At the massive table, the only sounds that were made were the ones coming from the plates and spoons, as they ate in silence, and threw occasional glares at him.

A nasty smirk graced his lips as he scanned the faces of his stepmother and. stepbrothers.

A dark, vibrant flush spreads through Fredrick's face in irritation, as he twists the spoon in his right hand.

"Will you stop doing that?" one of his step brothers, Carlos, asked, and hissed.

"Doing what exactly?" Marcos inquired, his brow curving in amusement and his smirk growing even wider.

"Stop acting like you don't know what you're doing and wipe that filthy smirk off...