A flicker of ruthlessness flashed in Alaric’s eyes—it pierced through me like a dagger. My chest tightened painfully.

Then, without another glance, he wrapped his arms around Calla and turned away, leaving me stranded in the darkness of despair. I felt like I was drowning in an abyss, unable to escape.

Tears blurred my vision as I stared at the video playing on my phone. My fingers trembled, but I didn’t hesitate. I swallowed the pills the doctor had prescribed.

“What are you taking?”

A voice cuts through the silence. I turned and saw Alaric standing in the doorway, his tone laced with sudden nervousness. His eyes were fixed on me, concerned.

“Just a calcium supplement,” I replied calmly.

He relaxed at once and nodded.

“I left a document upstairs. I’ll be quick.”

As he turned and climbed the stairs, I picked up the phone he had carelessly left on the table.

I entered Calla’s birthday as the password. The screen lit up, revealing a seductive photo of her—artfully posed, barely clothed.

So his phone really was dual-system.

My stomach churned, but I forced myself to move quickly. I opened his chat app. At the top was a message thread with Calla. The second was a group chat labeled "VIP Access Thread."

I tapped it open.

What I saw nearly made the phone slip from my hands.

The latest message was a full schedule—my schedule.

Each date had a name listed beneath it.

“Alaric, when’s my turn again? The brothers can’t wait!”

“Seriously, if your wife were working at a club, I’d get a monthly membership just to book her.”

Cassian’s vulgar messages made my mind go blank. A wave of nausea hit me. Shame, fury, and helplessness surged through me like a flood.

Then a new message appeared.

It was from Calla.

“Brothers, I’m back in Canada! My brother booked out the entire Royal Club to celebrate tonight. Come join the fun—there’s a surprise!”

She followed it with a photo.

When I saw it, the world spun. My knees buckled.

It was me—a photo someone had secretly taken, doctored with humiliating edits. Scrawled across it were the words: “Obedient Dog.”

Terror gripped me. Something was horribly wrong.

With shaking fingers, I copied all the chat records, photos, and schedules to my own phone.

I was about to call the police when Alaric’s voice echoed behind me again.

“Wife, you’re trembling. Are you cold?”

He draped a blanket over me. I quickly locked the screen and slipped the phone into my pocket.

“It’s just the weather,” I mumbled. “Lately, it’s been colder.”

Alaric smiled gently, but I could barely stand the sight of him.

“Calla’s finally home. We’re having a celebration at the Royal Club tonight. Dress nicely, okay?”

The moment he mentioned Royal Club, my entire body tensed. A chill ran through me.

“I’m not feeling well today. I think I’ll stay home.”

His expression turned stormy in an instant.

“You still refuse to go? Calla suffered so much abroad because you forced her to leave. Now she’s back, and you won’t even attend her welcome party?”

“She doesn’t hold grudges, but you insist on spoiling her night?”

Without waiting for an answer, Alaric grabbed my wrist and dragged me out the door, ignoring the fact that I was heavily pregnant.

When we arrived at the Royal Club and the doors swung open, every eye in the room turned to me.

I could feel it—mockery, lewd curiosity, and cruel anticipation.

“Well, well… the guest of honor is finally here.”

Calla gave me a mocking smile before grabbing my arm and pulling me to the center of the dance floor.

I stopped and looked at her, my face paling as my patience thinned.

"Aren’t you the protagonist tonight?" I asked, my voice cold.

She covered her mouth and let out a soft, smug laugh.

"I’m not like you, sister-in-law. You’re the real star of the show now. So many people lining up just to be near you!"

My fists clenched tightly as the image of that schedule on Alaric’s phone flashed through my mind again. A lump of nausea rose in my throat.

"I’m not feeling well. I’m going home," I muttered, already turning to leave.

I felt stripped bare in this crowd, exposed to their leering eyes and veiled laughter. Humiliation tightened around me like a noose—I just wanted to disappear.

But before I could step away, Calla blocked my path with a look of faux innocence.

"Oh dear, did I upset you? If it’s my fault, then I apologize..."

She pouted slightly, clutching a glass of champagne, her voice full of affected grievance.

Alaric stepped in immediately, snatching the glass from her hand.

"You're on your period, you shouldn’t drink," he said gently.

Then, without hesitation, he turned and held the glass out to me.

"Seraphine, I’ve let go of the past—you forcing Calla to leave for abroad—but this is her celebration party. Who are you trying to humiliate with that face?"

