"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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"Queen... Or should I say, Mrs. Wyatt," a taunting voice snapped Hermione from her thoughts. Her blue eyes settled on a young brunette woman in a tight, gold, sparkly gown, her makeup moderate and far from the overly caked look of others. Hermione held her calm posture, unlike the woman who flaunted a bratty air as she blew on her nails and lifted her head.
"Either one that helps you get to sleep," Hermione replied, raising an eyebrow before turning her gaze back to Ethan, who was enjoying a chocolate muffin Sofia had bought him. Sofia sat beside him, keeping the boy distracted from the conversation.
"You know, it isn't very ladylike to show such an attitude, especially to me as a guest at your reception," the brunette added with a smirk. Hermione smirked back, feeling no need to reply. Unintentionally, her mind chanted one name—Nedvar.
"Anyway, my name is Milana. Or just Ana."
Did I ask her? Oh God...
Am I the only bride who doesn't want to attend her own reception?
Sienna and Sera, seeing Hermione with Milana, excused themselves and marched over."Sofia, darling, why don't you take Eth and sit with Mama and Pops," Sienna, Nedvar's younger sister, said softly. Sofia and Ethan moved toward Nedvar's parents.
"Ana, find someone else to entertain yourself with. And next time, remember to show respect when speaking to the Queen of the Italian-French Mafia," snapped Sera, Nedvar's sister-in-law. Milana merely smirked, her expression challenging.
"Does Amber know that Nedvar got married? A love marriage, at that?" Milana spoke sharply, her eyes scanning Hermione.
"It was nice meeting you, Mrs. Wyatt," Milana said, extending her hand. Hermione, however, ignored her and walked toward Ethan's table. "Can't say the same," she replied coolly, making Milana huff in anger. "Just because you carry the Wyatt surname doesn't mean you can hide your bitchiness."
"Watch your language, Milana, or I'll have you escorted out—respectfully, of course," Sienna's firm voice silenced the nearby crowd. Milana smirked, clearly pleased by the commotion she'd caused. In seconds, Nedvar was at Hermione's side.
"Wyatt is an addition to my name. I've ruled my empire as a queen all my life, and it was your king who came searching for his queen," Hermione replied calmly, staring Milana down. "As a woman, you should have the courtesy to respect others if you expect to be treated with any."
