Ch. 141..145: Divorced My Scum Husband, Married His Evil brother Chapter 141-145

Chapter 141

'This will be such a fond yet forbidden memory that I will never forget for the rest of my life, my cute little— uh… my big Vernon,' Chloe thought.

Vernon stayed silent, but his hawk gaze lingered on his beloved woman, waiting for her to say something because she kept staring at him with such a meaningful gaze.

"Vernon, I know that you won't remember the detail of this night once you become sober tomorrow morning. I certainly wish that you won't remember how I acted as a stand-in for the real woman in your heart."

"But I wish you will remember this—"

Chloe put her hand behind Vernon's neck and pulled him deeper until their lips met.

Chloe closed her eyes while planting a tender kiss on Vernon's lips. It was a kiss full of longing, a longing for a happy life with a man who would treat her right.

With that kiss, she finally let go of this one-night fantasy that her little brother-in-law provided out of his drunken stupor.

Chloe kissed Vernon for a while until she felt satisfied. Then, she let him go and opened her eyes.

She checked on Vernon and saw Vernon was dazed after the kiss. She got nervous instantly, thinking that Vernon might be disgusted by her initiative to kiss him.

"D—Did I disgust you? I'm sorry, I will wipe it…." Chloe reached on Vernon's lips with her fingers, trying to wipe the stain of her saliva on his lips. But Vernon suddenly caught her wrist and said;

"Are you kidding me?"

"Ah— uhm… s—sorry?" Chloe apologized again. She didn't know what she had done wrong, but it was good to apologize just in case.

Vernon clicked his tongue and kissed Chloe back. His breaths heaved again, and he was ready for the second round, "You're doing that to seduce me, right? Because it's so fucking effective!"

"Ah— Vernon!" Chloe felt Vernon's cock harden again after she kissed him, implying she was never an eyesore for him.

"Fuck! clamp your thighs. I want to do it again!" Vernon said as he was ready for the second round and a long night.

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Mackie woke up late today. Every weekend, her mommy gave her lenience by allowing her to wake up as late as 10 in the morning.

​ She rubbed her eyes and yawned a few times before getting up. She checked the clock on the wall and mumbled, "Umm… it's already ten. Where is mommy?"

Mackie walked to the door and opened it. It was very unusual for Mommy to wake up late unless she was sick.

Mackie headed to her Mommy's bedroom and knocked by slapping her palms on the door, "Mommy, wake up!"

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"Mommy, are you okay?" Mackie asked.

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Since there was no answer, Mackie thought that her Mommy was really sick. This usually happened when Mommy didn't eat anything other than ice.

She would chew on ice and tell Mackie it made her very full. Even the little Mackie thought Mommy would not be full after eating ice, but Mommy made it so convincing, so Mackie had no reason not to believe.

"Wuu… uhh… where's Mommy?" Mackie wondered after knocking the third time without an answer. She reached the door handle and pulled it down. She thought it'd be locked like usual, but it was not locked!

The door opened slowly, and Mackie peeked from the door.

The room was empty, much to her surprise. So her Mommy must've woke up very early or didn't sleep here at all!

"Where is Mommy?" Mackie asked again. She went to the living room and kitchen and saw the kitchen was clean and pretty much untouched.

Mackie's eyes darted towards the stair leading to the upper floor where Uncle Vernon lived.

"Did Uncle Vernon bully Mommy again?" Mackie pouted when she got the idea that Uncle Vernon must've bullied Mommy last night. Uncle Vernon always bullied Mommy even if she did nothing wrong!

Thus, Mackie braced herself, and her little feet rushed towards the stair, "Mommy, Mackie will save you from big bad uncle!"

Mackie climbed the stair to the upper floor.

However, she was even more surprised when she stepped onto the last staircase. Because there was no sign of Mommy— or Uncle Vernon here.

The kitchen was untouched, and there was no food on the dining table. This was weird… because Mackie knew her Mommy's habit of always cooking in the early morning no matter how tired she was.

But there was no sign of the kitchen being touched, so Mackie was 100% convinced that Mommy had been held hostage by Uncle Vernon!

"Mommy, Mommy!" Mackie called her Mommy as she walked into the kitchen. She went to the laundry room, bathroom, and then to the dining table to no avail.

Then, she went to the living room and noticed something on the floor, a black satin robe that her Mommy usually wears to sleep!

