Chapter 158 Table Humiliation

• The breakfast had devolved into a masterclass in silent warfare. Vespera, the "friend" from the second household, sat between the two most powerful men in the ten households, their faces masks of forced composure. Sophie, completely oblivious, chattered happily about her day's plans.
• The tension was so thick it could be cut with a butter knife. Fenrir and Adonis were sweating, the heat in the room having nothing to do with the weather and everything to do with the fear of Vespera’s next move. Their eyes kept darting to the corner, waiting for a silent signal from the woman who owned their bodies and souls.
• Vespera sipped her tea, her dark eyes sparkling with a cruel amusement. She knew exactly what she was doing. She was testing the limits of their control, seeing how far she could push them before their perfect world finally shattered in front of their and sister wife.