Help! the four Alpha's are obsessed with me.-Chapter 197 Burnt paper

Draven watched the clock ticking, acutely aware that he was in deep, serious shit. Not only was Daniel’s patience hanging by a thread, but Xylander was visibly fuming. Explaining why he had seemingly turned on them to support his father was going to be a massive ordeal.

He had known this would happen—that Beatrice would dig into their lives. Who else but that obsessed bitch would go so far as to investigate whether he was legally married or not? The thought made him sick to the bone, enraged that his useless family still believed they held any shred of control over him.

Preventing Daniel from slapping his father had been a calculated move. Draven didn’t want his love to soil his hands on that excuse of a man; this was his battle, and he would handle it his own way.

"And who do you want me to marry?" Draven asked, playing the role of the respectful son to perfection.

Daniel felt his body turn rigid at the question. He nearly stumbled back, but Xylander caught him, gripping his waist firmly to hold him steady.

"Draven!!" Daniel tried to protest, but Draven raised a hand mid-air, silencing him instantly.

"I said, leave this to me..." Draven repeated. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught the smirk growing on his mother-in-law, Dorothy.

This was all a ploy. His family wanted Beatrice for her riches, and Dorothy was just as desperate. They were all circling like vultures, ready to do anything to secure the bag.

"Oh, sweetheart... my son," Mrs. Swift cooed, stepping close to pat Draven’s back. "Look at Beatrice. What does she not have? She has every quality a man could want. Why disappoint your family to marry a flat-assed man? What can a man give you that a woman couldn’t?"

As she made her pitch, Draven noticed Dorothy becoming agitated. To him, his mother’s words weren’t a plea; they were an irritating, hollow speech.

"Excuse me, people! Beatrice is getting married to Angelo," Dorothy chimed in sharply. "This marriage was long dead, so why bring up old wounds?"

Angelo stood there like a piece of merchandise being bargained over. His life had become a complete joke, and the realization was written all over his face. Draven watched the poor guy shiver; Angelo was caught in the same shackles Draven had occupied years ago, unable to break free.

"And who planned that marriage? We don’t want your son, so leave him out of this," Lady Bradford deadpanned. Dorothy, nearly dying of shame, stood there gaping.

They were in Dorothy’s home, arguing about marriage, when her original plan had been to use Beatrice to get revenge on Draven and Daniel. Now, she realized she was still being played. When her eyes met Draven’s, he didn’t offer a smirk; he gave her a cunning, knowing look.

Daniel and Xylander weren’t actually angry—they were playing the game, too. Dorothy thought she was winning until these wretched people ruined her plan by speaking their minds. She never really stood a chance, did she?

Draven saw the realization dawn on Grandma Dorothy. She had predicted his game, but only partially. No one—not even the devil himself—could fully guess the move he and Daniel were about to make.

"Hmm. Everyone, stop. You want me to marry Beatrice and divorce Daniel? Fine. I’ll do it," Draven agreed completely.

"What is he doing?" Dorothy wondered, baffled. Was this still part of the plan? She looked at Daniel and saw his face had turned white, shimmering with an emotion she couldn’t quite place. Xylander maintained his betrayed expression, though his eyes remained locked with Draven’s in a silent, private communication.

"Are you serious? Just like that?" Mrs. Swift was caught off guard. She hadn’t expected him to fold so easily. Was their "true love" just a joke? No man truly in love would agree to marry another so quickly.

"Oh, I see. You want to taste a nice pussy after drilling a cold ass for so long, isn’t it?" Her vile words stung, and Daniel looked ready to snap and end the drama right there, but Draven kept control.

"Oh mother, you flatter me," Draven smiled. Beatrice, standing aside, nearly lost her footing when Draven looked at her. It was official: she was completely obsessed. Who could blame her? Draven’s young face was adorable, and his red hair made her a total simp. She loathed Daniel with a passion because, in her mind, no man deserved a prize like Draven.

"Okay, let’s get this document over with," Draven said, taking the papers. Then, he asked a strange question: "How long did it take to process this official document?"

His mother looked at him with a feigned sadness. "It took a month, and it was so damn expensive. Thankfully, Lady Bradford funded it."

Hearing that, Draven’s smile sharpened. "So you’re literally her slave then, isn’t it?"

The sudden shift took his mother aback, especially after he had been so accepting moments before. Having the papers in hand, Draven simply passed them to Daniel, who grinned.

"Oh darling, you’re so sweet. Let’s give this a befitting ending," Daniel said. Right before their eyes, Daniel struck a match and set the document ablaze.

Mrs. Swift screamed. "What the fuck! Stop that! Do you know how long that took?!"

Daniel immediately reached out, using his hand to muffle her. "There. Now you can save the world from the constant noise. I thought my ears were going to bleed." He laughed at his own comment while Mrs. Swift froze at the audacity.

"This is for our family! We need this marriage!" she uttered shamelessly.

Draven let out an awkward, pained laugh. His parents were still trying to rule his life without a single ounce of remorse. What kind of monsters were they? Did they ever care about his happiness?

"Too bad, Mom. I don’t give a fuck anymore. I’ve searched for a reason to spare you some forgiveness, but that’s in the past now. I hope a poverty-stricken lifestyle isn’t too hard for you, because that will be your place from now HENCEFORTH." 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

He spat the word "poverty" with such venom that his parents’ faces turned white as sheets.

"Now, do us the honors of leaving. Permanently," Daniel ushered them toward the door. "And as you’re leaving, know that I’m filing a restraining order. You won’t come within meters of us again, understand?"

Daniel thundered the command, and they nodded frantically.They knew the next time they crossed him, it wouldn’t be a lecture—it would be a long stay in prison.