After Three Years as a Deranged Alpha’s Sedative, I Faked My Death Chapter 11

After Three Years as a Deranged Alpha’s Sedative, I Faked My Death Chapter 11

By the next morning, the hurricane had passed. 

The sky over Key West was bright blue, and the 

sunlight was almost blinding. 

I sat in the courtyard, directing the workers as they 

replaced the shattered glass door. 

Several black Rolls–Royce Phantoms pulled up 

outside the hotel. 

The doors opened, and Mrs. Black stepped into 

the courtyard in a dark red suit, surrounded by 

bodyguards. 

I had not seen her in three years, and she had 

aged considerably. 

There was gray at her temples, and the wrinkles 

around her eyes had deepened, making it obvious. 

that she had spent the past three years cleaning 

up the consequences of her son’s breakdowns. 

The moment she saw me sitting there drinking 

coconut water, her expression twisted with shock, 

anger, and undisguised contempt. 

“Erin Carter.” 

She stopped in front of me. 

“So you really are alive.” 

I kept the straw between my lips and lazily raised 

my eyes. 

“Mrs. Black, it’s been a while. Are you in Key West for a vacation?” 

“Don’t pretend you don’t know why I’m here.” 

She slammed her palm against the table. 

“Do you have any idea what Adrian has been through for the past three years? Because of you, neither the Black family nor the entire pack has been able to function properly!” 

Her composure cracked. 

“He drove Selena into a psychiatric facility and became a complete madman himself. Black 

Group’s stock price has fallen thirty percent. 

because of his behavior, and the Pack Council has 

repeatedly demanded that he be removed as Alpha heir!” 

I raised an eyebrow. 

“So?” 

I set down the coconut and wiped my mouth with 

a tissue. 

“That sounds like an internal matter for the Black 

Pack. What does it have to do with someone who has been dead for three years?” 

For a moment, she had no answer. 

She could only take a deep breath and force herself to calm down. 

Then she pulled a checkbook from her Hermès 

handbag, wrote down a number, and slapped the 

check onto the table. 

“Five million dollars.” 

Mrs. Black spoke again in the commanding tone 

of the pack’s matriarch. 

“Adrian came looking for you last night, didn’t he? 

Where is he?” 

Her eyes hardened. 

“Take the five million, hand him over to me, leave 

the United States immediately, and stay out of his 

life forever.” 

My eyes lit up the moment I saw the 

five–million–dollar check. 

Every time the Black family made me an offer, the 

amount was higher than the last. 

I stood immediately and accepted the check with 

both hands. 

After carefully confirming that it was genuine, I slipped it into my pocket and gave her my most professional smile.. 

“I accept your terms. He’s in the storage room 

behind the hotel, and you can take him whenever you like.” 

I smiled more brightly. 

“I promise I’ll leave for the Maldives tomorrow, and 

you’ll never see me again.”