"Drink this. Apologize. Move on."

I stared at the glass, my heart pounding in my chest.

"I’m pregnant," I said slowly, my voice thick with disbelief. "And you’re telling me to drink alcohol?"

He dismissed my concern with a wave of his hand.

"It’s just a glass of champagne. I already asked the doctor. You’re eight months along, the baby’s stable. One drink won’t hurt."

I pushed his hand away.

"I’m not drinking. I haven’t done anything wrong. I don’t owe anyone an apology."

Alaric’s expression darkened at once.

"Seraphine, I’ve already given you enough respect tonight. Don’t test me."

"Brother, don’t be so harsh."

Calla stepped in with a gentle smile, offering me a glass of water instead.

"Dear, don’t take it to heart. Drink some water and calm down. Alaric didn’t mean to upset you."

I took the glass from her hand. The water looked clear, harmless.

"Can I go upstairs and rest after this?" I asked softly.

She nodded sweetly.

I downed the water in one gulp. The warmth slid down my throat—but almost immediately, something felt wrong.

Heat spread through my body. A fire under my skin. My limbs turned heavy. My nerves sparked and trembled like worms crawling inside me.

"What... did you give me?" I choked out.

My knees buckled. The world tilted. And then I collapsed—right into someone's arms.

Through blurred vision, I saw Cassian’s face leering over mine, his hands already touching places they shouldn’t.

"Calla, you really outdid yourself this time. Sleeping pills made her limp like a corpse. But this..." He licked his lips, eyes gleaming.

"This is so much more fun."

Calla stood beside him, watching me with smug satisfaction.

"It’s a new drug—foreign. It’s called Obedience Serum. She’ll forget everything by morning. No matter what happens, she won’t remember a thing."

"Play however you like."

"Let me go!"

I screamed with the last scrap of strength I had, but my body wouldn’t respond. My limbs wouldn’t move. I could only stare helplessly at Alaric, silently pleading for a trace of mercy.

He looked at me—expressionless, unmoved—and turned to Cassian.

"Just be careful. She’s still pregnant, and the baby’s part of our million-dollar bet."

My heart shattered.

“You’ll regret this.”

My voice was faint, the last flicker of will in my fading consciousness.

Calla leaned into Alaric’s arms and let out a shrill, mocking laugh.

“Regret? Sister-in-law, this potion has another effect—you’ll forget everything by morning. When you wake up, you’ll still be smiling sweetly, calling me ‘Calla.’ Like nothing ever happened.”

As her words echoed, Cassian stepped forward, a lewd grin plastered on his face.

“Good dog, kneel.”

And before I could resist, my knees buckled. My body dropped to the floor against my will, as if I no longer had control over it.

My vision blurred. The laughter around me twisted into something monstrous—echoing, sharp, surreal. And then, the world faded into black.

In the suffocating darkness, I felt something tearing me apart—brutal and merciless. My soul splintered with every agonizing second.

---

When I regained consciousness, I was sprawled on the cold floor, my lower body drenched in blood. Thick, hot, and flowing fast.

“Help... me...”

I crawled, inch by inch, toward the door, pounding on it with what little strength I had left.

“Stop pretending,” a voice sneered from behind the door. “You were screaming louder than anyone earlier. Sleep it off—you won’t remember a thing in the morning.”

Then Alaric’s voice followed, calm and chilling.

“Now that we’re done with business... let’s move on to the next.”

A loud bang echoed as the door slammed shut, sealing me in isolation.

I gritted my teeth and dragged myself out. Blood smeared across the marble floor, leaving a ghastly trail behind me. The air was heavy with iron and pain.

---

The next time I opened my eyes, I was in a hospital ward. The sterile scent of disinfectant filled my lungs.

A nurse stood beside me, holding a clipboard and speaking softly.

“Ms. Locke, I’m sorry. We couldn’t save your baby. Would you like us to help arrange... the handling of the remains?”

Her voice was gentle, but her eyes brimmed with pity.

I took the document from her hand calmly.

“Please call a courier for me.”

---

Meanwhile, at the club, Alaric and his friends were still enjoying themselves when the manager rushed in, pale-faced.

“Mr. Vane, something’s happened—your wife... she’s had a miscarriage.”

Alaric froze.

Just then, a delivery man approached with a package.

“Are you Mr. Vane? This parcel is for you. It must be signed for... personally.”