บททั้งหมดของ Don't Mess With DRACO: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

I woke up with the pungent smell of disinfectant and medicine invading my nostrils. The room was silent except for my heavy breathing and a beeping sound from the machines in the hospital. I slowly opened my eyes, squinting in an attempt to clearly see the blurry image in front of me. I felt something on my head, moved my hands up to feel it, and winced when the needle in my arm pricked me. "Alexa, you are awake,” said the voice of my father, who was standing by my bed now. “How are you feeling?" he added. "Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?” “I'm fine, dad, thank you,” I managed to say, my voice sounding dry and hoarse. My father turned around and brought me a cup of water. "Sorry, dear, have some water. I will tell Carl to bring you some food. You must be hungry,” my father said. He went out and came back soon afterwards and started fussing about how I was feeling, and the doctor was also summoned. I looked at my father fussing over me, and warmth flowed into my heart. I knew my

Five days later, the Cooper family mansion received a huge gift box on their doorstep. Daniel, who couldn't even tell what was real and what was fake, was put into a big box and delivered to the Cooper family mansion with a note from the Jones family head that read, “The Cooper family must change their heir or disappear from Millennium City." Grandfather Cooper looked at his eldest grandson and realized that he had stepped on some big toes. He felt angry at this blatant disregard for the Cooper family name, but realized there was nothing he could do anyway. The Cooper family was not the Jones family's match, and he could only swallow the bitter pill. After their family doctor checked Daniel and pronounced that he was “losing his grip on sanity,” grandfather Cooper made arrangements for Daniel to be sent out of the country for psychiatric treatment, and during the next shareholder meeting, Lawrence was promoted to president of Cooper Industries with the excuse that Daniel traveled a

“Are you okay, miss?” asked Morgan in his smooth and velvety voice. He had noticed all her little actions. Alexa was in a trance, looking at Morgan in a daze, until he waved his hands in front of her. She held the hand swaying in front of her and blocking her view of this adonis in place. Her fingers grazed his calloused fingers, sending tremors through her body. She opened her mouth to speak, feeling embarrassed by her blatant stare and hugging him earlier. “I'm sorry I mistook you for someone. I was..." "Get away from him!” said Peter, who had just returned and witnessed the scene of Alexa holding his boss's hand and roughly pushing her away from him. "Sorry, sir, are you okay?” Peter asked and proceeded to take out wet wipes from his pocket and handed them to Morgan, who also started wiping his hands and threw them into the trash can. Morgan was a clean freak; he liked wiping his hands at regular intervals, making Peter always carry a wet wipe along. “I didn't know something u

I stood in front of the mirror and took a final look at my appearance. I was dressed in a stunning sleeveless red backless bodycon dress that hugged my figure perfectly, showing all my curves, and was paired with elegant black heels. A delicate golden heart-shaped pendant adorned my neck, with the gem resting gracefully between my perky breasts. My hair was styled in a chic ponytail with curls at the ends, with a few curly tendrils framing my face. I had applied light makeup, accentuating my features, and sported a bold red lipstick to complete the look. I walked out of the room satisfied and ready to have fun. On reaching the living room, I saw Elise sitting on the couch, looking like a hot mess with her purple colored hair in a bob cut. She was wearing a short black leather skirt with a light shade of purple club top, black boots, smokey eye makeup, and her lips painted in a dark red color. “And who the hell allowed this crazy girl in here? Elise or whatever you call yourself, get

I fumbled with the door knob and tried to open it and run out, but the damn door wouldn't bulge. One of the men standing guard walked towards me, holding a gun. He pointed the nozzle at my head upon reaching me. “Who are you?” He growled menacingly. My pupils dilated in fear, and when I saw all eyes trained on me, especially that of the man who sat at the head of the table and had his intense gaze on me for the entire time and never moved it elsewhere, a bold idea came into my mind. I had to appease the most powerful person in this room, and I already had an inkling of who it was. I glanced up at Morgan and pouted, making my face look like a neglected wife with lowered eyes, and said, whining, “Babe, you said you wouldn't take long, but I waited for ages, and now that I'm here, you don't even spare me a glance. Is your work more important to you than spending time with me?" The temperature in the room dropped even lower at my words as everyone moved their attention from me towards M