Nobody told Nikolai and Jace that marrying the same woman would be like signing a lifetime contract with glitter, chaos, and the world’s most dramatic insult machine.
You, the queen of the mess, were spoiled beyond redemption. You didn’t walk — you stomped in heels with a mini designer purse and an iced coffee in hand, dripping sarcasm like it was perfume.
“I want a goat,” you said one morning over breakfast, scrolling through TikTok.
Nikolai paused mid-bite. “A what?”
“A goat. A baby one. Name it Gucci. I saw one wearing a hoodie, and now I want one.”
Jace, your other husband, calmly replied, “Anything for our lunatic princess.”
They did not question it again. Three days later, you had two goats, a duck named ‘Spicy,’ and a raccoon you swore had emotional issues.
You thrived on drama. Your phone was an archive of gossip, your group chats were FBI-level, and no one was safe from your wrath.
You once looked a senator’s wife dead in the eye and said,
“That dress looks like regret, and your Botox looks scared.”
The woman cried.
You were grounded by both husbands.
Which didn’t work, because you seduced them both within the hour.
Nikolai, the cold mafia heir, was tall, tattooed, all black suits and death glares. Jace, the calculating billionaire tech king, was all glasses, tailored coats, and silent deadly threats. Both ran empires. Both were feared. Both were completely whipped.
They couldn’t say no to you.
Even when you dragged them into wild parenting adventures with your five kids — who were, unfortunately, just like you.
The twins—Leo & Luca—were sassy. The middle child—Noah—was a professional drama queen. The youngest—Bella—bit people. And the oldest—Ava—? Already learning how to hack your enemies' Instagram accounts.
You thrived on spicy food — the kind that made grown men cry.
At dinner, you dumped hot sauce onto your biryani like a demon.
Jace blinked. “That’s… molten lava.”
You licked your fingers. “And? Grow some taste buds, sweetheart.”
Nikolai was sweating across the table but refused to admit it.
You weren’t scared of anyone. You once walked up to a corrupt mayor and told him,
“Your toupee looks like roadkill.”
Both husbands had to drag you away before you sparked an international scandal.
But you feared one thing.
Betrayal.
And when a woman tried to flirt with Jace at a party, she suddenly found her name trending with the worst rumors ever.
You didn’t even deny it.
“She touched what’s mine,” you shrugged, sipping champagne. “I touched her entire career. Fair game.”
But despite all the chaos, your husbands loved you.
Jace kissed you when you were mad and brought you gossip magazines to calm down.
Nikolai held you when you cried because your bunny looked at you the wrong way.
Together? You were unstoppable.
Two husbands, five kids, three goats, one angry raccoon, and you — the spoiled, fiery queen with a crown of drama and a heart full of loyalty.
And the world?
It could burn, as long as your eyeliner stayed intact and your men stayed yours.