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

lit up at the

cool, said, "Find me a boarding school that

did Henry do

"Just find it."

"On it."

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

to his dad's neck for comfort after getting scolded. Andre was on the edge, "Henry, that's the intercom, not a toy. You think you can just hit it

as soon as he hung up, his

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

in the group chat,

get a hold

Andre, you ever been

receiving end of

Conner, and give

We're all brothers here, spill the beans!

maybe his wife took

with his black eye, chimed in: His wife's been laying low lately.