CHAPTER 146: UNDER ARREST ( EMILIANO’S POV )

"So this is Lucrezia’s plan, huh?"

"I’ve told you everything! F-ck! Get out of here!"

So much noise coming from such a squashable bug.

He was still useful enough.

While I was doing my research, my mother seemed to have her own little plan. A bioweapon that will provoke a mass-murdering and a game of pointing fingers.

I can’t blame her too much. Maybe all that botox she kept injecting and dissolving finally got to her brain to think this would work.

Furthermore, that I will behave like a scapegoat.

Yet again, I might have been surprised by her plan and lost some points of credibility if I hadn’t known.

Well, good thing Killian has such a loose mouth. All those omegas filling it every night might have dislocated this jaw just enough.

Ever wonder why Akna Pharmaceuticals is so popular and loved? No, not their image or their charity, although I imagine simple civilians would think that since it is the sugar front of the company.

Akna Pharmaceuticals is popular because it has funds. Those funds were specifically dropped to this company for their high rank aphrodisiacs.

Personally, I think they are garbage.

I am sure Killian has more wrinkles in his brain than a monkey to produce something decent, but compared to my products?

It’s trash.

Utter, unrecyclable trash.

There are rumors about how their aphrodisiacs got tested.

And before Luther—

Well, Killian had an entirely different reputation.

I have never been the type to get into gossip, but I did do my research about my wife. His first meeting with Killian was rather entertaining.

Killian stepped into the restaurant reeking like he’d spent the last few hours rolling through a brothel. He was late—an hour late, to be exact—and judging by the way he smirked when he spotted Luther, he wasn’t sorry about it. His jacket was slung over one shoulder like he thought he was starring in some noir film, and his shirt collar was stained with lipstick.

My wife was already at the table. Perfect posture, calm expression. He had just finished eating. Not flustered, not annoyed, just ready to leave. He didn’t need to raise his voice or make a show. He just sat there, waiting for Killian to catch up to the reality of the situation.

"See you already ordered," Killian said, as if that were a surprise.

"Given how you are late," my wife replied evenly, "I trust you would be a gentleman and pay the bill."

"Hah. Cute. Why should I?"

"Well, this way you can sell a sad story to your aunt about how the man you were supposed to marry was mean to you, but you kept face for the good of the business."

That was it. He stood up, collected his bag, and left without waiting for a reply. No anger. No parting shot. Just a clean exit.

That was my wife—grace under pressure, always knowing exactly how much someone was worth and when they’d used up their time.

Yet Killian stopped him.

It’s unclear what their conversation was, but Killian was spotted with red eyes, barely breathing, spots of saliva in the corners of his mouth, panting and holding Luther.

Luther looked at him in disgust as the idiot still smirked.

A few days later than the failed date, Killian arrogantly showed up at Luther’s office, trying not only to make his business the main provider of secondary-gender care for the new parliamentary law ( the one that assures free health care for alphas and omegas ), but to convince Luther to fund his anti-poisonous omega pill.

Less to say, my wife collected a good deal on the meds and then threw him out and shamed him for the omega-pill.

Killian fell in love instantly.

Nonetheless, I can only imagine the rage my puppy would feel hearing about this plan. He would rip this idiot flesh to bone.

"How long until that plan is put in action?"

"About a week."

"Aha."

Well, I could destroy her reputation in less than three days.

I am still a bit curious about Killian’s situationship now.

I got up from my chair and walked over to where Killian was. He was lying on the floor, his body twitching and shaking in a way that looked like a seizure. His hands were stiff, and his breathing was fast and uneven. I knelt down next to him, keeping my movements calm and steady. His eyes were wide, but not really focused on anything.

I took a deep breath and stopped my pheromones. I could see a small change in him almost right away. His muscles didn’t seem as tight, and his breathing started to slow down. He was still shaking a little, but it wasn’t as bad as before. He was trying to breathe more deeply now, pulling in air like he hadn’t been able to a moment ago.

I stayed there next to him, keeping my body still and quiet. I didn’t touch him, didn’t say anything. I just watched and waited, making sure I wasn’t doing anything to make it worse. After a few seconds, I let out a small laugh—not because it was funny, but maybe just because the tension had started to fade a little.

He was still lying there, breathing hard, but the worst of it seemed to be over. I didn’t move yet. I didn’t know if it was really done. I just stayed there, watching him carefully, making sure he was coming back to normal.

"Killian, if I offered you freedom, would you take it?"

"What the f-ck are you talking about?"

"You hate Lucrezia, don’t you?"

"Why would that matter to you?"

"Hah."

Too much barking.

I give up.

My fault for wanting to do something nice for an idiot.

"Never mind. You deserve your fate!"

"I thought I smelled a rotten b-stard here!"

"Oh? Lucrezia, dear, long time no see! Last time we saw each other you were crawling towards me."

"This is trespassing!"

"How could it be? I am just catching up with my dear friend Killian! Congratulating him for the wedding and the baby!"

"Oh, how nice of you. Hope you didn’t mind, I did something nice too."

"Tell me all about it!"

Lucrezia stepped aside to let in a police officer, pointing a gun at me.

"Emiliano Sanchez, you are under arrest for housing and protecting a poisonous weed!"