"On your knees now"
Nedvar spoke with a harsh tone, a tone he never uses it with Hermione.
Hermione stood there shocked, not believing any word he just spoke. She stood there contemplating her thoughts and his order.
He was always requesting and h...
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“You jumped directly to the Devil…”
“The king and the queen hmmm~”
Two voices cut through the air just as Nedvar finished recounting his love story—a love story that was very much one-sided, as he had pointed out. Nedvar groaned in annoyance, instantly recognizing the owners of those voices without needing to turn around.
"Dan, Sien, weren’t you both supposed to arrive tomorrow?" Sera asked, her gaze shifting toward the twins who had just strolled into the room.
Santa Dante Wyatt, or Dan for short, and Sienna Delilah Wyatt, known as Sien, were the youngest non-identical twin, siblings of Aldo and Nedvar, though they were fraternal twins. Wherever chaos lurked, it wasn’t hard to guess the twins were behind it.
Dan, a renowned hacker, and Sien, an infamous torturer and elite assassin in the mafia, each had their unique talents, but they both shared a knack for stirring trouble.
"We couldn't miss the legendary one-sided love saga of the ruthless king," Dan replied with a sly grin, earning a death glare from Nedvar.
“Ma, tell him to stop before I break his bones,” Nedvar growled, his patience already wearing thin.
“Oh, calm down, Ned. Do you want your wife to see that ugly angry face and slap you?” Sien teased, clearly enjoying the opportunity to rile him up further.
“Get lost!” Nedvar snapped, but the twins just laughed in response.
Dan casually grabbed a slice of black forest cake and started eating like he hadn’t seen food in days.
Aldo, watching the scene unfold, cut in, “What happened with the mission?” Everyone’s attention turned to Dan, whose answer was muffled by his cake-filled mouth.
“Dtaht... Vtha good... Ahghgg!” Dan’s incoherent words were cut off by a yelp as Arne, their mother, smacked the back of his head.
“Manners, Santa Dante Wyatt! How many times do I have to tell you not to talk with your mouth full?” she scolded him, her tone sharp.
“I’m not a kid, Mama,” Dan mumbled in protest, only to receive a punch to the arm.
“You don’t speak to your mother like that, little boy,” Arne snapped, her voice enough to make all her children sit a little straighter. Despite being grown adults, none of them dared to cross their mother when she was angry.
