My older brother, Julian, desperate for the family inheritance, framed me for plagiarizing his jewelry design. I was expelled from school, disowned by my parents, and left to fend for myself on the streets. After graduation, Julian smoothly secured the inheritance. He then broke up with Caleb Sterling, the head of the powerful Sterling family, and moved abroad. “My younger brother likes you, and as an older brother, I shouldn’t take what my younger brother wants, so… I’m giving you back to him.” Julian used me as his excuse for the breakup. He even told Caleb that I had always been in love with him. Caleb hated me. He forced me to marry him, treating me like a stand-in, a plaything, unleashing all his rage on me. Under his prolonged torment, my scent gland was severely damaged, but he didn’t care. My parents acted as if I didn’t exist. Not until I was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s. Then, they begged me not to forget them. In the two years I was married to Caleb, I managed my heats solely with suppressants. But his ruts? He always sought me out to vent his frustrations. Julian wanted to break up with Caleb but didn’t want to offend the Sterling family. So he used me as a shield. He said, “My younger brother likes you, and as an older brother, I shouldn’t take what my younger brother wants, so… I’m giving you back to him.” That’s why Caleb believed I had meticulously planned their breakup. He forced me to marry him, tormenting me day and night. This torment happened countless times, yet I could never get used to it. I cried, tears blurring my vision, begging him to be gentler. But he sneered, humiliating me viciously, “Does it hurt? When you plagiarized Julian’s jewelry design, when you made Julian break up with me, did you ever imagine this day would come? And you still have the nerve to cry? That’s f***ing disgusting!” “I didn’t! It hurts so much…” I shook my head. I didn’t plagiarize Julian Blackwood’s jewelry design; it was *my* own design. I didn’t force him to break up with you either! None of this was my doing! I had explained it countless times, but Caleb Sterling never believed me… During my junior year of college, the school held a jewelry design competition. My parents declared that whoever, my brother or I, won the competition would inherit the family estate. To outsiders, it seemed like fair competition, but only I knew that my parents favored my brother. Since I was a child, barely forming my first memories, Mom always said I was just an accident, that she only ever planned to have Julian. If it weren’t for that accident, I would never have been born into this world. They favored Julian in everything, never considering my feelings. If Julian got even a minor scratch, they’d panic and rush him to the hospital. But if I scraped my knee and cried in pain, they’d just casually tell me, “Don’t be such a baby.” At Julian’s birthday parties, the outpouring of well wishes and the room full of gifts were things I could only dream of. … Bathed in their love and attention, Julian excelled academically and grew more outgoing. Meanwhile, due to my parents’ utter neglect, I gradually became silent and insecure, turning into what teachers and my parents called a troublemaker. Later, after Julian displayed an extraordinary talent for playing the piano, he forever became my parents’ pride and joy. In college, Caleb Sterling, the Alpha I’d loved for eight years, confessed his feelings to my brother. It seemed everything I cherished always ended up belonging to Julian. I only felt a pang of wistful admiration, never jealousy.
The day of the jewelry design competition, I didn’t even want to participate. But Julian approached me, urging me to join, saying it would be a fair competition. I gave in to his wishes and participated in the competition that would decide my future. But an accident happened. During the jewelry design presentation, my work and Julian’s were identical, even the name was the same: “Deep Sea Pearl.” I never expected Julian had already stolen my design sketches, just waiting for this moment. He threw the sketches into public view, accusing me of plagiarizing his work. My heart plummeted into an icy abyss. Countless mocking stares fell upon me. I was utterly humiliated in front of all the teachers, students, and my parents, losing the competition amidst their laughter. On the distant podium, Julian looked down at me, his lips forming a clear, silent word: “You lost.” Yes, I lost, losing everything. I wanted to run, but before I could even take a step, a bucket of icy water came splashing down from above. It was Julian’s friends. “A plagiarizing scum like him thinks he can compete? Noah Blackwood, don’t you have any shame?” Laughter erupted from the third-floor balcony. I looked up at their hypocritical smiles, feeling utterly sickened. Julian Blackwood would betray and frame his own brother just to get the family inheritance. This was the “brother” I’d called mine for twenty years. How utterly pathetic… I let out a cold, hollow laugh, my body trembling with sorrow.
