I Want A Meal Made By You.

Michelle walked into the house with a smug smile on her face. As expected, Malcolm wasn’t home yet. Bryan was having lunch at the dining table with the old hag of a cook, coaxing him at intervals to eat more. As she walked by, she and the little guy exchanged glares. She no longer glared. She was now the official Mistress of the Knight empire like she wanted, all thanks to Malcolm. She now had all the power in the world and there was no one who dared go against her. Malcolm loved her beyond imagination now and was willing to do anything for her. Perhaps, that was why she found it so easy to lie about her first pregnancy. After sleeping around for a while, she didn’t get pregnant as she had expected and so she arranged for a car to hit her and then feigned miscarriage. Luckily, she had managed to push herself to another hospital before Malcolm arrived with Doctor. Alfred else the big mouth would have exposed her on the spot. Now, she was willing to try again. She wanted t