"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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“Stop near a convenience store.” Hermione’s cold voice made the two men sitting in the front nod. Sam turned a little and saw her with a frown on his face. Hermione glanced at him and then turned her head back to face the window. Marco, the driver, slowed the car and brought it to a halt near a big convenience store. Hermione opened the door, but before she could step out, Sam interrupted her.
“What do you want? Tell me, and I'll get it for you. You sit here,” said Sam.
Hermione shook her head and got out. Sam followed her in a quick move. “I’ll get it by myself. Do you want anything, Marco?” she asked, turning slightly towards the front window. Marco smiled and shook his head.
“Thank you for asking, but I’m fine, Queen,” he replied softly.
Hermione turned to Sam, who had changed his expression from surprise to cold before she could notice.
“You?” she questioned Sam, but he just shook his head.
Hermione walked inside the store, and Sam followed her. She went to the drinks section and took three medium-sized bottles of mango juice. On her way to the checkout, she grabbed a big bar of white chocolate. After paying for the items, she walked back out and handed Sam two bottles, then sat in the back seat of the car. Sam gave one bottle to Marco, who thanked her, and Hermione hummed in response, busy sipping her drink.
Soon, they reached her penthouse. Sam and Hermione stood in the elevator, riding up to the 11th floor. Hermione was busy eating her chocolate while Sam stood two steps ahead of her.
The elevator dinged, and both entered the penthouse only to be greeted by a strict female voice, who was instructing the maids.
“Mama!” Hermione squealed loudly as she rushed forward, the maids walked away.
A woman with the same chocolate-brown hair turned around to see Hermione hurrying towards her. The woman greeted Hermione with a warm smile as they hugged tightly. Sam followed behind and observed the two women, who seemed in no hurry to break their embrace.
As they finally pulled apart, Sam noticed the similarities between Hermione and her mother. Hermione had inherited her mother’s hair and skin tone. Though her mother was in her mid-40s, she looked much younger. Together, they could easily be mistaken for sisters.
“Mi sei mancata tanto, mamma” (I missed you so much, mama), said Hermione, kissing her mother’s cheeks.
“Anche tu mi sei mancata, tesoro” (I missed you too, honey), her mother replied, kissing Hermione’s forehead and lightly flicking her nose with her finger. Hermione pouted slightly, and Sam's eyes widened at the sight of the Devil Queen acting cute.
