Help! the four Alpha's are obsessed with me.-Chapter 155 Passionate letter..

Dear Xyle,

It’s your one and only Daniel — your hubby and your sweet wife — writing to tell you that I am alive and well. Nothing has ever scared me more than being separated from you.

It hurts that you’re in prison, but it won’t happen again. Your release will come sooner than expected, and you will rise again, reclaim your revenge, and return to society stronger. Everyone may believe you assaulted that poor creature, but I know you from the bottom of my heart. I know you can never do something so despicable.

I love you, Xylander. From the moment I gave you my heart, I knew you were mine. Nothing in this lifetime can change how I feel. And the figure posing as me? Ignore him — that’s my doppelganger, and soon he will be eliminated.

To tell you the truth... I am tired. Tired of revenge, tired of riches, tired of the problems that come with it. With our baby coming, all I want is happiness for us and for my other boys. I know in my heart they are still safe, just like Draven.

But for us to get our happy ending, this last battle must be fought. We must purge them all. My children should not grow up in such a toxic world. I will go to any extent to change society, and I need you by my side. So I’m telling you — calm down and trust me. Trust in us, trust in our love. Soon, we will be reunited.

I love you, Xylander. And your baby says hi from the tummy — he or she is kicking so hard these days. Soon, I will give birth to our cuties. By then, I hope everything is settled so we can bring them into a safe world and raise them together. I don’t want to do this without you, without Alexander, and definitely not without Draven.

Don’t worry too much about me. I am safe, staying with a friend who rescued me from Mateo’s clutches.

I hope to see you soon, Xylander darling.

Love you,

Daniel Wolfe.

******

Minutes passed after Xylander regained consciousness. He sat at the edge of the hospital bed, staring at the bouquet of fresh flowers Daniel had sent — his only source of joy and comfort at the moment.

Draven had read the letter too, and he was relieved — genuinely relieved — that Daniel was alive. In fact, he was downright ecstatic. But the problem was... he had no idea where Daniel actually was.

That strawberry-blond guy who was supposed to help had disappeared. Draven suspected the stranger was the same person he had been unknowingly living with all this time.

And somehow, despite trying not to feel it, he was hurt that Daniel didn’t write to him. But he reminded himself that Daniel simply didn’t know his location, while Xylander’s presence was known all over New York City and beyond.

The whole Hua case had already been a critical one, and now that Xylander had escaped prison under mysterious circumstances, the public was enraged. People were protesting everywhere — rallies, campaigns — all demanding that Xylander be sentenced to death.

They screamed that a rich man had no right to escape the law, not even the richest in dollars like Xylander Wolfe.

Draven had made that escape possible. He had bribed the cops into silence, and now the only remaining threat was the public. But Beatrice would handle that — she promised, especially if she still wanted their marriage to happen.

"I can’t believe he still trusts me. I thought I lost him forever," Xylander whispered, his voice cracked with emotion.

All his political allies had abandoned him. The dignitaries he once ate with, called, texted — all gone. When prison swallowed him, they cut him off instantly, desperate to save their own reputations.

But someone remained.

Someone stood by him in the shadows — Draven.

Anonymous calls, letters, support... and now here he was in person, even if it was in a hospital.

"Daniel knows the man he married. You two lived together for weeks — that alone should’ve told him the kind of person you are," Draven replied, brushing it off casually. But Xylander’s heart still trembled with gratitude.

Sweetness wasn’t enough to describe the feeling. The letter warmed him from the inside out. He couldn’t believe he was still lucky enough to have people loyal to him.

But where was Daniel?

What doppelganger was he talking about?

How did all this even begin?

"Draven, how did you escape? And what about Alexander?" Xylander asked, his anxiety rising. The letter made it clear Daniel didn’t know Alexander’s status, and Xylander prayed nothing had happened to his stoic friend.

Draven, still facing him, watched Xylander clutch the letter to his chest. Then, he began speaking with a straight, serious expression.

"That accident... it was clearly Matteo’s plan. When I woke up, Daniel and Alexander were nowhere to be found. You too," he revealed.

Xylander leaned in, soaking up every word.

"My eyes were blurry, but the only person I saw was Charles, my best friend. He was badly injured — so badly he had to undergo surgery because his face was damaged beyond recognition," Draven said solemnly.

"It tore us apart. Afterward, I had to go my own way, and I got treated for the injuries I had on my arm," he added quietly.

"Then what happened next? I can’t remember anything from that period. It’s like the memories were ripped out of my mind," Xylander muttered.

Draven nodded. He understood — of course he did. The whole thing was orchestrated. Beatrice had obtained the information somehow. Draven didn’t know her sources, but she certainly pulled strings.

"First of all, you were badly injured, so naturally they took you to the hospital. But something changed after that. They gave you a strange drug — something that messed with your mind. It made you act out of order," he said.

Xylander felt his stomach drop.

"You started talking like someone else, behaving unlike yourself. The whole thing was secretive. Anyone who found out was killed," Draven continued.

A cold shiver ran down Xylander’s spine.

"Then one night, they took you from the hospital to a hotel. You boarded one of your own jeeps. Three underage girls were seen in the same car," Draven said, pausing to let him breathe.

Xylander nearly collapsed.

Underage girls?

Impossible.

He didn’t even like women — he was fully, completely gay. How could anyone believe such a thing?

"According to a hotel supervisor, you lodged with them. They looked terrified and couldn’t speak, so he called the cops."

Xylander squeezed his eyes shut, but Draven wasn’t done.

"When the police arrived... one girl was found bleeding between her legs. Another was thrown out of the window. The last one was hiding in a cupboard, shaking uncontrollably. She testified that you violated two of them, killing one, while the last one escaped to hide. You passed out before you could... continue."

Draven’s face twisted with disgust — maybe for the story, maybe for whoever framed Xylander. But Xylander himself felt his soul leave his body.

This explained the protests.

This explained everything.

But he didn’t remember.

He couldn’t have done such a monstrous thing.

"Draven... I didn’t do it. It wasn’t me," he whispered, desperate.

Draven gave him a complicated smile.

"I’m not accusing you. Anyone with half a brain can tell it wasn’t you. It was a setup. We just need to prove it — that you were drugged, that your memory was wiped, and that you’re gay. That alone destroys the accusations."

He grinned.

"Guess what? I’m becoming one of the country’s top lawyers. I’ll take your case."

Xylander stared at him.

Lawyer?

So suddenly?

"I was in the law department. I passed the final tests and trained properly," Draven explained. "So I’ll take your case as my first assignment. For you — and for Daniel’s happiness — I’ll clear your name and win this."

But then Draven’s phone buzzed loudly.

His expression changed instantly.

"What? Why are you looking at me like that?" Xylander asked.

Draven stood up, handed him the phone, and sighed.

"Seems this won’t be a small battle."

On the screen was the newest disaster:

Xylander’s ex, Nicole Shelton, had been reported missing. She claimed she was abandoned, pregnant for the billionaire — one month gone — and the night before her disappearance, she said she received death threats from Daniel Lancaster.

Then she released a voice note:

"Please... help me... help... he wants to kill me..."

The internet exploded.

Daniel’s fans were wild.

The war ignited once again.

Xylander let out a long, exhausted sigh.

"My life is over..."