Becoming Alpha’s Personal Caretaker
Chapter 12

Lauren

POV

"I should thank her for letting me see who you really are! I'm glad that I haven't married you, you moron!"

I said that to Michael in the most vicious way.

"Lauren!" Michael yelled, trying to suppress his anger.

But I provoked him with my mean words, "What makes you think I'll help you? Don't you find yourself ridiculous when you said those things?"

Michael said outrageously, "Lauren, if it weren't for you, my father wouldn't be so ruthless and make such cruel requirements. Janice is your sister and the baby in her belly is your nephew. Why do you want him dead? You want to see Janice suffer so bad? She'd rather leave me than give up on this child. Why can't you just let us be happy?"

His accusation made me wanna laugh out loud.

Janice would rather leave Michael and give birth to this child alone? I didn't believe that she would give up the fortune and her status now. The only reason why she threw herself at Michael was that she wanted to be the Luna of the Lunarko Tribe. But those stupid men believed that she was kind and pitiful.

I grunted, "Let you two be happy together? Michael, since I'm so evil, then I won't stop making her miserable. I'm gonna make her suffer and rot in hell!"

Michael thought I was a wicked bitch anyway. Why should I waste my time explaining myself to him?

Then I hung up the phone and threw it outside.

They could all go to hell.

But before I hung up, I vaguely heard what he said, "I'm also glad that I didn't marry a hypocritical and ruthless woman like you!" Hypocritical? Ruthless?

To Michael and everyone else, Janice was the innocent and nice one. She was sweet and thoughtful and therefore she could be forgiven no matter what she had done. And I seemed to be distant and cold to them so my explanation always didn't work like Janice's lies.

I couldn't convince myself not to feel anything about this and my heart was filled with sorrow. Everyone wanted to be loved and I just learned to mask that feeling growing up.

I felt a breeze through my hair.

I tugged my coat and when I turned around, I looked right into those golden eyes.

It was Victor.

When did he come in? Did he hear everything?

I came to my senses and asked in a natural tone, "Why are you here, Alpha Victor? What can I do for you?"

Hearing that, Victor narrowed his eyes and said, "Looks like you're the one who needs more help."

I was stunned and wanted to check how I looked right now but then I realized I had just thrown my phone out. So I had to smile bitterly and tease myself, "Do I look that bad right now?" Victor was silent for a while and didn't answer my question directly. He just said, "That man is dumb."

Those few words surprised me. He wasn't even comforting me but somehow my heart melted a little.

Maybe it was because someone finally got me. I leaned on the banister and looked at the leaves in the wind faraway, smiling, "They all like women who know how to play the victim."

Perhaps women's vulnerability and dependence gave those men a sense of achievement. Janice and her mother were good at deceiving men by lying to their faces and then they made them feel sorry for them so that they could gain fortune and status. They used lies to take everything from my mother and me.

How desperate was my mother when she knew her beloved mate cheated on her? She was so dreadful that she chose to commit suicide. But her mate was seduced by a hypocritical woman and forgot all about her after only a year. Then he even brought them to the

manor.

The place we used to call our home.

I lowered my head and forced a smile, "Men are all the same."

"Idiots are all the same," Victor correctly quietly.

I turned around and looked into those golden eyes again. I didn't feel so sad anymore and even laughed a bit.

Yeah.

Not all the men were the same.

At least Vitor wasn't like them. Although he had only met Janice once, he saw right through her mask.

I smiled and nodded, "Yeah, only idiots are the same and you're not one of them."

I wondered if I was hallucinating, Victor wasn't so defensive anymore and was even smiling at me. He looked much more handsome when he smiled.

The wind was blowing and it didn't feel so frigid anymore. It became soothing and was running through my hair. I couldn't help but tilt my head to look at him. The sun shone on his face and he suddenly looked soft and more beautiful than ever. At that moment, I heard a voice in my mind.

Someone was murmuring.

I didn't know what exactly it was and what it stood for. But that light seemed to shed on my heart and melt a piece of me.

Where did that voice come from?

Maybe it's just an illusion. I thought to myself.