My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 148: Try Me

The Cross mansion was alive with electric energy from the break of dawn. The entire household—from the eldest to the youngest—had woken up earlier than usual.

Each person swept up in the whirlwind of preparations for Dylan’s party. Even the kids, usually sleepy in the morning, were wide-eyed and brimming with excitement, buzzing through the halls like tiny firecrackers.

The party was set for the perfect hour—late afternoon—just as the golden sun would begin its descent, casting a warm, cinematic glow over the open-air venue. The garden would transform into a lively wonderland, the soft breeze carrying the sound of laughter and music.

Determined to make the event spectacular, the children eagerly took on their own little missions—stuffing loot bags with goodies, arranging colorful chairs, and helping decorate the grand stage with streamers, balloons, and twinkling lights.

Meanwhile, Greg had a few surprises up his sleeve. He had hired a famous magician, a master of illusions, to captivate the little ones with jaw-dropping tricks and spellbinding acts, ensuring they were entertained while the adults indulged in drinks, laughter, and lively conversation.

The air was thick with anticipation. Every moment brought them closer to what promised to be a party no one would forget. And if Greg had anything to do with it—there would definitely be more surprises in store.

Cammy dove into the kitchen, eager to contribute to the preparations in a way that felt personal—baking. It was something she had always done for Dylan, ever since his kindergarten days, and today was no different.

With flour-dusted hands and a determined gleam in her eyes, she worked her magic, creating an elegant, eight-inch round cake to crown the cupcake stand.

She arranged a mountain of cupcakes, each one a tiny masterpiece, ready to be devoured by eager little hands, placing them around the 3-tiers cupcake stand. The kitchen smelled like vanilla, buttercream, and pure happiness.

Once satisfied with her work, she set off to find Greg—who, unsurprisingly, was holed up in his home office, working, even on a Sunday. Or that’s what she thought.

Armed with a freshly baked cupcake in one hand and a piping bag in the other, Cammy marched straight into his study without knocking. The moment their eyes met, a jolt of surprise passed between them.

Greg, who had been crouched on the floor, stood up abruptly, his expression caught somewhere between amusement and guilt. He was caught in the act while wrapping his surprise gift for Dylan.

Cammy stepped closer, her gaze flickering to the mysterious, oversized box beside him. Without breaking eye contact, she handed him the cupcake and the piping bag, her curiosity was awakened.

Cammy leaned forward, nosiness burning in her chest as she peeked inside the massive box. The moment her eyes registered what was inside, they went wide with shock.

"You’ve got to be kidding me," she gasped, turning to Greg in disbelief.

Greg smirked, already anticipating her reaction. "Hey, it’s a gift. You can’t say no to it," he said nonchalantly.

"I know, but—"

Before she could finish, Greg swiped the cupcake across her lips, smearing a dollop of frosting to shut her up.

"There you go again, full of ’buts.’" He clicked his tongue and shook his head. "I don’t want to hear any more excuses. This will be good for Dylan. He’s always glued to his laptop, and sure, he plays with the kids now, but once he’s back at boarding school? This will help him to stay active."

Cammy huffed, licking the frosting off her lips, shooting Greg a playful glare. He was impossible. But as she looked back at the surprise inside the box, she had to admit... It’s a wonderful and thoughtful gift.

Cammy took the cupcake and started licking the frosting off her lips, but before she could finish, Greg’s hand shot out, gripping her wrist, stopping her in her tracks.

"Let me clean that up for you... girlfriend," he murmured, his voice dripping with mischief.

Cammy rolled her eyes playfully and let out a laugh, making Greg’s smirk widen.

"What’s so funny?" he asked, tilting his head. "Aren’t you officially my girlfriend now?"

She chuckled even more, teasing him right back. "Yes, I am. So, are you going to clean up the mess you made on my lips, or should I handle it myself... boyfriend?"

Greg’s smile turned wicked as he leaned in, his gaze locking onto hers. The air between them crackled with tension, the cupcake moment long forgotten as he closed the distance—ready to claim what was his.

"What is that?!" Dylan’s excited shout echoed through the room, making Greg spin around so fast that he nearly lost his balance.

Cammy quickly turned away, hastily wiping the frosting off her lips with her thumb and a quick swipe of her tongue.

But Dylan was completely oblivious to the moment he had just interrupted. His wide, eager eyes were glued to the massive box that still wasn’t fully wrapped. His fingers twitched on the armrest of his wheelchair as he tried to maneuver closer, his excitement practically bouncing off the walls.

"Is this for me?!" he asked, his voice full of hopeful anticipation—because today was his day, and he expected nothing less than surprises, gifts, and all the fun in the world.

Cammy quickly stepped in front of the box, arms stretched wide, blocking Dylan’s view like a human shield.

"Hep, hep! Not so fast," she warned, grinning. "Yes, it’s yours, but you’re not allowed to see it yet."

Dylan’s eyes narrowed suspiciously. "But why? It’s mine, isn’t it? Just give it to me now!" he protested, sticking out his lower lip in an exaggerated pout.

Greg smirked. "Because it’s a surprise, and surprises are meant to be unwrapped at the right time. You’ll open it at your party—so everyone can see."

Before Dylan could argue, his nanny’s voice rang out. "There you are! I’ve been looking everywhere for you. It’s time for your shower and to get dressed."

Cammy immediately crossed her arms, tilting her head at Dylan. Busted. The boy slumped his shoulders, caught red-handed.

"Were you hiding from your nanny so you could skip your shower?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

Dylan fidgeted. "But, Mommy, it’s so hard to shower with my leg in a cast. Can’t I just use a wet towel and be done with it?"

Cammy gave him the look—the kind that meant no room for negotiation. "Nope. Not gonna happen. If you don’t shower, you’ll stink, and you can’t go to your own party smelling like a sock."

Then she leaned down, whispering dramatically, "And if you don’t get in that shower right now, I might just tell Uncle Greg to return your gift."

Dylan’s eyes widened in horror. "You wouldn’t!"

Cammy crossed her arms tighter. "Try me."

Dylan gasped and spun his wheelchair around so fast, it was almost a blur. "I’M GOING, I’M GOING!" he shouted as he zoomed off toward the bathroom, his nanny hurrying after him.

Greg let out a laugh, shaking his head. "That was evil."

Cammy smirked, dusting her hands off like she’d just won a battle. "That was called effective parenting."

"Now, where were we?" she mused, tapping a finger on her chin.

Greg didn’t miss a beat. "I was about to kiss you."

Cammy let out a bright, melodic laugh and shook her head. "Not that!" she said, rolling her eyes playfully. Though it wouldn’t have been the worst way to pick up where they left off.

She pointed at the half-wrapped box still sitting in the middle of the room. "I’ll help you wrap this since it looks like you’re struggling."

Greg folded his arms, his lips pressing into a small, dramatic pout. "And the kiss?"

Cammy smirked, stepping past him to grab the wrapping paper. "Later..." she murmured, tossing a playful glance over her shoulder.

Greg groaned dramatically. "You’re cruel, woman."

Cammy only chuckled, shaking her head. "Nope. I’m just making sure you earn it. Maybe if you do a good job wrapping this. I might let you unwrap your gift soon after."

"I have a gift too?" Greg asked in confusion.

"Yes... Me..."