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57. THE COUPLE WITH THEIR NEICE

Author: AUTHOR_NEON
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-07-25 20:11:26

LUCIAN THRONE'S POV

The mansion was chaos.

But the good kind.

There was wrapping paper everywhere — silky, glittery, completely over-the-top — and at least three shopping bags from Dolce, Dior, and something Aria couldn’t pronounce, but still squealed over when I handed them to her daughter.

“Okay, last one,” I said, holding out a tiny pair of sparkly white boots that looked like they belonged on a fashionable snow princess.

“Caelen, you said that five gifts ago,” Aria said from the couch, laughing as she tried to untangle her daughter from layers of tulle.

“She’s my niece. She deserves an entire winter collection.” I pouted. “Besides, I only get to spoil her once in a while. And it’s not even spoiling if it’s... balanced.”

Lucian walked in just in time to catch that line. He raised a brow. “Define ‘balanced’. You bought her a miniature tiara with real diamonds.”

“She’s royalty in my heart,” I said dramatically, lifting the tiara and placing it on the giggling toddler’s head. She was
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  • MY BROTHER-IN-LAW IS OBSESSED WITH ME   132. THE ANNIVERSARY

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