"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...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Greetings sweet people.... How are you?
This chapter is dedicated to shazameena (my honeybunch 🍯)
Please ignore the typo mistakes
Enjoy!! _______________________________________
The private jet touched down at Milan International Airport, and Hermione and Nedvar's parents were the first to step off, followed by Aurora, Vittoria, and Rocco. Aldo carried a sleeping Sera, wrapped in his warm coat. Sienna descended quickly, making her way to her black Lamborghini and speeding toward the exit. Nedvar followed, carrying Ethan, who was sound asleep with his head nestled against his father's shoulder. Hermione trailed behind, holding Ethan's baby bag. Dante stayed behind to finalize security and handle any remaining tasks that had been delayed due to the wedding.
With everyone else having taken separate cars to head home for a night's rest, Hermione had no choice but to travel with Nedvar. The car ride to the mansion was quiet, filled only with the soft sounds of Ethan's baby snores as he slept on his father's chest. Nedvar held Ethan with his left arm while he checked emails and sent messages to his gang. Hermione leaned back in her seat, eyes closed, feeling the familiar discomfort that followed travel and parties—an internal sickness that would linger for days.
When the car came to a stop, Hermione opened her eyes, feeling the weight of exhaustion. Nedvar stepped out first, opening her door and extending his hand, but she ignored it and climbed out on her own, making him sigh. She still held Ethan's baby bag, though her loose grip caused it to slip into the hands of the lead nanny who approached her as they entered the house.
Inside, four nannies stood lined up, gazes lowered respectfully. As Nedvar carried Ethan upstairs, Hermione and the nanny followed. The familiar sight of Ethan's bedroom reminded her of her previous visits. Nedvar gently laid Ethan on his bed, and Hermione pulled the blanket over him, her fingers lingering in a small act of care. She leaned down, placing a soft kiss on Ethan's forehead, an unguarded moment that filled Nedvar's heart with warmth and love.
As she straightened up, Hermione smoothed her floral dress, catching Nedvar's smile—a smile that made him look even more handsome than usual. A familiar flutter rose in her stomach, and she quickly averted her gaze, unwilling to let that feeling grow any stronger. Her eyes landed on a scene that made her bristle: the four nannies standing nearby, too close for comfort. Though she felt irritated, Hermione chose to stay silent and ignored them.
Nedvar moved toward her, closing the distance between them, heightening her nerves. She worried he might sense her racing heartbeat or the warmth flooding her cheeks. Clenching her fists to steady herself, she felt the bite of her nails pressing into her palms.
