "merciful" Jade sprinkled the chili powder on

covering his nose, looked at his daughter, baffled. Was this really his

powder settling around her, covered her

the scene, sneezed as well, "It'll pass. He's the one who should

Wesley, who, if his rage could ignite, would've burned the

by the bodyguards, was a testament to the family's ruthless streak. "The boss's wife, as fierce as the boss. The boss's sister, ruthless like the boss." "How's the taste?" Molly asked, pinching her

Leo accelerated his hacking efforts, glancing at the progress before

had disobeyed and

shouted through the window, "Anya, not following the

startled, locked eyes with Chad from three stories up, realizing she'd been caught. Sheepishly, she edged closer to Mia, "Auntie, Chad told me

looking up at Leo, shouted back defiantly, "Come down here if you've

more lively

interactions, usually mundane, were livened with a bit of mischief. The strict etiquettes observed were relaxed at home, where it was all about roughhousing and playful commands, only to be polite and well-mannered in the presence of outsiders. As the computer pinged with new information, Leo closed the window, focused on the screen, and muttered, "Wesley,

have any

inventive Jade was

obedient Anya piped up, "We do!" And she knew exactly

about to burst, harbored deep resentment

family's antics, wondered if her tolerance for chaos had diminished with age or if her family's younger generation was simply too

leading the way, Molly and her crew