I Owe the Tyrant Four Little Heirs novel Chapter 10

Niamh wondered what kind of man would decorate his bedroom in all black. Wouldn't it be terrifying to sleep in here at night? She recalled something a famous designer once said: “Black is the color with the most attitude. It says, ‘I won’t bother you, so don’t bother me.’”

No wonder Winnie had said the owner was strange and difficult.

A wave of anxiety washed over her. She decided to double-check her work before she left to make sure she hadn’t missed anything.

As she was wiping down the nightstand, she noticed a photo frame. In the picture, a beautiful woman in a blue and white floral dress was holding the hand of a little boy, about five or six years old. The boy wore a white shirt, black shorts, and polished black shoes, his hair in a neat buzz cut. He was adorable. And he looked remarkably like her children, especially his serious expression, which was the spitting image of Jove. She took a closer look and smiled to herself. The resemblance was uncanny.

She didn't dwell on it, though; there were plenty of people in the world who looked alike. She placed the frame back on the nightstand, adjusting it to a pleasing angle, and turned to leave.

Just then, her phone buzzed with a video call from her landlady. She answered immediately. Lyric’s face appeared on the screen, with the quadruplets sitting unhappily on either side of her.

“Thank you so much for watching them, Lyric,” Niamh said, relieved to see an adult with them.

“Don’t thank me, dear. I should be thanking you! It gets so lonely sitting at home by myself. I’m having a wonderful time with the children,” Lyric replied cheerfully.

“Mommy, that little boy looks just like Jove!” Keir exclaimed, pointing at something behind her.

“He looks a little like me, too.”

“And like Phaedra and Aurelia!”

Niamh turned to look at the photo again. Keir had sharp eyes.

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