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.

grinning ear to ear, showed off the bent pen tip, proud of his

eyes lit up at the

cool, said, "Find me a boarding school that takes

did Henry do

"Just find it."

"On it."

Noah's phone rang again. Picking up, he heard, "Hello,

clung to his dad's neck for comfort after getting scolded. Andre was on the edge, "Henry, that's the intercom, not a toy. You

as soon as he hung up, his

misadventures, wisely hung up and got to work on the info the boss

in the group

to get a hold of

Andre, you ever

end of

story, cheer up Conner, and give

here, spill the beans! We promise not to

maybe his wife took off

chimed in: His wife's been laying low lately. Andre's got a new headache on