Help! the four Alpha's are obsessed with me.-Chapter 156 Only the beginning!!

Nicole Shelton was pregnant.

Nicole fucking Shelton was pregnant.

It hit Daniel like a slap right across the face. And as usual, nobody was blamed except his husband. How delirious. He wasn’t that wicked, but if Nicole was truly pregnant, then she could go to the attic and leave her life there. Oh—scratch that—not even the attic. A dark gutter beneath the ground. That would be her new home if the rumor turned out to be true. But it was impossible. Xylander couldn’t do that.

Daniel’s face twitched at the part about Matt finding out where he lived. Truth be told, he wanted that bastard dead. What he did to them... to Alexander... how he must have butchered his lover—God, Daniel didn’t want to think about it.

Alex was alive. He knew it. Nothing would kill Alex. Not even death itself had that power over him.

His hands were on the pan as he cooked, deep in his thoughts, so distracted that he threw a raw plantain into hot oil without thinking. It splattered aggressively, drops flying, some pouring over his skin.

Daniel screeched and jumped back in terror.

Damn—that was hot.

Thank God he wasn’t too close to the gas cooker or the oil would’ve splashed over him completely. Imagine his skin peeling off—that would’ve been his utter nightmare.

Shifting aside, he grabbed a glove, removed the pan from the stove, and then started chopping carrots on the board. He forced his full attention onto them—he was not about to lose a finger. When the carrots were ready, he went back to cooking until the food was finally done.

Taking off his apron, he walked into the living room where Michael was supposed to be asleep—only to find him awake, watching a news report.

"Updates on the young billionaire’s imprisonment," the news anchor said. "Reports coming directly from the prison show that Xylander Wolfe has been released under mysterious circumstances and is now walking freely. Please note that this is not a legal process. It appears he was let go through bribery, and authorities are now moving to find him and give him the punishment he deserves."

Her fake bitch-ass smile made Daniel’s blood boil.

He was offended. Deeply. The tone she used when mentioning Xylander sounded like they were speaking about a hardened criminal. It was obviously a gang-up, and they had now summed everything into this stupidity that ran through all their veins.

"Now another issue being addressed is that of Daniel Lancaster’s fanbase. For whatever reason, his followers seem to be growing again, and now his fans are attacking every reporter involved in Xylander’s accusations, especially the slanderous ones. The government has issued a decree that if anyone publicly supports Daniel again, he or she will be traced and arrested."

Daniel stood there, mouth open.

The government? Were they insane? How the fuck did the government get involved now? Those useless bunch of people—couldn’t they let him have a moment of peace?

"What the fuck are they talking about? What about human rights? What about freedom?" Daniel snapped, rage rising through him.

Michael, surprised that Daniel was standing there, straightened—though painfully. Daniel could see the stiffness in his movements, the strain in his eyes and face. Daniel nearly rushed forward to hold him before he fell, but surprisingly, Michael didn’t collapse.

"Daniel, your fans may be helping your plans, but they’re too toxic," Michael said gently. "Look at the threats they’re sending—even to people who just thought Xylander was a criminal. They threatened to wipe them off the surface of the earth. That’s scary to a normal person, talk less of a teenager."

Michael tried to reason with him, but his words spun Daniel’s head faster and faster, each sentence hitting like a blow.

"Someone committed suicide for Christ’s sake," Michael went on. "What if that was their parents’ only child? This is bad, Daniel. You can’t repay evil with evil. And I might tolerate you hurting evil people, but the innocent? That’s too far."

Daniel knew Michael’s goodness would one day be a problem. Apparently, the time came much sooner than expected. Now he had to deal with lectures about morality—dreadful, infuriating ones.

"Michael, did I hurt anyone innocent? I don’t control what my fans do. They don’t even know I’m alive. No one knows," Daniel snapped.

Michael shook his head.

"And isn’t that exactly your plan? You’re manipulating all this—using fake comments from bot accounts, using a fake version of yourself to keep all the attention on that so people still think you’re alive. Daniel, this is risky. Dangerous. Deadly. Any of us could get caught in it."

Daniel swallowed hard, placed a hand on Michael’s shoulder.

"This is the only way I can take my revenge. Even the innocent fall under the consequences—it’s inevitable," he said softly, guiding Michael back to the couch.

"You know, Mike... your view of life and mine are totally different. You think mankind deserves another chance. But the public?" Daniel scoffed. "They’re trash cans. They receive whatever garbage is thrown at them. None of them are your friends. If you think you’ll find friends out there, then you’re a big fool."

He sighed.

"Don’t get me wrong—I’m not calling you a fool. Never. I just want to know what you see in them that makes you care so much, because honestly? I find it ridiculous."

He took a breath.

"As for me and Xylander—someone came one day to marry me, and suddenly I became loved and famous. The moment they found out I was an omega, the hatred started. I was despised for what? Being soft? Being a fragile male instead of embracing the toxic masculinity everyone worships as a standard? I still have loyal fans, sure—but how long will they stay? Another scandal tomorrow and they’ll all scatter. That’s the truth. It’s who they are."

Michael looked at him with deep concern.

Cindy, seated opposite them, watched the heated debate with something like tension mixed with longing.

Michael cupped Daniel’s cheeks, looking straight into his eyes.

"That’s wrong," he said softly. "I don’t believe everyone is as kind as they pretend to be, but I won’t let it define me. I can’t lose myself because of my issues. I won’t throw away my happiness because I’m in a tight situation."

He brushed his thumb across Daniel’s cheek.

"You’re beautiful, gorgeous, smart. Anyone can see you’ve been through worse—something that shaped you. But you’re losing yourself in the process. Slowly forgetting who you are. It’s not supposed to be like this. We can’t change the past, and we can’t predict the future. All we can do is hold onto the things that bring joy and fulfillment—not lose control."

He paused.

"But I do understand you. If I lived your life, maybe I’d think the same. I’m sorry—if I presented things wrong."

Daniel exhaled shakily.

"Yeah... we weren’t raised the same. You don’t know what it feels like to have horrible parents who never loved you. Even the little love I thought I had from my mom was fake. And my sister—the one who stayed with me—abandoned me. Curses me every day. Now they’ve come out publicly to destroy me."

Pain circled his beautiful face.

"Forgiveness is out of bounds. They ruined me, Michael. They tore me apart."

Daniel broke down again mentally, sobbing heavily.

He had a conscience. He felt bad for those hurt along the way. But he couldn’t stop. Revenge was the final shred of happiness he could take. Destroying the happiness of those who destroyed him—taking over the home they cherished—would be his victory. And his parents would kneel, crawl, beg, and cry... and he would show them no mercy.

Michael wrapped his arms around him, sighing softly.

"Our beliefs differ, Daniel. But one day, you’ll see that the best slap to your enemies is showing you don’t give a fuck." He paused. "But that’s not your way. I understand. I won’t judge you again."

"Good," Daniel murmured.

"So... what about the food? I’m feeling lightheaded," Michael complained weakly.

Daniel smirked and headed toward the kitchen.

A message popped onto his phone.

Cecelia’s brain had been blown out—video attached. Next was Gregor, getting whipped with a cow whip, the deadly kind.

"Remember to send all their death videos. I want to see their expressions in the last seconds. Tell them Daniel Morreti wishes them a good night out in hell," he sent back before strolling into the kitchen to get the food.

This was only the beginning.

With what he had planned, the whole of New York would shudder at his feet.