The Heiress Spoiled by Four Brothers and One Devilish CEO-Chapter 169 ’Lover’s Link’ Sorcery Worm

Hearing footsteps approach, Megan quickly jumped back into bed.

A maid in her fifties walked in with a bowl of herbal soup. "Miss, sir told me to give you this medicine."

"I’m not sick." Megan frowned. "What kind of medicine is that?"

"It’s supposed to boost your immunity."

Listening to the obvious lie, Megan pressed her lips together tightly. God knows what that stuff actually was.

When the maid tried to force her jaw open, Megan kicked her hard, sending her sprawling onto the floor. "Get out!"

The bowl hit the pricey Persian rug and splashed everywhere. The maid looked terrified, then scrambled to the bathroom to grab a cloth and carefully clean up the mess.

"Miss, please just cooperate. If you keep resisting, we’ll be done for." The maid started crying. "If we mess up, sir will turn us into monsters."

Megan’s eyes flickered. "Just tell him I drank it. When I get out of here, I’ll take you with me."

For a moment, the maid’s eyes lit up with hope, but it didn’t last long. Her expression darkened again. "There’s no way out. Guards are watching everything. Cameras are everywhere except this room. Please stop fighting him, I can tell he really cares for you."

Megan stared at her. "Are you under his poison too?"

The maid nodded. "All of us are. We step out of line, and we bleed out through our orifices."

Megan lowered her gaze. Karl was a real monster. Cruel, manipulative, and he treated lives like dust. Guys like him belong behind bars.

Yeah, he gave her a second chance at life—but that’s a totally different story.

She looked back up. "Why don’t we help each other? You don’t want to keep living in fear, right? I’ll try to get the antidote from him for you, but in return, you help me get out of here."

The maid hesitated but finally nodded. "Alright."

"What’s in that medicine?"

"Muscle-softening powder. Sir doesn’t want you running, so he wants you weak."

Megan gave a soft grunt. "Do you know what kind of poisons are on that desk?"

The maid nodded with certainty. "I’ve been working with sir for almost five years. I’ve picked up quite a bit about those creepy bugs."

"What’s the ’Lover’s Link’ sorcery worm?"

The maid froze, then looked at her. "That’s the one sir made... especially for you and him."

In the study at Dreamscape Manor.

Tristan sat in the leather chair, eyes blank. Ash from the cigarette between his fingers had burned long, finally dropping into the ashtray already full of stubs.

He didn’t even smoke, but his nerves were on edge. Megan had been missing for three days.

He crushed out the cigarette and tapped the lighter against the ashtray.

His phone buzzed. He grabbed it immediately—it was Oliver.

"Any news?"

"Nothing. Like she vanished into thin air."

Tristan tightened his grip on the phone. He didn’t speak—just quietly hung up.

Another buzz. A new number flashed on the screen.

"Who is this?"

"The one you’ve been dying to find."

Tristan narrowed his eyes slightly. "Where’s Megan?"

A chuckle came through the line, smug and mocking. "She’s mine now. Still want her?"

"What do you want?"

"Your head, obviously. But since Megan’s got a soft spot for you, I’ll let you live... for now." The man’s voice oozed sweet venom. "Don’t bother trying to trace me. Someone’s bringing you a sorcery worm. Swallow it, and I’ll send her back.""You better keep your word."

The man smirked, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "Of course. And don’t forget to send me a video of it to this number."

Not long after, Zeta Prime burst into the study, its mechanical arm clutching a small bottle. "Master, someone just dropped this off. There’s a gross-looking bug inside."

Tristan reached for it, and Zeta Prime placed it gently into his palm.

"What is this thing?"

Nova Tech rushed in, her face pale with alarm. "That’s the Heart-Eater sorcery worm! Once it kicks in, it’ll chew through the heart like it’s nothing!"

Tristan switched his phone to video mode, uncapped the bottle, and the creepy little insect zipped out.

As Nova Tech lunged to catch it, Tristan held her back. "This is the only way to save Megan."

Both Zeta Prime and Nova Tech froze, stunned.

They stayed silent, just watching as the sorcery worm crawled straight into Tristan’s nose.

Once the video was done, he closed the phone and sent it to the number. One more call to it—disconnected.

"Master, are you feeling anything weird?" Zeta Prime asked, worried. "Scans show a dark spot near your heart. That thing’s already there."

Tristan waved them off, motioning for them to leave.

He tangled his fingers in his hair, closed his eyes, and let his thoughts drift to the woman he couldn’t stop thinking about. Was she okay?

Miles away, the woman he missed—Megan—was staring at a video on her phone, trembling all over. Her eyes burned with rage as she glared at Karl’s sinister smile. "What did you do to him, Karl?!"

Karl’s lips curled. "I told you, I’d keep him alive. But if you want to stay by his side, I have to make sure you don’t leave mine."

"I want to see him!" Megan’s lips were pale, her voice shaking. "He’s already poisoned. Do you still think I can escape?"

"When?" he asked.

"Now. Immediately."

Karl clenched his fist. "I’ll think about it."

And with that, he left the room.

Megan broke down, covering her face as she sobbed. She’d rather it be her suffering. Last life, Tristan had died for her. This life, he was threatening death again to protect her.

She just wanted to see him, to hold him tight and never let go.

But that was only wishful thinking. Karl didn’t come back until the night before her birthday.

He wore a sleek black coat, handed her a matching dress. "Put this on."

Seeing that he didn’t turn around, she didn’t hesitate and took off her dress right in front of him.

Suddenly, Karl pulled her—half-dressed—into his arms. He buried his face in her neck, breathing in her scent, voice deep and smooth. "I’ll pick you up at midnight. After tonight, you’ll be twenty. And I want every moment after that to be mine. Remember, if you dare get intimate with him... he’ll die."

His breath grew heavier. "Megan, I love you. Tomorrow, you’ll be completely mine."

Megan shoved him away, eyes full of pure hatred. "I hate you!"

He chuckled lowly, like a cello in the dark. "That’s okay. My love’s enough for both of us."

Karl finally let go and walked off. "I’ll be waiting outside."

Megan took a deep breath, then changed into the dress. She threw on the coat and stepped out.

As she walked out of the house, she looked up. Snowflakes danced quietly from the dark sky.Tears traced down her cheeks, slipping into her hair by her ear. "Tristan, I’m here."