Time passed.
I am now four years old.
Yes, four years of chaos, emotional damage, baby luxury, high-security nonsense, and walking in on things no toddler should ever see.
After the kidnapping, both of my fathers bought up all the land around my mother's estate. Their newly built mansions now sit on opposite ends of our gated paradise, with Aurora's house smack in the middle, like the centerpiece of a very expensive, very dysfunctional sandwich.
She still refuses to let either of them move in with her. Let alone both.
So now we live in a multi-millionaire commune, complete with:
Armed guards AI-controlled security systems Cameras, sensors, heat scanners GPS trackers in every single piece of our clothing, jewelry—even our shoes
Caelum installed most of it.
Dorian added security dogs.
The dogs have names. I'm scared of them and also want to ride one.
Me and Lily now speak three languages each. Our nannies are also our tutors. We both inherited our mother's IQ, though I may have gotten the sharper edge—I have eidetic memory, can do mental math like a calculator, and have the attitude of someone who's done three lifetimes already.
Lily's brilliant too. But sweet. Innocent. Kind.
I am a small, sarcastic bitch.
And that's on growth.
The Romantic Nonsense Returns
One morning, at breakfast, while we were sitting at our comically long dining table with fancy animal-shaped toast and pressed juice in crystal glasses, I noticed the glances again.
You know the ones.
Tension. Eyebrow raises. Too-long eye contact.
Yup. The romantic plotline had kicked back in.
My mother had—at this point—hooked up with both men on multiple occasions. And I know because, unfortunately, I have witnessed things no child should.
It started when I was two.
Dorian had just finished building his modern palace and gave my mother a private tour.
Lily was away visiting Caelum's side of the family. My nanny was attending a funeral. I spent the day with them.
They put me to bed early. But I woke up hungry and went to find a snack.
I got to the stairs, peeked down into the living room, and...
Yeah.
Aurora and Dorian were going at it on the couch.
I turned around and went back to bed, whispering,
"I need bleach for my eyes."
Months passed.
More glances. More suspicious behavior. Then one night, Dorian was out of town on a business trip. Lily and I were home with Mom. The nannies were away again. (Note to self: every time the nannies leave, hell breaks loose.)
I got up to get a snack. Passed by my mother's bedroom.
Door cracked open.
Caelum.
Aurora.
Her bed.
You get the idea.
That night I marched back to my room and submitted a formal request for:
A mini-fridge A snack bar A lock
My request was approved.
After that, I saw the signs everywhere. And worse—they knew. Both men.
One afternoon, I woke up early from a nap and wandered toward the reading room next to the nursery. I stopped near the small high window—it was cracked open.
I heard them.
Dorian and Caelum.
Bragging about sleeping with my mom. Competing. Comparing notes.
"She spent the night with me last week."
"She told me I make her feel like she's twenty again."
"She likes my hands."
"She likes my arms."
Ugh.
What in the reverse harem is this bullshit?
The Intervention
So today, I'm sitting at the breakfast table with my perfectly cut animal toast and my juice, watching these three idiots snark at each other again.
And I've had enough.
I put my toast down gently. Took a deep breath. And said:
"Just accept you're in a polygamous relationship and stop sneaking around."
The table went silent.
I turned to my mother.
"Either make a proper schedule, or have a threesome—I don't care. But please, for the love of all that is holy, stop fighting this early in the morning. I'm too young for coffee, and I cannot keep putting up with your unresolved sexual tension. "
Everyone froze.
You could hear the security drones blink.
Then Lily, my sweet, genius sister, broke the silence:
"What's a polygamous? And what's a... threesome?"
Oh.
No.
Aurora exploded.
"What kind of shows or books have you two been letting my daughter watch when I leave them with you?!"
Dorian and Caelum immediately raised their hands, swearing innocence.
I smiled. A perfectly timed evil smile.
Dorian glared at Caelum.
"You're always saying crude things around them! Remember when you said 'fuck' and she kept saying it for a week?!"
Lily, now very excited, screamed at the top of her lungs:
"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!"
I died inside.
My mother's face went pale. Dorian groaned. Caelum tried not to laugh.
"Hey," Caelum said, pointing at me. "She always sneaks around listening to me. She gave me the finger once!"
I stuck out my tongue and grinned.
Aurora snapped,
"Stop pointing at my cute daughter like she's a criminal!"
(Plot twist: I am a criminal. But only in spirit.)
Dorian tried to give a dad speech about inappropriate language, but Lily just kept screaming "FUCK!" louder.
So I picked up my toast, took a bite, and smirked.
At least one of us was enjoying breakfast.