Vicky's POV
"Oh my God—stop! Please, both of you stop or I swear I'll die from laughing!" I gasped as I dropped to the floor, clutching my stomach. Tears streamed down my cheeks, and I could barely breathe from the sheer absurdity of it all.
I mean, picture this: a six-foot-three man—my oh-so-mighty brother—getting beaten by his own mother in his luxurious penthouse. It was comedy gold, and I was front-row audience.
"What is it, Nicholas?! Is it true? Why is your sister laughing like that?" Mom demanded, her voice sharp, but that only made me laugh harder.
Nick glared at me, his voice dripping with annoyance. "Can you stop laughing, Vicky?! What the hell is wrong with you?"
I could barely form words between my laughter. "Because… because Mom has been waiting for this day forever. Now she finally has an excuse to marry you off immediately."
"Well, what do you expect?" Mom jumped right in, her tone stern but her eyes gleaming. "You're already old. It's time you settled down."
