Wicked Lips of the Devil

Martha Kentwood's face instantly purpled as though she was choking on an exceptionally large glob of bile. Her expression twisted and changed as she raised a wrinkly, shriveled hand and pointed it at Aiden.

"You… You… How dare you!" After struggling for so long, she barely managed to choke out those words. Her husband came over to support her as she stumbled back, as though struck fatally in the chest. 

"Oh boy…" Amelia uttered under her breath, though her words were completely ignored by everyone present. Her relatives had their eyes solely glued to Aiden, and Aiden seemed to be relishing in it. 

He folded his arms across his chest and hmphed, the corner of his lips tilting up into a mocking smile. With his posture and the aura he exuded, Amelia could see the similarities between Matteo and Aiden. If it weren't for the cocky grin he wore, she could've even been mistaken.