After the competition, I stumbled home, utterly humiliated, only to be met with a barrage of curses from my parents. “Our Blackwood family has been in the jewelry business for generations, and we value integrity above all else!” “You actually plagiarized in the competition, and it was your own brother’s design! Aren’t you utterly mortified?!” Integrity? Who was really lacking integrity? I thought with a bitter laugh. “Mom, it wasn’t me…” I tried desperately to explain. “Julian copied *my* design, it was *him*! Not me!” “You still dare to argue! Julian has always been sensible, pure-hearted, how could he possibly do such a thing?” Dad, who had been silent, grabbed the ashtray from the table and hurled it at me. I dodged it, narrowly. I watched them comfort Julian, and suddenly I didn’t want to explain anymore. It was pointless; they wouldn’t believe me anyway. They only believed Julian. “We truly regret ever having you as a son!” Mom shrieked, pointing towards the front door. “Get out! Get out of here right now!” I said nothing more, turning to leave this suffocating place without hesitation, desperate to escape. As I stepped out the front door, I heard Julian fake-cry, “Mom, Dad, please don’t send Noah away. Maybe he was just confused for a moment…” “What nonsense are you talking about? He should have left ages ago,” Mom’s voice softened instantly. “My darling won the competition, what do you want to eat tonight? Mom will cook it for you.” Watching the ‘happy family’ of three, my heart began to ache. That didn’t belong to me. It never had. The school expelled me. My life, just like that, was ruined. A sharp sting. Caleb Sterling released me after he was done venting. The room was a disaster zone. I curled up on the bed, trembling uncontrollably. “Disgusting,” he sneered, looking at me with cold disdain. “Your scent is getting more and more repulsive!” My face was pale with pain. I just lay there, silently crying. He let go of me, dressed, and left. My scent gland was severely damaged. The doctor had warned me last month that if I kept using suppressants without an Alpha’s pheromones, I would completely lose all sense of pheromones. The final outcome would be a surgical removal of my scent gland, leaving me permanently disabled. I begged Caleb for just a little of his pheromones, even a tiny bit, but he said it was what I deserved. He also said he wouldn’t mark an Omega he didn’t love. I didn’t know how much longer my scent gland could hold out…
I showered and lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling. How did I end up in the Sterling family? After I was kicked out of my home and expelled from school, with no diploma, the only job I could find was working as a dishwasher at a diner. Being an Omega, and having a delicate appearance, I was constantly harassed. The head chef was a sleazy Alpha who always tried to grope me when no one was around. I chose to endure it, swallowing all my grievances, because I needed money, I needed to survive, and I needed to keep my newly opened jewelry design studio afloat. But one day, the chef got drunk and cornered me in the kitchen. He reached out and tore at my clothes. I fought back with all my might but was brutally slapped. My ears rang. The next day, the owner heard about my fight with the chef. He sided with the chef, gave me a month’s pay, and fired me. I used the money to see a doctor about my ear. The doctor told me my left ear was completely deaf. I didn’t care. As long as the other ear could hear, it was fine. The doctor also told me I had early-onset Alzheimer’s disease. “It’s quite rare for someone your age, but with consistent treatment, we might be able to slow its progression.” “Long-term psychological stress… can damage the hippocampus… increasing the likelihood of developing Alzheimer’s…” The doctor’s words echoed in my mind. I looked at the treatment sheet with words like “cognitive impairment” and “memory loss,” then tore the paper to shreds and threw it in the trash. Maybe forgetting everyone would be a blessing. Maybe then it wouldn’t hurt so much. When I left the hospital, I ran into Caleb Sterling. Julian Blackwood had smoothly secured the inheritance after graduation, broke up with Caleb, and moved abroad. Julian wanted to get rid of Caleb but didn’t want to offend the Sterling family. So he used me as an excuse, making himself look completely innocent. He even told Caleb that I had always been in love with him. “You said you loved me, didn’t you?” He grabbed my chin, his fingers digging in. “Then I’ll grant your wish.” I was forcibly married into the Sterling family. Every night, he would degrade me, over and over again. I don’t know how I endured those nights. I struggled, I tried to escape, but all it ever earned me was even harsher torment. To make things easier on myself, I had to obey him. I shifted my gaze from the ceiling, turned off the bedside lamp, and lay on my side, forcing myself to stop thinking about it all… In our two years of marriage, Caleb Sterling never knew my left ear was deaf, and I never intended to tell him. Telling him would probably just lead to another round of mockery…
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.