"Mommy's robe!" Mackie rushed to grab the black satin robe and looked around to find her Mommy. There was no sign of her at all and also no sign of Uncle Vernon.

So… there was only one answer!

Mackie's eyes lingered on the tall door that was supposed to be Uncle Vernon's room. The robe dropped right in front of the door, so she was convinced that Uncle Vernon must've taken her Mommy inside his room and bullied her!

Ignited with the sense of duty to protect her sweet Mommy, Mackie's eyes were fueled with determination, and she dispelled all her fear towards Uncle Vernon.

She slammed on the door with her palms, "UNCLE VERNON! WHERE IS MY MOMMY!"

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"BAD UNCLE, GIVE MY MOMMY BACK!"

**

Vernon and Chloe were sleeping soundly after such a long night. Vernon snored a few times while burying his face between Chloe's boobs while Chloe wrapped her hands around Vernon's head to push him deeper into her boobs. It was such a comfortable position for both of them, giving them a comfortable sleep…

That was until Chloe heard her daughter yelling in front of the door. She opened her eyes instantly, and her mind flashed all the things she had done with Vernon last night.

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Chloe heard her daughter yelling in front of the door. She opened her eyes instantly, and her mind flashed all the things she had done with Vernon last night.

She lowered her head to look at Vernon, still burying his face between her boobs, sleeping so comfortably that he actually snored.

"Oh, shit…" Chloe mumbled, realizing she fucked up badly because she drowned in pleasure last night. She remembered everything, of course.

She remembered how Vernon carried her to his bed and made her 'his woman' for a night, even though it was obvious that Chloe was just a stand-in for the real woman in Vernon's heart.

But, she actually gave in and enjoyed the whole thing, even went as far as taking the initiative to tell him about her struggle as a woman, the hell she went through marrying and living with Vincent, and asked Vernon to ruin that man's life as an act of revenge.

To top it all off, she… took the initiative to kiss Vernon right on his lips, as if they were actually lovers.

'Chloe, what have you done?!' Chloe wanted to beat herself over this. She was in control last night because Vernon was drunk out of his wits.

Yet, she took advantage of his drunken stupor just to relieve herself.

Chloe was absolutely ashamed that she just wanted to flee the scene right-the-fuck-now!

But Vernon's hands wrapped tightly around her waist, making it impossible for her to flee.

Chloe tried to wiggle her way out of Vernon's embrace, but Vernon actually tightened his hug and buried his face deeper between her boobs. He was still snoring, proof that he was still in deep sleep after drinking way too much last night.

But it wasn't the time to be relieved. She needed to find a way to escape and acted as if nothing ever happened between them tonight. She didn't want to face Vernon's absolute rage and disgust after he woke up!

"MOMMY! ARE YOU THERE?! MOMMY, MACKIE WILL SAVE YOU!" Mackie yelled as loud as possible while banging the door— now with a broom as a sign of effort. "UNCLE, LET GO OF MY MOMMY!"

'Darn it, Mackie will wake him up!' Chloe's mind was chaotic right now. She had no chance to escape, and if she wanted to get the fuck out, she had to wake Vernon up and tell him to release his grip around her waist.

"MOMMY!"

Mackie's urging call also gave her anxiety. Since there was no other way, she took a deep breath, preparing her mental fortitude so she wouldn't cry when Vernon blasted at her.

Chloe gently caressed Vernon's hair and said, "Vernon, let me go, okay? I need to take care of Mackie."

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Vernon was still unresponsive, but when she tried to separate herself, he automatically tightened his hug to ensure that 'his woman' stayed close to him.

Chloe brainstormed to find a way to persuade this big manchild to release her. She blushed when she had this idea in her mind. She never actually said this to anyone, not even Vincent, because that bastard never liked to be called one by her.

'Okay, you can do this, Chloe! He is still sleeping. This is the best time, or everything will go downhill if you don't escape now!' Chloe encouraged herself to face the devil who was currently burying his face between her boobs.

Chloe took another deep breath and said while combing Vernon's hair gently, "H—Husband, release me now. I need to take care of… our daughter…."

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Vernon finally released his grip around her waist, mumbling in his sleep, "Don't be long… I need you…."

Chloe blushed even harder, and her heartbeat sped up. She didn't believe that actually worked!

Who would've expected a playboy that could never maintain a relationship for more than a few weeks actually have such a soft spot?

