Bradley was sleeping in bed when his eyes snapped open. Without bothering to put on his shoes, he rushed out of the room.

Freya hurriedly followed.

When the door was kicked open, they could see a fragile figure hiding in the corner by the wall with tears streaming down her face as her body shook. She was wrapping her arms around herself while shouting the entire time.

"Don't come over here! No! Don't hurt me!"

"Please go away! Don't touch me!"

The day Juliet was violated was also a rainy night. Since that night, she developed a fear of thunderstorms.

It was clear she was having a nightmare.

Freya walked over first, intending to reach out to pat Juliet on the back and comfort her, but in an unusual display of strength, Juliet pushed Freya away while she fell out of the bed.

"Juliet."

Bradley's cold eyes flickered when he saw the glass shards on the ground. When Juliet fell, she landed directly on the shards.

Juliet gasped in pain, but was quickly scooped into Bradley's arms. She looked up with tears rolling down her cheeks."

"Brady, you're here. I'm so scared."

"Don't be afraid, I'm here, no one will hurt you."

Bradley ignored the discomfort and carried Juliet back to bed. Her back was full of glass shards, causing blood to cover her back.

Freya ignored everything and quickly walked over to help check the wounds.

Some of the glass shards were embedded deep into Juliet's flesh, making it impossible to remove without a surgery.

In addition, Juliet was tightly holding onto Mo Bradley, causing the wound to keep bleeding and staining the sheets.

"Miss Jordan, please lie down. I'll help you remove the glass shards." Freya attempted to remove Juliet's arms from around Bradley, but Juliet was shaking and crying as if she had encountered something terrifying.

"Those people want to rape me. There's so many of them. One after another… It hurts. It hurts so much."

She kept murmuring about that night like she was stuck in the nightmare.

Bradley was covered in cold sweat due to his discomfort. He let out a heavy sigh and spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Juliet, it's okay now. Calm down. Let Freya help you with the wounds."

However, Juliet just refused to let go.

This made Freya somewhat doubtful as to whether Juliet was really scared or pretending.

The strength she used when she pushed Freya away was huge.

Freya thought she would fall on the pile of broken glass, but she did not expect Juliet to roll down by herself.

Just what was she trying to do?

A trick to gain sympathy through pain?

Was this a ploy for Bradley's sympathy?

If so, then Juliet was truly ruthless as she would even harm herself.

Furthermore, she was pregnant.

Freya was thinking of how to deal with her when Juliet unexpectedly let go by herself. She stared blankly out of the window. As thunder rumbled once more, she screamed and wrapped her arms around Bradley.

Freya saw that Bradley was trembling all over with his face turning extremely pale.

However, she had missed the smile on Juliet's lips.

Unable to pull Juliet away, Freya had to use a needle to knock her out.

It just so happened that Xavier had gone home for more medicine, so there were only the three of them in the villa.

Freya managed to get Bradley back to the couch. The disparity in strength between the two of them was so huge that she was covered in cold sweat due to the exertion.

"How are you?" At that moment, Bradley's forehead was covered in a sheen of cold sweat while his body trembled even more violently.

He could not speak at all while his eyes gleamed with a deep crimson light like a crazed beast.

He firmly wrapped his arms around Freya's waist. His grip was so strong that it felt like he would tear her apart.

Freya knew he had developed a repulsion toward women which caused him discomfort, but his current reaction was so terrifying that it scared her.

"Bradley, can you hear me? It's Freya."

He was also gripping her wrist so tightly that it hurt. As if he did not hear her, he continued to tighten his grip.

Freya was starting to panic.

She wanted to check on his condition, but then Bradley went crazy and pounced on her.

He looked like he was about to burst from the aggressive emotions in him while his eyes were also cold and devoid of any emotion.

"Bradley, calm down. It's me, Freya, I'm your wife… Mm!"

Before she could finish speaking, he silenced her with his lips without any consideration for her.

He had been transformed into a frantic, thoughtless beast with bloodshot eyes who was unable to listen to her words. He exuded an overwhelmingly frightening aura.

He fervently kissed Freya, causing her to quickly feel breathless.

She anxiously bit his lip. Soon, she could taste blood in her mouth.

Bradley winced and released her. Still, his eyes were red as he heavily panted like a savage animal.

He looked into Freya's eyes with no affection in his eyes, only icy remorse.

As he pinned her against the couch, Freya's heart was racing. She was faced with a side of Bradley he had never seen before, and it was terrifying.

Before she could catch her breath, he roughly tore her clothes away and bit her neck, drawing blood which filled the air with its metallic scent.

Freya gasped in pain, meeting the man's face that was obscured with an ominous and dark expression like a devil emerging from hell with blood-red eyes.

He drank her blood as if she were prey, treating her like a wild animal that had hunted its prey and was trying to kill it.

In that moment, Freya felt a sense of panic.

She had no idea what happened to Bradley at all. Why was he suddenly so scary?

Just as he was about to bite her once more, Freya's mind went blank. She fumbled for a needle and stabbed him in the back of his neck.

Bradley's movements froze. He looked up at her with a destructive hatred shining in his fierce eyes.

Freya pushed him away and climbed off the couch. Her heart was pounding rapidly as her body trembled uncontrollably.

She was covered in cold sweat, all because Bradley jumped up from the couch and lunged toward her again.

What on earth was wrong with him?

Why did he suddenly become like this?

Freya took a big step back and turned around as if to run.

However, Bradley's powerful body just collapsed on the ground with a loud crash.

"Bradley, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me."

Freya did not think before she turned to race toward him.

His eyes were unfocused as he reached out and grabbed her wrist, murmuring softly, "Freya, I don't feel so good..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he lost consciousness, collapsing to the ground in a motionless heap.

Freya felt his pulse which was irregular with a surge of evil energy wandering inside his body. She did not know what had happened.

She took a deep breath, pulled out her phone and called Xavier to inquire about Bradley's condition.

Xavier replied that Bradley rejected women's touch, but Bradley had never exhibited any mania before.

Freya asked him to hurry back as Bradley's condition was a bit strange.