Sweet Mischief's Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 631

"Chad, why can Timmy watch, but I can't?" Anya protested, her usual obedience slipping through the cracks.

Leo, stern as ever, replied, "Henry's mom handles him, and I handle you. If I say no, then it's a no."

Anya, pouting in frustration, continued to sneak peeks.

Holding the phone he'd just confiscated, Leo thought for a moment. "I'm heading upstairs, Anya. Be good."

As Leo disappeared up the stairs, the normally compliant Anya decided today was not a day for following rules.

She slipped out to the backyard to see what Aunt Grace was up to.

"Keep spinning him, keep going, just like that. Make him feel like the world is spinning."

Wesley, hanging upside down and tightly bound, was flanked by bodyguards who spun him around, inducing a nauseating mix of vertigo and physical discomfort. The pain on his skin was tolerable, but the internal unease was unbearable, activating every nerve in his body.

The turmoil in his stomach, the dizziness, and the tight bonds around his ankles made him vomit uncontrollably, his own face becoming the landing spot for the vile mixture, causing immediate disgust among those nearby.

Humiliated, Wesley cursed, "Fuck! Molly, you won’t get away with this."

"Oh look, he can curse, and in English no less. Bring a bucket of water."

Soon, the Gordon family's darling girl arrived with a bucket of water. "Auntie, here you go!"

Though the sun was warm, the water was icy cold. Molly scooped up a ladleful and splashed it on Wesley's face. "A little act of kindness from me to you."

Another ladleful followed.

Mia found it somewhat cruel, yet their curious baby boy watched intently.

She covered her son's eyes, "Sweetie, let's not watch your aunt."

"Mmm!"

"Let's get you to bed."

The little one, displeased, began to pout and tear up.

"Time for bed, love."

And so, the crying began.

"Should we start with an introduction? Or jump straight into your relationship with Tom? Or, maybe you'd like a taste of my latest trick?"

"Molly, you'll regret it if you end up in my hands," Wesley warned, glaring at the striking girl upside down.

Jade was fearless, "Who'd end up in your hands? I'm already with my Chad. With your pathetic state, if Chad were here, you'd be done for. Butler, is the chili powder ready?"

Soon, the butler arrived with a pan of freshly fried, nose-tingling chili powder, causing anyone who smelled it to cough.

After it was brought over, Molly revealed her "kind" smile, "Don't worry, this'll be painless...I'm quite merciful."

Then, the "merciful" Jade sprinkled the chili powder on the upside-down Wesley.

Hansen, covering his nose, looked at his daughter, baffled. Was this really his child? His darling daughter?

Anya, sneezing uncontrollably from the chili powder settling around her, covered her nose, "Auntie, how are you holding up?"

Mia, cuddling her son away from the scene, sneezed as well, "It'll pass. He's the one who should be uncomfortable."

Everyone's attention turned to Wesley, who, if his rage could ignite, would've burned the Cedillo estate to the ground.

Molly's torture, witnessed even by the bodyguards, was a testament to the family's ruthless streak. "The boss's wife, as fierce as the boss. The boss's sister, ruthless like the boss."