'He is a playboy, but he's willing to be called husband?' Chloe wondered, finding it absolutely unbelievable. 'That woman who fills his heart is absolutely lucky. I'd kill to be her.'

Chloe had never called her husband 'husband' before. Not even when they were still in their honeymoon phase. He said he didn't like it and found it cringy and weird.

So most of the time, Chloe called her husband dear, honey, or just straight up calling his name, which Vincent preferred the most.

It was so cold, and at that time, Chloe always thought no man would like to be called 'husband' because it was cringy.

Either she just happened to date and marry the wrong man, or Vernon was just a special man willing to be called 'husband.'

"MOMMY, MACKIE WILL BRING SOMETHING BIGGER TO OPEN THE DOOR!" Mackie yelled, much to Chloe's surprise.

She snapped out of her daze and gently pushed Vernon until he lay on his back, still sleeping, but suddenly stopped snoring.

'Huh, strange. Why did he stop snoring?' Chloe wondered. But she had no time to think twice. She quickly got up and headed to the door. But before she could reach the door knob, she just realized that she was naked and had nothing on her body except a tiny lingerie when Vernon suddenly carried her into his bed.

'Oh shit, I need to find that lingerie!' Chloe thought as she started to panic again.

But, the room was dim, with only a few dim purple lights on the ceiling, making it impossible for her to search for something so small in Vernon's bedroom.

'I can't turn on the light as well. Vernon will wake up instantly!'

CLANK! CLANK! CLANK!

"MOMMY! MACKIE BROUGHT A PAN FROM THE KITCHEN!" Mackie reported as she started banging the pan on the door, making loud noises that would wake anyone up.

Her head turned towards Vernon again, relieved when she saw him still closing his eyes.

'Okay, think Chloe, you must find something to cover your body first!' Chloe thought. She looked around the room and noticed the wardrobe.

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'Okay, think Chloe, you must find something to cover your body first!' Chloe thought. She looked around the room and noticed the wardrobe.

She remembered that Vernon had many T-shirts in XL or XXL size because of his wide shoulder, 'I could borrow one of his tees first, then I'll change my clothes and throw his tee to the laundry. He won't suspect a thing! Damn, Chloe, you can be so cunning!'

Chloe walked to the wardrobe and opened it carefully, ensuring she didn't make any noise.

Vernon didn't have many t-shirts, actually. In fact, he had more suits and formal shirts than just a regular tee, a sign that he rarely came home, so he didn't need to buy much of those.

'He is really a hard-working man…' Chloe thought. She knew that Vernon could get all he wanted, he just needed to call his Big brother— Vincent Gray, and he'd be granted all the money he needed.

But Vernon decided to start from the bottom to rise to the top, 'He must've worked nonstop these past years just to be in his current position.'

Though, Chloe also wondered about one thing, 'Did he work for all of these just for the sake of money… or does he has other intention?'

She fondly remembered her time raising Vernon, and she knew well that Vernon was NOT a kid who liked luxury that much. Sure, he wanted shiny stuff and toys, like a regular kid. But he never showed so much fondness for his life in Gray's mansion.

He even told her once that he wasn't interested in working with his Big brother or being a CEO like his Big bro.

So, for him to actually followed the same path as Vincent, Chloe thought there must be something that he wanted to do.

'Maybe it's that girl in his heart?' Chloe wondered. 'Vernon didn't seem surprised when I said I had another man before him last night. So I guess the real woman in his heart must've left him for another man. Maybe that break his heart so badly….'

For some reason, Chloe felt that Vernon's woman had so many similarities with herself, giving her a funny idea in her head…

'No, no, that's not possible. Stop having wishful thinking, Chloe!' Chloe warned herself.

Chloe felt pity towards Vernon, who had just had such a terrible experience with that woman in his heart. She wanted to help, but the only thing she could do was be a good maid for him.

"MOMMY!"

"Ah!"

Mackie's voice from the door woke her up for the second time. Chloe shook her head to focus, and she grabbed one black t-shirt from Vernon's wardrobe.

As expected, the moment she wore Vernon's big t-shirt, it instantly became a loose dress covering her body to half of her thighs.

Thus, she didn't need to wear any pants. She turned her head towards Vernon, still sleeping on the bed, and was relieved that he seemed to be in such a deep sleep.

