Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Mia made a beeline for the home gym, tossing a quick order over her shoulder: "Unless Henry's up to no good again and needs a lesson, don't bother me not even if the world's ending!"

Later that morning, Naomi strolled into the gym. "Mia, if you want to work out, come do yoga with me. The way you're going, you'll end up with muscle legs."

Sitting on the mat, Mia squeezed her own calf. "Naomi, I can't. I need to get strong."

"Strong for what?"

"To fight."

Naomi just stared at her, lost for words.

That afternoon, Andre walked in from work, heading straight for the living room. "Dad, you feeling any better?"

"All good, no worries," his dad replied. "Would be even better if your son wasn't always stirring up trouble."

Andre glanced at his own son. "So, where's your sister?"

Henry shook his head, "Not a clue~"

As Naomi passed by, she called out, "Mia's in the gym, talking about getting stronger so she can fight. You might want to check if someone's messing with her again."

Andre went quiet. The Silent Ring was about to open up its fight night, wasn't it?

the gym and found Mia, all skinny arms and legs, struggling to lift a barbell-she tried

barbell easily with one hand,

grinned, holding out her hand like a little kid. "Help me up, I can't

her feet. "What

out," she

gave her a look.

pouted, eyes wide. "Oh, you know

stuffed in his pockets like a man in

listening"

days ago you'd try

I'd stop. Not the same thing-"

Andre just sighed, hand over his chest like she'd given him heartburn. "If you

much? Maybe I'll

if coaxing a

puffed out,

at once. "Why not? Because I'm a woman? Wives are supposed to sip

Women can't participate. Besides, how are you

him, stubborn and adorable. "Why not both? Boxing doesn't stop me from

loss. "I'm

replied, her voice sweet but

gently but firmly. "Alright, come