Help! the four Alpha's are obsessed with me.-Chapter 175 Washing regrets....

Back at Angelo’s room in the Lancaster residence, the young man was still sprawled across the floor, completely shocked by the news of Daniel’s death.

His mind went blank for a second, then began forming different scenarios—different possibilities of what might have happened to cause his death. And at the end of it all, the only thing he could do was mop at the air and shake his head in regret for all the terrible things he had ever done to Daniel.

"Is he really dead? Please let it be rumors, please!!" His voice trembled.

No one ever knew this side of him—this fragile, shaken Angelo—but deep inside, he was already atoning for his sins. Let’s just say he had been bent on having everything, taking everything, but his life turned drastically upside-down the day he discovered that not only was he not attracted to girls, but he was a pure gay—lover of dicks, as he used to tag them.

The same abomination his father loathed. The same thing he constantly labeled Daniel with and bullied him for because of his feminine stature, automatically assuming Daniel was one of "them."

But now, as if karma was repaying him, nothing apart from a naked male body could rile him up anymore.

He remembered rushing to church, praying constantly—kneeling through endless sessions with the priest back at the chapel—hoping he could change. But he remained the same. It wasn’t any evil spirit, no possession, no curse. All of that was just farce.

Yet no one would ever accept him this way.

And he couldn’t let everything he worked for crumble after putting in way too much effort to be the only heir. But that point of view began to change the moment he realized Daniel was now completely a free man and staying back at his father’s house.

Someone as deranged as Alessandro would only make his life miserable, and Angelo suddenly wanted something else—something tall like love, something soft, something he had never been given. He wanted to experience it so badly. Even though it was his gender altogether, he just wanted to have that experience.

Sigh!!

"I have been a monster, haven’t I, Lord? And now I might never get any happiness." His voice croaked. He continued laying on the floor, forgetting entirely about the meeting he had scheduled on Grindr. His mind wasn’t at peace, and everything felt like ashes.

A knock suddenly echoed on the door.

Angelo snapped out of his thoughts, lifted his head slightly, and frowned. Who dared disturb his misery right now? Forcing himself up, a sharp, powerful migraine attacked him, making him grimace and hold his head.

"Fuck!! Why now?" he whimpered as he staggered toward the door, quickly plastering on the plastic smile he was used to wearing in this household.

He pushed the door ajar. A maid stood there—small, nervous—likely bringing a message.

"Any problem? You’re disturbing my rest," Angelo questioned coldly. She immediately lowered her gaze, feeling guilty, but still delivered her message.

"The boss wants you to come downstairs. He said it’s almost time for the guests’ welcoming, and since you’re the heir... that is your utmost duty." She bowed and walked away.

Angelo hadn’t even begun and he was exhausted already.

Greeting guests—how dreadful. Considering how popular his father was, there would be lots and lots of them. About to turn back and dress up, he suddenly got caught by his sister, Liliana.

"C’mon, sister... no matter the love I have for you, mind the way you pop up out of places with that scar on your face. I definitely don’t want to get a heart attack," Angelo warned and stepped into his room, Lily following closely behind.

"Why are you following me? I want to be left alone." His voice was sharp, direct. Lily flinched at the response but still stood her ground.

"That isn’t nice, Angelo. Can’t your sister spend time with her brother?" she asked, voice trembling, tears already forming.

Angelo rolled his eyes. Why did she choose now of all moments—when his heart was already bleeding?

"Lily, not now. As you can see, I am not in the mood," he replied seriously.

Her face darkened even more. She lifted her phone slowly, her hand shaking.

"Daniel is now dead, Angelo. I don’t know what to say about this, and I was feeling so guilty that I needed someone to talk to. Please... can I stay?" she begged, eyes shimmering with tears threatening to spill.

But Angelo, who felt no ounce of her fear—or perhaps was too numb to feel anything at all—simply looked at her, then turned away, walking straight to his cabinet.

"I’m sure that’s the least of your worries, Lily. Because as you can see, things are about to turn from bad to worse. And not to talk of if Father gets that office position—then we’re done for. But it’s fine. I don’t give a damn anymore." His voice was cold. He slipped into one of his suits and headed to the door.

"This is our sins. So take it with a pinch of salt." He ended, twisting the knob, stepping out dressed in a flawless white parallel suit and a cologne that smelled of riches and overflowing wealth.

Lily gnashed her teeth at the brutal answer. But she wasn’t done. Not yet.

"So you’re now thinking you’re officially a saint, isn’t it?" she sneered. "Maybe my problem might get worse because I’ll be shipped like goods to a man—but at least I won’t be used like a puppet, controlled like I don’t have a mind of my own. Because you, Angelo, are entering the music industry. And guess what that means for your future?" 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

She let out a devilish smile, loving the way his body stiffened.

"What Daniel couldn’t achieve, Father is putting it all on your head. And when you weren’t around, I saw him talking with a record label. Something about signing you. Surprise, brother—you’re officially a remote control to be used anyhow by Father."

With that, she walked out like a queen—leaving Angelo flabbergasted, confused, and humiliated.

If Angelo’s words were poison, Lily’s were a bomb. They left him speechless, choking on invisible ash. Music—he loathed it with everything in him. And now he would be performing?

How? Why? He left that world years ago—and now his father was dragging him back into it. How much more would Alessandro take? How greedy could he be—to destroy all of their lives just to get what he wants?

No. Angelo wasn’t going to stand here and mourn. He needed escape. Fun. Sin. Rebellion. He would go outside and live. Forget perfection and flawlessness.

He would go to the hotel—as stated in his chat—and get himself a good hole. This would be his first time doing it openly. When he discovered his orientation, he used to sneak in young boys, pay them good cash. Then he graduated to the family guards—those tight, sexy men who fulfilled his fantasies. But today he wanted rebellion—public, real rebellion.

Locking his room door, he rushed out and descended the countless staircases of their mansion—only to almost collide with his grandmother.

"Good evening, my grandson. Where are you going off to in such a hurry?" Dorothy’s sharp eyes scanned his outfit—appealing, handsome, expensive.

"Just business that needs handling. This is serious matter. Tell Dad I’ll be back—but it’s not guaranteed I may come early. So see you all at the dinner party," Angelo rushed, cutting her off before she could question anything else.

"But the guest welcoming??" she muttered—then shrugging it off. It wasn’t her business. Alessandro probably already had it handled.

Angelo hopped into his car—his small race car gifted for last month’s birthday. He had lots of cars parked, but today he chose this one. Pressing his foot on the brake, he turned on the ignition. The engine roared—he gripped the wheel—and sped off into the night.