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?

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

picked up the barbell easily with one

grinned, holding out her hand like a little kid. "Help me up, I

pulled her to her feet.

out," she said,

a look.

"Oh, you know why- Don't make

hands stuffed in his pockets like a man in charge. “Nope.

listening"

a few days ago you'd

less. Never said I'd stop. Not the same thing-" Mia shot back, quick

into a corner, and Andre just sighed, hand over his chest like she'd given him heartburn. "If you go, you're getting a

"How much? Maybe I'll just

softening as if coaxing a kitten. "The Silent Ring isn't

puffed

Wives are supposed to sip tea,

can't participate. Besides, how

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

"I'm your husband. I don't

approval," Mia replied, her voice sweet but the words pure

come