The Black Swan's Final Revenge Pirouette: The 99th Game Was Mine All Along by Kylie Homme

Chapter 200

Chapter 200

Laura’s P.O.V.

Coming back to my messed up Villa was something that I hadn’t expected after a tiring day. Bright left no stone unturned to spoil my little angels. He bought a wheelchair for himself and participated in every activity, moving freely, although I had begged him to stay in bed and take rest.

But no!

He disregarded my words and became a child with Jane and Zoe. I returned to meet three kids in my living room.

“Mommy is home!”

A chorus of excited voices greeted me, I was aghast to witness a full–fledged party there. Scattered toys, charts, colorful ribbons, crinkle papers, and paints, there wasn’t enough space for a person to stand properly without stepping on junk.

My kids were with Bright, standing on the sofa behind his wheelchair. My heart thumped as they hopped on it gleefully.

“We were waiting for you, mommy. Let’s play!”

The drawings on papers and charts were acceptable, but cute kitties painted on Bright’s face struck me speechless, I was at a loss of words. My kids‘ proficiency in painting didn’t spare my beloved fiancé, using him as a live model, they had practiced on him frankly.

I was happy as this was a glimpse of Bright’s love for Jane and Zoe; however, it was until my gaze travelled from his face to his injured leg. The colorful pattern on his cast ran me out of patience. That sky–blue cast was pink and yellow with a playground of kids drawn on it instead of flowers.

good mommy’s attitude for the day: Firstly, I gave my purse to Mrs. Doris and glanced at my expectant family, utterly

over, Jane. Now, come down

of my tone vanished adorable smiles from my kids‘ faces, aching my chest. I had to suppress the tornado of my love to discipline them. It wasn’t my intention

magic and my kids abandoned the fun hopping, standing on the floor safely. I was

and go to the ice hockey practice today,

face lost all its colors, becoming chalk–white, his round eyes were full of

We didn’t go for

paint stains on their skin. I swallowed the unpleasant feelings and made my way into this mess, intending to wipe their hands as the paint could be a headache to wash sometimes. However, my caring

long arm in front of my

Let them be. Why will you hit

Holy cow!

Hitting my kids?

would ever think about this torment, grounding them for one or two hours was

am not that type of terrible mom” And crouched down to

bad to slack off and miss the training, Zoe and

never take an off before qualifying for the national team

sent them to their rooms, ordering the servants to clean the living room Bright’s face

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