Chloe tiptoed as she passed the bed towards the door. Before she opened the door, she gave Vernon a melancholic gaze and allowed her intrusive thought to take control for a second, "Sleep well, husband," Chloe said with a low yet gentle voice. She wanted to say it because she knew that she wouldn't be able to say it again after this.

She twisted the doorknob and opened the door slowly.

She saw her little daughter was about to slam the door with her pan again, and Chloe quickly stopped her by snatching the pan off Mackie's hands.

Mackie looked up, and her face brightened once she saw her Mommy. She was so relieved because she really thought that Big bad Uncle Vernon had already eaten her Mommy last night.

"MOMMY!" Mackie yelled out loud.

"Ssshh!" Chloe quickly covered Mackie's mouth and picked her up. Chloe went out and closed the door behind her.

Chloe rushed to the kitchen and put the pan back in its place before dropping Mackie on the floor carefully.

Mackie looked at her Mommy, who seemed to have a rough night, and asked, "Mommy, did Uncle Vernon bully you last night?"

"Ah— N—Not at all. Uncle Vernon is too tired, so Mommy helped him to make him feel better," Chloe said. She had a faint blush as she said it because she knew well what kind of activity she did to help Vernon last night.

"Really?" Mackie asked. She didn't seem to believe what her Mommy said just now. "Mommy, don't lie to Mackie. I will protect Mommy if Uncle Vernon dares to bully! Mackie can fight bullies at school too!"

"Ah—hah… it's fine, dear. Mommy is in good health, see?"

"Um… but Mommy is wearing Uncle Vernon's tee-shirt…."

"Ah, t—this is because my sleep robe slipped," Chloe said. She noticed the black satin robe that Mackie held, so it made sense how Mackie knew she was inside Vernon's bedroom. "That's why Uncle Vernon lent Mommy his shirt…."

"Un… I don't believe you, Mommy," Mackie said.

"Why so?"

"That's because your neck has so many bruises!" Mackie said based on her observation. Her little mind started making conspiracy theories, "Did— Did Uncle Vernon pinched Mommy's neck so many times last night?"

Chloe's expression stiffened instantly. She totally forgot about all the hickeys that Vernon made last night!

Her skin was thin and pale, so any bruises would be visible and last for a while.

Chloe tried to think of an answer but couldn't come up with one. She was already outsmarted by an observant seven-year-old girl.

"L—Let's just forget about it, okay? Let's go downstairs, Mommy will change my shirt first, and then I'll cook for you and Uncle Vernon," Chloe said.

Chloe was about to pick her daughter up and carry her downstairs, but when Mackie looked down, she realized something was wrong.

"Mommy, your thighs are so red! Did Uncle Vernon pinched your thighs too?" Mackie asked. She tilted her head in confusion. She then noticed the redness on Mommy's inner thighs was long and wide.

"Did Uncle Vernon beat Mommy's thighs with a police stick?" Mackie asked.

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"Did Uncle Vernon beat Mommy's thighs with a police stick?" Mackie asked.

Chloe's heart stopped for a second when her daughter mentioned about the redness on her thighs. Her cheeks reddened, and she had no more answer for Mackie.

'Sometimes, having a smart daughter has its disadvantages,' Chloe thought. 'What am I suppose to say right now?'

Of course, she couldn't just outright said that Uncle Vernon's cock was as thick— even thicker and bigger than a police stick, complete with a tip so big, it resembled a mushroom head…

Chloe swallowed her saliva out of nervousness. She felt guilty because she was actually imagining about that thing while talking with her daughter.

"M—Mackie, you're not making sense. Mommy is alright—"

"Really?" Mackie wondered. "But Mommy's thighs are so red. Did Uncle Vernon hit Mommy with police stick? Mackie won't forgive Uncle!"

Mackie suddenly rushed past her Mommy. She grabbed the broom along the way and carried it with two hands, then she headed towards Uncle Vernon's bedroom again.

Mackie hit the door by swinging the broom on the door, she exerted all the strength she had, thinking it should be enough to wake the big bad wolf, "BAD UNCLE, COME OUT! MACKIE WANTS TO BEAT YOU FOR BULLYING MOMMY!"

"Mackie!" Chloe ran towards Mackie. She knew that her daughter could actually be courageous and independent when needed. But she dind't expect that Mackie didn't have an ounce of fear when facing Vernon.

"Mackie, stop that!" Chloe yelled as she tried to grab the broom that she swung at the door.

