All Chapters of Spiked for Revenge: Bull Heat in a Bottle: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

To take care of my aging father, I hired a top-tier live-in caregiver from the largest service agency in Yorkfall. She was paid 50 thousand dollars a month, with everything else covered.Today was the 30th day she had been on the job. It was also the first time I had come to see Dad since finishing a stretch of nonstop work."Ms. Lawson, you're back," Susan Miller greeted me, holding an empty bowl. A slightly ingratiating smile immediately spread across her face.I didn't respond and walked straight into Dad's bedroom. The moment I pushed the door open, a suffocating stench of medicine hit me in the face.The curtains were drawn tight, letting in only a few dim streaks of light. They fell on Dad's face, sunken deep into the pillow.He had wasted away badly. His cheekbones jutted out sharply, and his skin looked like parchment paper stretched tight over the bone.I frowned and went straight to the bedside table, where a rosewood box sat. Inside were supposed to be the wild kingroo

To acquire solid evidence and see Susan and Roman's cruelty for what it really was, I installed hidden cameras in Dad's bedroom, the living room, and even the kitchen—4k resolution, crystal-clear audio.The next day at work, I sat in my large office chair and opened the surveillance feed on my phone.On the screen, Susan was carrying a bowl into Dad's room. That was the kingroot soup I had specifically told her to prepare that morning.She walked to the bedside and glanced at Dad, the caring mask she wore in front of me long gone. In its place was a look of pure disgust and malice that made my stomach turn."You old thing. All you ever do is sleep!" she grumbled, pouring the kingroot soup into an insulated bottle she carried with her. I immediately recognized that it was the same bottle she used for Roman, the one I had seen on the livestream.Then, she pulled a bottle of sleeping pills from her pocket, shook out two, crushed them, and mixed the powder into a bowl of pitifully wat

The next night, at 8:00 pm sharp, I tuned into Roman the Stalwart's livestream. The title was even more hyped. "Two-Million-Dollar Vintage Wine Challenge! Showdown of What Real Fine Wine Is!"There were twice as many viewers as last time, the comments flying by in a blur.On camera, Roman was shirtless as usual, his oiled muscles glinting under the lights. Right in front of him sat the red wine bottle, the one I had laced, placed like some sacred relic.Susan sat beside him, grinning from ear to ear. "Everyone, this is the real deal!"Roman tapped the wine bottle, making a crisp, satisfying sound. "My mom has been lying low in that stupid rich woman's house and spent ages sneaking this out! I heard it's a 1945 Romanee-Conti, the only bottle in the world!"The chat exploded instantly. Amid thousands of cheering messages, he popped the cork. The rich, slightly metallic sweetness filled the room.He took a deep breath, his face melting into bliss. "Insane. This smells freaking ins

Within five minutes, the platform took down the livestream. However, that was enough time for people to spread the footage across the whole internet.When the ambulance finally arrived, the scene was chaotic.According to neighbors, it took four male paramedics and two police officers just to hold down the raging Roman. They carried him out on a stretcher.He was naked, still making uncontrollable gestures at the air, shouting, "Give it to me!"Onlookers whipped out their phones, flashes going off like a red carpet event. Roman had officially gone viral. In the most humiliating, cringe-inducing way imaginable, he dominated the internet that night.Within an hour, keywords like "Million-Follower Influencer Gone Wild", "Roman Beast Mode", and "The Lore of the Elite Caregiver's Theft".The clip spread endlessly. The footage of the usually polished inspirational heartthrob tearing his clothes, biting furniture, and even lashing out at his mother became the internet's biggest joke.