Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Andre sat on the sofa, massaging his temples and pinching the bridge of his nose. "Who told you to sneak off and check that hitman's identity without telling me?"

Mia blinked, thinking about her agreement with Ms. Aimee. "It was Ms. Aimee."noveldrama

Over at the Hernandez Estate, Patrick came home fuming. "Aimee, who said you could go down to the basement to meet the hitman?"

Aimee was unfazed. "It was Mrs. Cedillo."

Both women, faced with their husbands' grilling, chimed in together, "Well, if you're so brave, why don't you call Ms. Aimee or Mrs. Cedillo and check?"

The men were at a loss for words, knowing their recent alliance was too fresh, and since each other's wives were such treasures, there was no way they'd actually call to ask.

Andre took a deep breath to steady himself. "All the loneliness and monotony I endured in my earlier years-turns out, it was just the calm before the storm you've brought into my life."

Mia sat next to him and nudged him playfully. "Honey, don't forget to take credit on my behalf."

Andre's temper flared up again. "Mia, let me be crystal clear. I was upset yesterday because that guy had a gun and a knife, and you still jumped in to help."

Mia pouted, undeterred. "But I couldn't just stand by. If I hadn't acted, Ms. Aimee's brother-in-law might not be here. He just became a dad to a little girl. What would happen to his family if something went wrong? And honey, if you were ever in danger-though you won't be, knock on wood-I'd risk it all to keep you safe forever."

Andre rubbed his temples; he really needed to see a doctor. His love for his little wife was so deep and protective, he wanted her always safe, right by his side.

"There's one more thing I want to check, love," Mia said, turning into a sweet kitten, her hand lightly tracing over his chest.

Andre gritted his teeth. "Go on."

"Greg's into some shady stuff. By 'shady,' do you mean the Dark Web?"

Andre looked at her sharply, and Mia nodded. "Thought so."

She knew him so well now; one look, and she could read his thoughts.

Andre sighed, "Stop stroking my chest, it just makes it worse."

Mia pouted again. "Honey, I love you."

Here we go again...

"I love you too."

Later that evening, Mia called Anya. "Anya, is that no-good scoundrel, Chad, with you?"

Anya glanced across at the boy. "Chad, Auntie's looking for you."

Leo asked calmly, "What's she calling me now?"

Anya quickly replied, "A no-good scoundrel." Her voice had a hint of amusement.

Leo sighed. "Power off."

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With the speakerphone on, Leo heard it all.

"Got it," he said, turning his phone back on, then sent Mia the video he had prepped.

Finally, he asked, "Hey, if Mia wants

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side are you on?"

Anya grinned. "I'll be holding the baby."