"BIG BAD UNCLE, MACKIE WILL FIGHT YOU!" Mackie yelled courageously, much to Chloe's horror.

After a few seconds of struggle, Chloe was finally able to grab the broom. She snatched it from Mackie and threw it away.

Mackie was surprised when she got disarmed by her Mommy. She turned around and asked, "Mommy, Mackie is trying to help!"

"Mackie, Mommy is alright!"

"Mommy often said you're alright, but Mommy always cried alone!" Mackie retorted, thinking what she did was right and she just wanted to protect her Mommy.

She had gotten courageous these days, mostly because she realized that she could fight the bullies at school. Since she already knew how to protect herself, that meant she could use her courage to protect Mommy too!

"T—That's a different problem!" Chloe wanted to scold her daughter for not listening to her. But before she could scold Mackie, she heard a click from the bedroom door in front of her.

**

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"Fuck, I messed up," Vernon mumbled in low voice as he laid on his bed, staring at the purple lights on the ceiling of his bedroom.

He actually woke up after he realized that he had said something so idiotic.

It was when his sister-in-law suddenly referred him as 'husband.'

He slowly recovered his consciousness when he heard that word, followed with Chloe asking him to release her because she needed to take care of 'their' daughter.

He was still half-asleep when he heard that, so he answered with a sentence coming deep from inside his heart;

'Don't be long… I need you…'

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"Fuuuckk…" Vernon cursed slowly as he put his palms on his face, feeling so ashamed that he actually said something so cringy.

"Vernon Phoenix Gray, you're an idiot," Vernon said as he blamed himself over the spilled milk.

Once he opened his eyes, he saw his sister-in-law's bony figure scrambling around the bedroom in panic because Mackie banged on the door like a little devil spawn.

The room was very dim, but he did noticed her went to his wardrobe to wear one of his tee before opening the door and left the bedroom to stop her daughter.

Vernon watched the whole thing, but he pretended to sleep because it was so goddamn awkward and shameful!

What was he supposed to do? Just woke up and talk to Chloe like there was nothing happened last night?!

He didn't know how to face Chloe right now. In fact, he didn't expect to return to his apartment and actually spent his time with his sister-in-law!

He drank a lot last night to forget about her, and also fucked that waitress for a night, then he'd return to his usual self, cold and detached.

But he messed up real bad, he never expected to lose total control of himself last night.

Unfortunately, he didn't remember anything last night. Though, he vaguely remembered a few details.

He remembered calling his sister-in-law, Chloe Gray, as 'his woman.'

He remembered carrying her to his bed, kissed her lips, and played with her tits, ended with him fucking her thighs.

Lastly, he remembered two things— these two things were actually quite vivid in his memory.

He remembered the bony body of his sister-in-law. She was always wearing a puffy shirt. So he never noticed that she was actually so thin.

And the end, he also remembered how his sister-in-law took the initiative to kiss him on the lips.

He had no memory of what they were talking about last night. But the taste of her lips when she kissed him first was like a burst of firework inside his head.

It was so clear and vivid for a few seconds, even though he was dead drunk, but the fireworks in his head made him numb for a few seconds, thinking he could die happy at that point.

Now, he returned to reality, and he wished he could just jump out a bridge or whatever. He was angry at himself for not having self-control and allowed his heart to take over amidst his drunken state.

After all, he already told himself not to be emotionally involved with Chloe, because she was not a good woman, and she didn't want him.

She despised him, so he gave out the same energy.

'But, if she didn't want me, why did she took the initiative to kiss me? Why did she call me husband?' Vernon questioning himself, trying to make sense of the situation happened last night.

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'But, if she didn't want me, why did she take the initiative to kiss me? Why did she call me husband?' Vernon questioned himself, trying to make sense of the situation that happened last night.

'She is grossed out with me, but why did she treat me so gently when I was drunk? She could've showed her true face, no need to be so fake when I can't even remember anything….'

Vernon had many questions in his head, but he had no answer for any of them. The way things happened last night made him question the whole thing, especially his hatred towards her.

He started to doubt his mind because how she treated him when he was drunk was different from his expectation.

'Where is her disgust? Why is she not disgusted with me?' Vernon asked himself. 'I was drunk as shit, but she… she didn't make that grossed-out expression.'

Vernon was in deep thought until he heard another banging on the door.

"BAD UNCLE, COME OUT! MACKIE WANTS TO BEAT YOU FOR BULLYING MOMMY!"

