Help! the four Alpha's are obsessed with me.-Chapter 172 Life in the Lancaster home II

"I said it’s over already. Why are you still here, you dry bone?"

Alessandro screamed at Celeste, who was on her knees, begging.

She had been released not too long ago from the compartment where she had spent several months locked away. Now, she was only allowed to pose as his wife for the upcoming event that would last a week. After that, divorce awaited her.

And as empty as she was, no plan came to her head. She had nothing now. Coming from a poor family previously, what was she even going to tell her people?

Because she cheated and gave birth to an omega male, she would be disowned—branded with premium shame.

It was the sitting room. Plans were being made for how the week would go. Instructions were being given on how everyone was to act and pose. But someone wasn’t getting her role, and it was the wife of the family.

Her fate was sealed. Knowing Alessandro was already planning on disposing of her, she grew desperate—desperate enough to want him back.

"Don’t do this. I can give you everything you desire. I worked hard on your fame and money. You can’t do this to me."

Celeste spoke back, still down on her knees. She rubbed her palms together in apology and began to cry.

This shouldn’t be her reward. It couldn’t be.

Alessandro grinned and widened his legs before sighing.

"You sure are a whore, woman. What do you want to give me that I can’t already have? Is it your wide hole?"

He laughed cruelly, while Dorothy—sitting comfortably on the couch opposite—laughed just as hard, finding Celeste’s misery amusing, almost pathetic.

Celeste bowed her head in shame. The sting made her grimace as she tasted her dignity being crushed further into the floor like it was nothing—all because of Alessandro and Daniel.

How she wished her hands could land on that son of hers who had ruined her entire life. This was all his fault.

"Am I more than you think? Sex isn’t the only thing a woman can offer. Please, my king, don’t do this to me..."

Celeste stooped even lower, not minding as she massaged his ego.

Dorothy grimaced. What a shameful thing. As a woman, Celeste was a disgrace. How could she say such things because of what?

Money.

Protection.

It was an utter disgrace to womanhood. Dorothy eyed her bitterly, struggling—and failing—to control her anger.

"Oh, Almighty feminist," Alessandro sneered. "When you were running your mouth like a shower, you didn’t know you were more than what you could offer?"

He shoved her heavily. She collapsed onto the floor with a loud thud, her butt aching painfully.

"The divorce papers are ready. I know people like you want them just to get my riches, but I transferred everything to my mother’s account."

He grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her face close to his.

"So you, whore, are getting nothing."

He spat on her face and shoved her down one final time.

Celeste looked at Angelo and Liliana, but as usual, neither spared her a glance. She staggered to her feet and stood before them.

"So you’re all turning a blind eye because of what he promised you?" she scoffed. "Prince and princess treatment?"

She turned to Liliana and cackled.

"And you, Liliana—we both know you’re useless now." 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

Her laughter grew louder.

"You’re goods to be bargained and sold in this household for more wealth. You’re useless to him. So don’t feel proud. As long as your precious lily is damaged, you’re damaged goods too. I guess I should thank Daniel—he ruined your life so well."

Alessandro’s eyes darkened. He rushed forward to slap her, but she dodged and spat out more venom.

"Lastly, we all know arranged marriage is what awaits you both. Or worse—breeding tools. Who knows?"

She smirked.

"And remember, some old man will get one of you. I won’t be here to defend you anymore, suckers."

She turned to leave when a powerful punch crashed into her jaw.

Celeste cried out as she staggered backward, hitting her head against the couch, narrowly missing the gold-like table.

She clutched her chest, her other hand holding her bleeding mouth and aching jaw.

"Thank your gods you missed that table," Alessandro said coldly. "Because I actually wanted you dead so badly, you cunt. But it’s not your time yet."

He leaned closer, his voice lethal.

"I still need you this week. And remember—if you say anything that ruins my political ambition, oh Celeste, you don’t want me to attack you. If I come with the full beast in me, you will gag to death."

With that, he turned and walked out stylishly, four guards following behind him.

Moments later, the two younger ones walked away too, their minds heavy with what their mother had said. Together, they reached the staircase leading to their rooms.

Liliana finally spoke once they were out of earshot.

"I shouldn’t have kept quiet..."

She looked worried, but Angelo didn’t reassure her. His thoughts were on his own life now.

Daniel’s absence had somehow made everything worse.

Yes, he was happy the properties and inheritance would come to him—but with his father aspiring to be a politician, it meant constant monitoring. His secrets could be exposed.

And if Alessandro ever found out that his other son was also part of the club he despised the most...

Disownment would be the least of it. He could be harmed.

These days, his father was growing more violent.

Who knew? Murder didn’t seem impossible.

"I don’t care about her, Lily," Angelo sneered. "As far as I’m concerned, she’s not my mother. She can go fuck herself."

He walked ahead, leaving her behind.

At the passageway, they separated, each heading to their own room.

Angelo entered through a silver door.

His room was wide, spacious, and beautifully finished—befitting the heir and head of the family. It was meant to be Daniel’s once, but Alessandro had seized it and given it to him.

Everything was neat, flawless, filled with the scent of cherry blossoms—his favorite flower. The room mirrored him perfectly: controlled, spotless, obsessed with order.

He despised dirt with passion.

"Fuck!"

He fell back onto the bed, staring at the ceiling.

Why? Just why?

The pressure was too much. Sometimes, he felt like he couldn’t handle it. Like he was suffocating amid all this horror.

He wanted this life—he really did. But as days turned into months, and months into years, he found himself missing Daniel.

The brother he once hated.

Despite their father’s favoritism toward Angelo, despite abandoning Daniel, Daniel still shined.

Smart.

Cunning.

Talented.

A genius.

And damn—gorgeous.

Graceful in ways Angelo and Liliana weren’t.

Jealousy had twisted Angelo then. Every mistake Daniel made, he ran to tell Alessandro. Punishment followed—rage, screams, and that cabinet.

Locked away like storage.

Until PTSD grew into deep trauma.

He had ruined Daniel’s life out of jealousy.

Now Daniel was probably free somewhere, living his life—unaware that his body had been found in a ditch.

"Fuck this life..."

Angelo grabbed his phone, scrolling through apps before opening Grindr. Making sure his door was locked, he searched nearby profiles until one caught his eye.

Charles McCall.

Sexy. Gorgeous. Exactly his type.

He slid into his DMs, heart racing.

"I don’t hook up," the reply came, "but damn, I’m horny too. Just this once, then we call it a day."

Angelo nearly jumped. He quickly sent the hotel location and exhaled deeply.

This would help him blow off steam before the dinner night at exactly 10 p.m.

As he exited the app, a notification flashed.

Famous billionaire husband and social media stunner Daniel Lancaster found dead in a ditch.

"Shit... shit... shit..."

Angelo dropped to the edge of the bed in shock.