"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

"Time for bed, love."

so, the crying

introduction? Or jump straight into your relationship

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

with 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 freshly fried, nose-tingling

was brought over, Molly revealed her "kind" smile, "Don't worry, this'll be

Jade sprinkled the

baffled. Was this really his

around her, covered her nose, "Auntie,

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

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

fierce as the boss. The boss's sister, ruthless like the boss." "How's the taste?" Molly asked, pinching her

the progress before peering out

had disobeyed and

through the window,

Chad from three stories up, realizing she'd been caught. Sheepishly, she

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

Cedillo family's spectacle was more lively than

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, tied to

have

and inventive Jade was up to something

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

lungs were about to burst, harbored deep

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

and her crew went to

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