Lilly’s POV
Anger ripples through me as Layla lets out a low, menacing growl.
You can mess with me all you want—but f**k with my kids? HELL. f*****g. NO.
“It’s fine, Mum. I promise,” Caden says, trying to calm me.
“It will never be fine!” I snap, my hands shaking. “Leave her to me—I’ll teach her a damn lesson!”
“Go get breakfast. Have Evelyn bring some upstairs, but don’t tell her about your dad until she gets here,” I say. He nods and heads out, clearly relieved to escape the tension.
“I’m going to kill her,” I mutter to Drake, clenching my fists.
“Matt, get upstairs,” I link sharply. “We need to discuss your d**k of a wife.”
“On the way,” he replies immediately.
“She’s going to the dungeon for this,” I growl. Drake sighs, sitting on the end of the bed and tugging me onto his lap
