After Three Years as a Deranged Alpha’s Sedative, I Faked My Death Chapter 12

After Three Years as a Deranged Alpha’s Sedative, I Faked My Death Chapter 12

Mrs. Black looked at me as though my concern for 

money alone made her sick. 

She made no effort to hide her disgust. 

“Adrian never saw you for what you truly are, and I 

can’t believe he would ever fall for a woman who cares about nothing but money.” 

She turned toward the bodyguards. 

“Go around back and bring him out.” 

The men had barely taken a few steps when the storage room door was kicked open from the 

inside. 

Everyone recoiled in alarm. 

Adrian gripped the doorframe and slowly made 

his way out. 

His black shirt had dried overnight, wrinkled and 

clinging to his body, with fish scales stuck all over 

1. it. 

With his heightened sense of smell, the 

overpowering seafood stench made his face. 

tighten in visible discomfort. 

The wound on his neck had scabbed over, and his 

dress pants were torn at the knees. 

Although his injuries had begun to heal, they still 

looked severe. 

Fish scales, grime, and dried blood covered his 

body, leaving no trace of the dignity expected of 

an Alpha heir. 

“Adrian!” 

Mrs. Black’s eyes instantly reddened when she 

saw the condition her son was in. 

She hurried toward him in her heels and reached 

out to support him. 

“How did you end up like this? How dare that 

woman lock you in a storage room! Come home 

with me. I’m taking you to the hospital.” 

“Don’t touch me!” 

Adrian knocked her hand away and stared straight 

at me. 

There was no anger in his scarlet eyes. 

There was only a disturbing mixture of obsession 

and despair. 

He had clearly heard the entire conversation 

between Mrs. Black and me. 

He had heard me agree to hand him over without hesitation in exchange for five million dollars. 

Dragging his injured leg, he slowly walked toward 

1. me. 

“Five million.” 

His voice was so hoarse it was barely audible. 

“Erin, am I only worth five million dollars to you?” 

I nodded without hesitation. 

“That’s already a generous price. In your current condition, you’d be difficult to sell even on the 

secondhand market.” 

Adrian suddenly laughed. 

The smile on his face was stiff and filled with 

pain. 

Then he turned toward Mrs. Black, who was 

staring at him in shock. 

“Mother.” 

She froze. 

For the past three years, he had almost never 

addressed her so calmly. 

“Go home.” 

His voice was frighteningly composed. 

“I’m not leaving. Have you lost your mind?” Mrs. 

Black shrieked. 

“She sold you for five million dollars! She doesn’t love you. All she wants is the Black family’s 

money!” 

“I know.” 

Adrian cut her off and turned back to me as the 

obsessive look returned to his eyes. 

“I know she loves money, so I’ll buy myself back.” 

He pulled a stack of water–warped documents 

from his trouser pocket and spread them across 

the stone table with trembling hands. 

They were equity transfer agreements and asset 

gift agreements. 

“Erin.” 

He pointed at the papers. 

“These include a forty–five percent controlling stake in Black Group, along with every property I 

own in New York, Washington, D.C., and overseas.” 

His fingers trembled over the pages. 

“My trust funds, private jets, and yachts are 

included as well.” 

He looked at me without blinking. 

“It also includes all the personal assets I own as 

the future Alpha, but none of the communal 

property belonging to the pack.” 

His voice dropped to a rasp. 

“Altogether, they’re worth approximately fifty 

billion dollars.” 

He pushed the documents toward me. 

“I signed everything before I came to find you, so 

the moment you add your signature, all of it 

becomes yours.” 

No one in the courtyard spoke. 

Mrs. Black’s eyes widened in disbelief. 

She could not believe he was truly willing to do 

this. 

“Adrian, do you understand what you’re doing? 

Those assets were built by generations of the 

Black family!” 

She lunged forward and tried to seize the 

documents. 

Adrian snapped his head toward her and released 

a burst of Alpha pressure, stopping her in her 

tracks. 

“Get out!” 

Every bodyguard immediately lowered his head, 

and not one of them dared to step forward. 

“What do the Black family’s assets have to do with 

me? I’m willing to give up my life, so why would I care about a pile of paper?” 

He shielded the documents and looked at me 

again, his eyes filled with nothing but desperate pleading. 

“Erin. Fifty billion dollars. Let me stay by your side. I don’t need a title, and I don’t need you to love me.” 

His voice shook. 

“I can be your security guard, your cleaner, or your dog. Whatever you tell me to do, I’ll do it. Just don’t 

send me away. 

He dropped to his knees again and gripped the 

edge of the table with both hands until his 

knuckles turned white. 

“Please take me in.”