Children of Ambition (Children of Vice 2)

He nodded. “The world might hate you for your choices, people will expect you to feel things, but don’t cater to them. Cater to yourself and what you believe is right. Make your heart strong enough so that it can withstand everyone hating you even when you love them… I see it, Dona… Your heart is getting stronger day by day.”

“But Nana says not to be too strong or I won’t get married?” I frowned, and he frowned too, flicking my forehead. “Ouch! DAD!”

“Who said I’d let you get married?” he yelled at me.

“You can’t stop me!” I stuck my tongue out at him and tried to make a run for it, but he grabbed me, tossing me over his shoulder.

“Your mother’s right; looks like you’ve gotten spoiled!”

“Daddy!” I laughed as he spun me around as fast as he could.

“Say no boys until you’re forty!” he yelled at me.

“DAD!”

“Fifty!”

“MOMMY, HELP!”

“Ugh!” I heard him yell, dropping me back on my feet. The world spun and I fell on my butt.

Looking up, I brushed felt her brush my hair from face. The corner of her mouth turned up into a smile. “You couldn’t take him on your own?”

“That’s your job,” I muttered.

She laughed and nodded, “You’re right, it is my job. When you want to get married, I’ll hold him down and you make run for it, okay.”

“Can we drop this whole marriage talk?” Daddy grumbled, rubbing his side.

“Who’s getting married?” Wyatt asked, coming inside with a bowl of ice-cream in his hand.

“No one!” Dad yelled at him. “And how many times have I told you to stop walking around while eating!”

“I want some! Share!” I got up, rushing to him.

“Get your own, Dona!” he frowned, lifting his ice-cream and pulling away. But Ethan, because he was taller, took the bowl out of his hands and gave it to me. “Hey!”

“You should have brought her some too,” Ethan said to Wyatt.

“Yeah! Thank you, Ethan. You’re the best brother ever,” I grinned, taking a big bite as Wyatt glared at me.

“I hope you get fat,” he said to me.

“I hope you starve,” I said back.

“Guys.” Ethan pinched us both.

“Ouch!” We yelled, but he just nodded to something behind us.

When we turned, Mommy and Daddy were watching us.

“Are you all fighting with each other?” my mother asked us.

“No,” Wyatt and I said quickly, and I handed back the ice-cream.

“They look like they are to me.” Daddy put his hand on Mommy’s shoulder. “What should we do with the three of them?”

“Three?” Ethan gasped. “It was just them.”