"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!"

get you

displeased, began to

"Time for bed, love."

the

your relationship with Tom? Or, maybe you'd like a taste

my hands," Wesley warned, glaring at the striking

be done for. Butler, is the chili powder ready?" Soon, the butler arrived with a pan of

"kind" smile, "Don't worry, this'll be painless...I'm

sprinkled the chili powder

his nose, looked at his daughter, baffled. Was this really his child?

uncontrollably from the chili powder settling around her, covered her

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

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

torture, witnessed even 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 nose, looking at Wesley who couldn't

the progress before peering out the window at the

disobeyed

shouted through the window, "Anya, not

startled, locked eyes with Chad from three stories up, realizing she'd been caught. Sheepishly, she edged closer

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

was more lively than any

and playful commands, only to be polite and well-mannered in the presence of outsiders. As the

we have

Jade was up to something

piped up,

if his lungs were about to burst, harbored deep resentment towards the Cedillo family

for chaos had diminished with age or if her family's younger generation was

Anya leading the way, Molly and her

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