At that time, Bradley was bleeding hard while the air was filled with the smell of blood. She was frightened and curled up in the corner, at a loss.

Afterward, Bradley blocked all information about the incident and never mentioned it again.

Everything seemed normal, but Juliet clearly noticed that everything had changed.

Bradley began to avoid her, not even attending her 19th birthday. Then, he did not return for several years.

Every mission was communicated to her through others.

She knew that Bradley had started to dislike her, which made her very anxious.

At that time, Ian approached her and said he was willing to cooperate with her.

As long as she could stop Bradley's plan to regain power, he would help her keep Bradley's heart and not harm him.

She wanted Bradley so badly that she agreed without thinking.

However, she did not expect that Ian's plan involved having dozens of men violate her and then hang her on the city wall for public humiliation.

While the outcome was severe…

Bradley did feel guilty about her.

She pretended to have depression to gain his sympathy, and Bradley brought her back to the city where he lived.

She originally thought he would personally take care of her and marry her, but she did not expect to hear that he was already married.

Juliet's jealousy burned bright. Even if she could not have him, she would rather die than to let anyone else have him.

The fervent possessiveness clouded Juliet's rationality. She took off Bradley's shirt and began to unzip her own dress.

Just then, a rush of footsteps came from outside the door.

Juliet panicked and quickly scratched Bradley with her nails before pinching herself hard so that tears would well up in her eyes.

The door was opened from the outside, and Xavier hurriedly walked in.

"Juliet, what's wrong with Leonard?"

Xavier looked at the man lying unconscious on the couch with anxiety painted all over his face. He then turned to look at Juliet with her eyes red and teary.

Her clothes were disheveled, and her hair was messy.

He then looked at Bradley, whose shirt was open revealing scratches made by fingernails on his muscular chest.

Juliet did not say a word as tears fell from her eyes, making her look very pitiful.

"I don't know what happened to Brady. He was so scary just now. He came at me and wanted to…"

Xavier had a bad feeling.

Can it be that Bradley…

As he thought that, Bradley, who was lying unconscious, let out a pained groan. His eyelids open to reveal bloodshot eyes.

"Bradley, what's wrong with you?"

After a moment of clarity, Bradley quickly fell back unconsciousness.

Xavier, at that moment, was not in the mood to investigate what had happened. He quickly called the bodyguards in and had Bradley sent to the hospital.

Freya mentioned on the phone that Bradley suddenly became manic and bloodthirsty, unlike his previous allergic reactions.

He had to have Bradley's blood tested!

Before leaving, Xavier instructed Juliet, "When Freya comes back, tell her that I have taken him away. Tell her to find me at the hospital."

"Xavier, I want to go with you guys."

"You better not go. You're not that healthy right now, so… Rest up."

Without giving Juliet a chance to speak, Xavier left two bodyguards behind before hurriedly rushing off with Bradley.

Juliet bit her lip in frustration. If Xavier hadn't shown up, Leonard would be mine now.

This was all Xavier's fault, that troublemaker. She used to think he was gentle and easy to talk to, but she did not expect him to ruin her plans time and time again!

As she thought that, she heard the front door open.

Juliet knew it was Freya.

She hurried back to bed and deliberately messed up her clothes, even pinching herself hard several times until there were marks on her fair skin.

Just as she did that, Freya could be heard walking up the stairs.

When Freya opened the door and did not see Bradley on the couch, she turned to Juliet.

"Juliet, where is Bradley?"

Juliet did not speak as she hid in the blanket and deliberately shivered.

Freya noticed that something was off, so she stepped forward to lift the blanket, only to find Juliet in a disheveled state with suggestive marks all over her body.

Her pupils dilated as unease filled her. "What happened?"

Juliet threw herself into Freya's arms, crying with distress. "Freya, I'm sorry. It's my fault. I shouldn't have done that."

Freya did not understand what she meant.

Just as she was about to ask, Juliet continued, saying, "Brady... Something happened to him. He suddenly pounced on me, pinned me down on the bed, and then... I should have pushed him away, but he was so strong that I couldn't move him at all.

"Freya, I'm sorry. I know you two are married. While I envy you, I never thought of doing anything that would upset you."

Bang!

Freya went stiff.

"I think I'm having a miscarriage. Blood. There's blood…"

Bright red blood flowed down Juliet's legs. It was so red that it pierced through the fog in Freya's mind.

Her mind was blank while her feet felt like they were filled with lead. She could not move no matter how hard she tried.

She knew this could be one of Juliet's ploys, but it still angered her.

That was because she had witnessed Bradley going crazy just now. Maybe when she left, he lost control and treated Juliet the same way.

"Help me, Freya. I'm in pain. Please save me." Juliet tugged at her clothes with her face so pale that even her lips were devoid of color.

Freya snapped out of her dazed state. She checked Juliet's pulse and confirmed that Juliet was having a miscarriage.

Freya administered a miscarriage prevention injection while feeling light-headed herself.

She called a bodyguard to take care of Juliet before dashing out of the villa in a frenzy.

Regardless of whether Juliet was telling the truth, Freya's mind was in turmoil. She needed solitude.

As Juliet watched Freya depart, her lips were curved in a slight smile. "This time, I want to see how Leonard will explain this away."

Earlier, she intentionally smashed herself against the bedside table.

Disheveled clothes, ambiguously sensual marks on her body, and miscarriage caused by strenuous activity…

Even if Freya did not believe what Juliet said, suspicions about Bradley were already forming in her mind.

That was enough.

...

It was late at night.

When Freya left the villa, the storm was ongoing, and it was only getting worse.

She carefully recalled what Juliet said. There were no holes in the story. Everything seemed to have smoothly progressed.

Her heart felt heavy, as if weighed down by a huge stone.

Without hesitation, Freya dialed Bradley's number as she wanted to hear his explanation.

No matter how sad and upset she was, she wanted to hear it from his own mouth.

The phone rang for a long time, and finally someone answered.

A low voice that was not Bradley's came from the other end.

"Doctor Jackson."

"Mr. Bradley is still in a coma, Freya, and cannot answer the phone. Are you coming over?"

"No. What's his condition?"

"I've taken blood samples for testing. We have to wait for the blood report to determine what happened, but there are many scratches that were made by fingernails on his body. Are they from you…"

Freya did not wait for him to finish before she hurriedly hung up.

Scratches? From fingernails?

Her guess was right. Bradley really did it with Juliet…