Vernon heard his feisty niece challenge him in a fight as if she had a chance. He knew he should just ignore his little niece. But there was this undying petty rivalry the moment they met, and Vernon would never lose to a little girl, that was for sure!

"BIG BAD UNCLE, MACKIE WILL FIGHT YOU!"

"Tch, that little girl needs a spanking," Vernon tried to get up from the bed amidst the hangover.

It was a terrible hangover because every time he tried to get up, he'd feel the world was spinning, and he fell back to his bed.

This happened for a while until he got aggravated and started hitting his head a few times.

Vernon tried to get up again. He grabbed the drawer near him and turned on a few more dim lights in his bedroom to ensure that he wouldn't be shocked by the sudden light when he opened the door.

He had many hangovers when he hit his twenties because he liked drinking his night away with a woman by his side. So he was used to the absolute shitty hangover in the morning after being dead drunk the previous night.

Vernon was still naked, so he walked to his closet and grabbed whatever sweatpants to wear before walking towards the door and twisting the knob.

Vernon opened the door slowly. He was ready to blast at his sister-in-law and his niece. It would be a relaxing thing to clear the growing doubt in his head.

However…

He forgot to get angry when he saw the scene in front of him.

He saw Chloe wearing his loose shirt that was way too big on her petite body. The low-cut V-neck shirt exposed her neck and cleavage, which was covered with dark hickeys. It was proof of what Vernon did to her last night.

And it was… so fucking hot.

Verno swallowed her saliva as his mind blanked out. He could not do anything but stare unblinkingly at the hickeys around Chloe's neck and boobs.

In fact, he started to count the number of visible hickeys he made on her body.

'Ten… eleven… twelve… thirteen….'

The more he counted, the more he got aroused. Vernon didn't realize that his big cock was hard again. The size made it unhidden as the shape was printed so clearly beneath the sweatpants.

'Damn, I want to kiss the hickeys one by one…' the little devil called intrusive thought started influencing his mind, and he tried hard not to just… do her right here, right now.

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Chloe was also dazed for a while. She was already terrified, thinking that Vernon would blast at her.

But he just stood menacingly, staring at her, but their eyes didn't meet because Vernon was actually checking something else.

Chloe followed Vernon's line of sight and gasped when she realized he was checking the hickeys around her neck and upper boobs.

She was kneeling in front of Vernon because she tried to hold Mackie down. So the direct view in front of her was Vernon's cock slowly hardening until its shape and size became visible under his sweatpants.

'It's rock hard again…' Chloe thought. 'So big…'

Luckily, Mackie didn't see that. Because she was busy looking up at Uncle Vernon's face. She was so short compared to Uncle Vernon, but she feared nothing!

"Uncle! How dare you hit Mackie's Mommy with a Police stick! Mackie will hit you back!" Mackie said fearlessly.

"Police stick?" Vernon asked.

"YES!" Mackie said without hesitation. "Mackie saw Mommy's inner thighs are so red! Uncle must've hit Mommy's thighs with a police stick!"

"M—Mackie!" Chloe swiftly covered Mackie's mouth and grabbed her from behind. She panicked. Not wanting to make things worse, she quickly picked Mackie up and rushed downstairs.

She gave Vernon a pitiful, begging look, hoping that Vernon would not be angry. But after realizing that Vernon was still dazed, she said nothing and rushed downstairs with Mackie in her hand.

Mackie struggled for a while and continued yelling at her Uncle, "UNCLE, MACKIE WILL HIT YOU BACK! MACKIE WILL PROTECT MOMMY!"

"MOMMY, PUT ME DOWN! MACKIE CAN BEAT THAT BIG BAD WOLF!"

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Vernon was still trying to process what had just happened in front of him. He stared at the empty kitchen from across his bedroom. The scene of his sister-in-law wearing his loose t-shirt while covered in hickeys was too strong of stimulation for Vernon, making him short-circuited for a while.

He even forgot that he should've been angry at his sister-in-law and little niece, all because of Chloe's tits.

"Damn, those hickey-covered-tits are so deadly for me," Vernon mumbled.

After he regained some composure, he got something else bugging his mind. He looked down and pulled his sweatpants a bit just to peek at his 'police stick.'

"It's obviously bigger and thicker than a police stick," Vernon said, feeling annoyed that his size had been downgraded so much by that ignorant devil spawn.