Chapter 5

Caleb Sterling didn't hire a housekeeper for me, so I had to buy groceries and cook every day.

The next day, on my way home from the studio with groceries, a necklace in a display window caught my eye.

The plaque below it read: “Deep Sea Pearl,” Designer: Julian Blackwood.

My breath hitched.

That was *my* "Deep Sea Pearl" design from college.

My fingers trembled as I pressed them against the glass.

“Well, well, if it isn’t the Blackwood family’s outcast son?”

“Hit rock bottom, have you? Looking at Julian’s designs, are we?”

I turned around to see a few of Julian Blackwood’s Alpha friends walking towards me.

They blocked my path.

“Get lost,” I said, my gaze icy.

“A plagiarizing scum still acting tough?”

The moment he spoke, the group, without another word, grabbed me and started dragging me towards the restroom.

I struggled with all my might, but an Omega’s strength is no match for an Alpha’s, especially when it’s several Alphas.

In the chaos, my gaze fell upon a black Maybach parked by the roadside.

The window was half-down, and Caleb Sterling was sitting inside, watching everything with a cold, expressionless face.

I looked to him for help, but he simply rolled up the window.

Of course. He didn't love me. Why would he save me?

They dragged me into the restroom, and the door slammed shut.

They stripped me naked.

They recorded me from every humiliating angle.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, they had their fill and left.

I cleaned myself up in the restroom before coming out. The Maybach was gone.

I returned home. Laughter drifted from the living room. Caleb Sterling was having a party with friends.

He truly didn't care that I had been abused.

I didn't dare look up at Caleb Sterling. I just wanted to escape to my room as quickly as possible.

Just as I was about to go upstairs, I heard a pained yet familiar sound from behind me.

I turned to look. An Alpha was holding up his phone, and the flashing images on the screen made me tremble.