Help! the four Alpha's are obsessed with me.-Chapter 188 Company is mine...

Angelo kept begging, holding Daniel’s hands and trying to plead his case, which only made Daniel more uncomfortable.

"Boy, know your place. Understand that we aren’t brothers anymore—didn’t you all disown me? You came online declaring I was a false son, that my mom cheated. So what changed now?" Daniel demanded.

"Why ask the fake son for help?" He walked around, inspecting the young man.

"I’m sorry for that, Daniel, but I wasn’t in my right mind then. Desperate situations call for cooperation, and I’m sure you need my help as much as I need yours," Angelo spoke fearlessly.

"Wow, so now you’re a strategist? Who told you I needed your help? As you can see, I was handling things well before you interfered. You’d better return to your sweet family before I tell my man there to finish you off." Daniel glared and hissed.

Angelo knew this wasn’t going to be easy. His brother wasn’t the person he used to be—he was different now—but Angelo still wanted to try his luck.

He couldn’t stay a house slave and rot there, forced to marry that ugly woman or become an instrument—a singer his father could use to milk cash. He refused to let that be his fate in this cursed setting.

Daniel observed Angelo carefully. This young man was the one preventing him from entering the mansion—and he could also be the key to his plan, especially with the way he had the wretched old hag groveling. She was littering the scene with panic, her family crumbling before her eyes, helpless to stop it. How comical.

"Oh, and do you perhaps have an interest in anyone?" Daniel asked.

Angelo’s eyes sparkled as he remembered a certain beauty he couldn’t get off his mind after visiting before the event. But given how he’d acted, would the young man ever forgive him?

"Yeah... someone like that. I think his name is Charles McCall—" He didn’t finish before Daniel staggered. Even Draven’s eyes flew straight to the speaker.

Wait—was there another Charles, or was he talking about my Charles? Like, Charles, my best friend?

Draven boiled inside. This asshole was crushing on his friend? Was he mad? And how could Charles have entangled himself with such a walking red flag? What could have happened?

Before Daniel could speak, he noticed a shadow slipping past the pillar. The old hag had heard enough and was already leaving to wreak more havoc. Good—he only needed her to hear that much. Now that she was gone, he could say what he’d been itching to, but Draven beat him to it.

The enraged man rushed forward and gripped Angelo’s collar, pressure tightening.

"Don’t you dare do anything to that innocent young man, or I’ll make stew out of you and leave you butchered in a deep gutter with your intestines out," Draven growled.

Angelo, already lost in his own imagination, trembled at both the threat and the gruesome image forming in his mind.

"You... know him?" he stuttered, shaking.

Draven shook his head sharply. "Charles is my friend, so keep your playboy hands off him. You don’t deserve someone as pure as him, you dirtbag." Draven spat, and Angelo suddenly felt hollow.

He deeply regretted telling this group his troubles—now it was public. That was a major mistake.

"Pardon my error. Let me return, since you all can’t help me—only criticize as if you’re any better." Angelo clapped back, making a U-turn, but Daniel dragged him back with a heavy grip.

"Don’t talk to me that way. I am still your brother!" Daniel commanded.

Angelo smiled, though it was frozen and lifeless. "Now you accept me as your brother, after rejecting me earlier? Since you’re of no use, let me go face my fate—marry her or be ruined. Running away is useless."

He turned and walked away, feet dragging, palms hanging limp. His body felt heavy, and his mind flooded with childhood misfortunes. Everything he’d done to Daniel back then was because all their parents’ attention was always on the little one.

Every time: "Daniel, you’re a star... a smart one, the smartest. The singer of our generation, a royal, a leader." That was all he ever heard. After every session, his father compared their academic performance, praising Daniel’s perfect scores—a feat no other student had matched to date.

Angelo was seen as dumb—always the dumb brother. Compared to Daniel, he was mid, not attractive or stunning. Daniel was seen as a doll. If only they knew what Daniel endured behind closed doors.

Mr. Lancaster loathed the boy for that graceful demeanor—not the rough masculinity men were known for. Angelo’s sister, whom he thought was on his side, ended up following in Daniel’s footsteps, leaving Angelo an outcast in his own home.

But things changed over the years, especially after that fateful night. Daniel was supposed to perform but didn’t attend due to punishment. Angelo remembered Daniel never came back that day. He later heard Daniel spent weeks in the hospital before returning—and then Mr. Alessandro Lancaster turned against him.

Calling him a loser, the one who destroyed their family’s reputation. Only their mother sided with him; everyone else turned against Daniel overnight without explanation. Even Lily didn’t speak up. Today, Angelo couldn’t help but wonder what really happened that night to change his father’s attitude toward Daniel.

Back in reality, he realized no matter what, he would always be Daniel’s shadow—and the motherfucker wasn’t going to help anyway. For some reason, they never talked, never played together as children, and definitely never ate close to each other. If he remembered correctly, this was the first real conversation he’d had with his brother in years—and he still got rejected.

He reached the mansion elevator, entered, and leaned against the wall as it ascended, his thoughts drifting away.

"I’m going to end up miserable forever, aren’t I? All of our family will end that way. Is that our doom for being such asses?" Angelo let out a bitter laugh.

The elevator stopped at the huge passageway separating the exit from the main entrance to the sitting room. Walking in with his head down, he halted as he felt eyes on him.

The whole family was gathered in the sitting room. Lily sat silently while Dorothy stood leading the discussion. Distant relatives—most of whom Angelo didn’t recognize—filled the chairs, and he already despised them.

He could feel their judgmental stares, some likely wondering why he hadn’t defended his father when he was being accused so blatantly.

Those malicious gazes made him clench his fists. And to think his grandmother was now in charge of the household—it would be a complete nightmare.

"Thank God you’re back. As you can see, we’re discussing your wedding taking place this coming weekend. Right, Beatrice?" Dorothy turned toward the young woman standing beside the chairs, sipping juice calmly.

This weekend? Just four days away. Were they kidding him?

"Your father will be released, but before that happens, we can’t let our family business fall apart. So I am taking over. To ensure our business stays strong, your marriage to Beatrice is necessary—and everyone here agrees. Angelo, I think it’s time you start getting to know your future bride." Dorothy smiled.

Angelo kept a deadpan expression. What’s there to smile about? He glanced at his sister and saw her thoughts were far away. Maybe she was being shipped off, too. At least he wasn’t the only one suffering.

"Really? Dad got arrested with Mom, and instead of fighting for their release, you’re here taking over the company? Is that how greedy you are?" Angelo spat.

At once, the door slammed open. Guards stationed at the sides had daggers held to their throats by Adrian.

"Who is that?" an elderly woman asked her partner, watching as Daniel marched in, his demeanor commanding all attention, flanked by his two men.

"And why is there a family meeting without the other son? How stupid," Daniel grinned.

Dorothy turned white with anger. That leech wants to die so badly.

"Daniel, don’t anger me. You were disowned, remember? So get lost," Dorothy fired.

Daniel nodded, eyes twinkling, before he began clapping and giggling. "Goodness, that was sweet, Oldie. But sit your old ass down and listen before I push you down. Your days are over—let the young take over before you fall and die." Daniel winked, and Draven and Xylander couldn’t help but laugh aloud.

"So, before I continue—these are my husbands. And about that company: no one is taking over anything... because it’s now mine."

Immediately, a shattering silence washed over the room.