Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Conner was sporting a black eye, looking absolutely bewildered at Annie. "You're a cop, how can you just go and hit your guy like that? If we tie the knot, am I ever gonna see a good day again?"

Annie took a deep breath, "Maybe if you had a bit of decency, you might."

Watching this whole drama unfold, Asher plopped down in a chair and quickly fired up the group chat with his brothers. "Breaking news: The thirteenth-gen head of the Nettleton family in Newtown just got a whooping from his fiancée, Annie Summers. And yep, it's the face that got the hit."

Mars was the first to jump in: ??? Domestic abuse?

Teddy piped up with a technicality: He's not married yet, doesn't count as domestic abuse.

Mars: Poor Conner can't even score a domestic abuse label.

Taking a second to reply, Conner shot back in the group chat: We're about to get hitched, so yeah, this is domestic abuse. How's it not?

Meanwhile, Andre was skimming through the group messages when he got sidetracked for just a moment. That's when his son Henry took the opportunity to snag Dad's fancy fountain pen and drew a deep scratch on the desk.

As a result, the pricey pen was toast.

And the multi-million dollar desk? Now it had a permanent mark.

sigh, looked over at his little office "renovator." Henry, grinning ear to ear, showed off the bent pen tip, proud of his handiwork. With a growing

curious little eyes lit up at the

his cool, said, "Find me a boarding school

did Henry

"Just find it."

"On it."

rang again. Picking up,

dad's neck for comfort after getting scolded. Andre was on the edge, "Henry, that's

he hung up, his son pounced again,

figuring it was another one of Henry's little misadventures, wisely hung

the group

to get

asked: Andre, you ever been

receiving end of

cheer up Conner, and give us a laugh.

spill the

MIA forever, maybe his

been laying low