Too Curvy for the Kingpin — The Caviar Incident

In this house, they eat what they're given. And since you're their mother now, you can teach them some I didn't say another word. I stood up, walked over to her end of the table, and picked up the silver platter of What are you doing?

Black caviar smeared down her $5,000 silk shirt. Let's get one thing straight. If my kids eat trash, you eat worse. And if they go hungry, your precious boy won't have a happy day either.

Try it again, and you'll be begging Magnus to save you. Clear all of this away and make breakfast again. The children eat first. No one else touches the food until they're full.

Didn't you hear me? Twenty minutes later, fresh plates hit the table. Eggs, toast, fruit, juice, placed right in front of Lucas and Lily first. Lucas didn't touch a bite of his own food.

He pushed the best pieces toward Lily, keeping his eyes locked hard on court the entire time like a starving, protective wolf