The video on the screen was of me, stripped naked… And sitting on the sofa right now were the same Alphas who had humiliated me in the restroom just two hours ago. It hit me then: Julian Blackwood’s friends were naturally Caleb Sterling’s friends too. They were all in on it together… “Haha, look at this angle!” Zack, the red-haired Alpha, laughed, his finger swiping across the screen. “Young Master Blackwood’s face is even more ‘expressive’ than during his heats!” “Mr. Sterling really got himself a *prize*!” “Pretty, isn’t it?” Only when the video finished playing did Caleb Sterling look up at me. “Noah Blackwood, you brought this all upon yourself.” I stood there, speechless, because I had no idea what to say. “What’s wrong, cat got your tongue?” Caleb Sterling’s gaze was like ice. I didn’t answer him, instead biting my lower lip until I tasted blood. My nose started to sting. No, I couldn’t cry. Definitely not in front of these people. But the traitorous tears still fell. Caleb Sterling walked closer, reaching out to touch my face. “Crying?” He wiped away my tears with his thumb. “Get lost!” I slapped his hand away and stumbled, almost falling, as I ran up the stairs. Caleb Sterling’s enraged shouts echoed behind me, but I didn’t care to hear it. Sometimes I wished I were deaf in both ears. If I were completely deaf, I wouldn’t have to listen to their insults anymore. I burst into the bedroom, locked the door, and slid down onto the floor. Another sharp sting flared from the scent gland on my neck, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. Noah Blackwood, you’re so pathetic. No one loves you… I sobbed uncontrollably. Caleb Sterling, the Alpha I had loved for eight years, maybe I truly loved the wrong Alpha. The one he loved had always been Julian Blackwood. He could humiliate me over and over again for Julian. Completely disregarding my feelings… Everyone loved Julian Blackwood, and in their eyes, I was nothing more than an insignificant insect. When will this miserable life finally end…
After my scent gland re-examination at the hospital, I circled the villa complex again and again. I couldn’t find the Sterling family villa… I realized my memory was truly fading, bit by bit. I ran the route through my mind countless times, but I couldn’t remember how to get there. I could only keep running forward, unable to stop myself. At a turn, I was surrounded by a group of Alphas. I never imagined Caleb Sterling would post my video in the Alpha Hunting Club’s SnapChat group. How could he be so utterly heartless? A cocktail of Alpha pheromones assaulted me, and my scent gland couldn’t bear the intensity. I struggled to reach for my medicine, but an Alpha snatched it away. “Scent gland repair medicine? Guess Mr. Sterling’s Omega is a defective model after all.” My face was pale. I reached out, trying to grab it back. The Alpha sneered, then casually tossed the medicine bottle to his companion behind him. “Scent gland damaged? Need a few Alphas to help you out?” He finished, then reached out and ripped off the cotton gauze from the back of my neck, exposing my swollen, red scent gland. “No! Let go!” I struggled, desperate. Just as he was about to bite down on my scent gland, Caleb Sterling walked right into view. The Alpha froze. Caleb Sterling’s gaze coldly swept over my disheveled self. “Beg me. Just ask, and I’ll save you, and I’ll pull the video.” I bit down on my teeth, glaring at him, saying nothing. I looked at his face, feeling it was both familiar and strange. For a moment, I couldn’t remember who he was. Could I trust him? Could I ask him for help? “Unwilling?” Caleb Sterling chuckled softly. “Then stay here. Who knows, maybe more Alphas will come to enjoy watching you lose control.” A shiver ran through me. I desperately wanted to go to him. He was *my* Alpha, but he didn’t love me. He loved my brother. And for his sake, he tormented me every single day. He loved, absolutely *loved*, seeing me grovel and beg. I knew I had no other choice now. “Please…” I grabbed his coat sleeve, pleading, “Please, take me away.”
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