Help! the four Alpha's are obsessed with me.-Chapter 171 Life in the Lancaster home I

3 weeks later...

It was a week before the New Year celebration, and the Lancaster family estate was buzzing with preparations despite the scandal booming across New York City.

Once again, his son had done it again. Daniel Lancaster was the only topic discussed online in every corner of the internet, and this time Alessandro was beginning to get irritated—but there was nothing he could do. Ever since Daniel had been recorded giving birth, the world refused to move on.

Something that puzzled even Alessandro himself.

He wanted to see it for himself but never got the chance, because Daniel mysteriously vanished. Not only that—a dead body believed to be his was found dumped in a ditch. He was now officially confirmed dead.

Alessandro knew something wasn’t right. Somehow, Daniel had been killed. And at the exact moment he had given birth? Wasn’t that timing too perfect?

Still, he didn’t allow it to pull him down. As always, he focused on his yearly routine—organizing a grand dinner party where colleagues, families, and friends would gather to eat, drink, and get merry. At least, that was the goal.

"That shouldn’t be there, you fool! Can’t you do something right even after I’m paying you so much to make this place look its best?" Alessandro roared at the designer in charge of the chairs and tables.

The woman blinked in confusion, unsure of what she had done wrong. The colors—peach and white—were exactly what had been chosen for the party. So why all the fuss?

"Sir, this is what was chosen for me to use. It wasn’t my decision," she defended herself, not knowing that her words only enraged him further. Alessandro preferred defenseless, shivering humans—ones he could use and discard at will—not people who dared to speak back.

He stormed closer, glaring at a particular table before forcefully yanking off the delicate design and tearing it apart harshly.

"So who gave you the order to use this cheap design?" he barked, his pheromones flooding the air with crushing pressure, all directed at her.

She staggered back, trying to explain that she had only wanted to satisfy the family’s expectations. But trying to explain was different from actually explaining—because just as she opened her mouth, a deafening slap landed hard on her cheek, stunning her completely.

"Sir—what was that for...?" she demanded, shock written all over her face.

Another slap followed. Then another. And another. Until she collapsed onto the floor, landing on her butt as tears spilled freely.

"What did I do wrong, sir?" she cried, rubbing her swollen cheeks, struggling to hide her sobs.

"You’re opening that maggot-infested mouth to ask what you did?" Alessandro scoffed, frowning like a man who hadn’t slept in a year.

"Who gave you the order to give me the best? And who is the head of this fucking house, you pussy?" he screamed, making the other servants flinch.

Every worker in this house lived in embarrassment, disgrace, or pain. Remaining whole was a miracle.

People dreaded applying for work at the Lancaster estate. You could lose your life here and no one would care. You might be sexually assaulted, abused, brutally injured—or worse. No one had officially been murdered in the house yet, but fear ruled everything.

There was only one rule if you wanted to survive:

If Alessandro was around, don’t cross him.

If he talked, stay quiet.

Sometimes he got angry if you didn’t reply—so apologize. Do everything to tame him.

But often, nothing worked. When that happened, it was better to accept your fate silently. Arguing only made it worse.

"Am I talking to myself? I asked who gave you the order!" His voice rose to a dangerous pitch. The situation was spiraling—everyone knew the woman was doomed.

"It’s my fault," she whispered desperately. "I accept my mistake. Please... be merciful."

Alessandro’s eyes burned at her words.

"Remove your filthy hands from my body! You stink of poverty," he roared. "How dare you touch someone like me and expect what—a hug?"

The servants had lost all hope for her now. If she escaped unscathed, it would be a miracle worthy of Thanksgiving.

Alessandro kept shouting until the sharp sound of heels cut through the tension. The servants stiffened even more.

Like mother, like son—the woman who always manipulated the head of the house had arrived. Everyone believed Alessandro was under her control, at least to some extent.

"Son, what’s going on here?" she demanded, eyes sweeping the scene before landing on the girl with pure disdain.

Alessandro suddenly smiled.

The sight alone shocked everyone. No one had ever seen his lips curve so radiantly.

"He can smile..." a maid whispered before being harshly shushed.

"Do you want to join her?" another servant hissed. "They’ll hear you and make you a scapegoat."

Silence fell instantly. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

"This worthless thing disrespected me," Alessandro scoffed. "I want her punished so severely she’ll never forget it in her useless life."

The woman nodded calmly. "Ignore it, my man. You know who your mother is—I’ll handle it."

Alessandro smiled again, bowed slightly, and walked away, fixing his watch as he disappeared.

Once he was gone, the woman stepped closer and motioned for the girl to approach.

The girl tried to stand, but the woman stopped her.

"And who told you to get up?" she sneered. "Crawl to me like the dog you are."

The girl’s face paled. Humiliated, she obeyed, sobbing quietly as dozens of servants watched.

She crawled slowly until polished red heels appeared before her. Before she could look up, pain shot through her fingers—the woman crushed her hands beneath her heel without blinking.

"This is Madam Dorothy," she said coldly. "Anyone who goes against my son dies painfully."

She turned to the guards. "Drag her to the special center. One hundred strokes of the cane should calm her nerves."

The girl was hauled away screaming. The servants pitied her—but pity was dangerous here.

Speak, and you’d replace her.

Punishment would only be worse.

That was life in the Lancaster household.