Drugged

As Elona settled into the serene countryside of Country C, Master Fu welcomed her with open arms. However, his warm smile belied a surprising condition. "I have no heirs, child," he said, his eyes serious. "I am far from home, and if you wish to receive my support, you must give up design and become my closed-door disciple."

Elona hesitated for a moment, weighing her options. But something about Master Fu's kind eyes and gentle demeanor put her at ease. She agreed to his terms, and soon found herself immersed in the ancient art of traditional Chinese medicine.

Under Master Fu's guidance, Elona learned the intricacies of herbalism and acupuncture. She spent her days studying the properties of various plants, practicing the delicate art of needle placement, and assisting Master Fu in his clinic.

But Elona's creative spirit couldn't be contained. As a side job, she began teaching art to a group of local children. She saw in them a spark of talent and potential, and was determined to help them realize their dreams. The children's laughter and enthusiasm brought joy to Elona's heart, and she found solace in their company.

As the months passed, Elona's pregnancy progressed, and she discovered that she was carrying triplets! But with Master Fu's expert care and guidance, she felt nourished and supported. Her days were filled with purpose, and she found herself too busy to dwell on the past and the wrongs that Harley had inflicted upon her.

Meanwhile in Country M, Harley had ascended to the pinnacle of high society, her engagement to Alaric the envy of all. However, behind the facade of their perfect relationship, a dark truth lurked. Alaric had never touched Harley, his revulsion for her palpable. Four years had passed, yet their relationship remained stagnant, unable to progress beyond a simple peck on the forehead.

Alaric's disdain for Harley was rooted in his memories of their past. He couldn't understand why her scent, once tantalizing, now repulsed him. Desperate to salvage their relationship, Harley turned to the black market, purchasing a powerful aphrodisiac from a foreign national from Country C.

Harley navigated the dimly lit alley, her eyes scanning the crowded stalls. She had heard whispers of a black market vendor selling rare, potent aphrodisiacs. Harley's determination to secure Alaric's affections drove her to take risks.

As she approached a stall tucked away in a corner, a hooded figure emerged. "What do you want, lady?" he growled.

Harley flashed a charming smile. "I'm looking for something... special. Something to ensure a man's undivided attention."

The vendor raised an eyebrow. "You mean an aphrodisiac?"

Harley nodded, her eyes locked on the vendor. "The strongest you have."

The vendor vanished into the shadows, returning with a small vial. "This is Dragon's Breath. Potent, but unpredictable. Use with caution."

Harley's eyes gleamed as she handed over a wad of cash. "I'll take my chances."

As she pocketed the vial, a cold smile spread across her face. Alaric would soon be hers, and no one would stand in her way.

The man's warning echoed in her mind: "No medication will help, and if he refuses to sleep with you, he will become brain dead."

Harley's apartment was bathed in a warm, golden light as she welcomed Alaric for dinner. The aroma of exotic spices and fine wine wafted through the air, teasing Alaric's senses. Harley's smile was radiant as she handed him a glass of wine, her eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief.

As they sat down to eat, Alaric couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off. Harley's laughter seemed forced, her touch a little too lingering. But he pushed the thoughts aside, attributing them to his own paranoia.

It wasn't until he felt the aphrodisiac coursing through his veins that Alaric realized his mistake. The room began to spin, his senses heightened as overwhelming sexual urges threatened to consume him.

But even as his body responded to the drug, Alaric's mind recoiled in horror. He felt a wave of disgust wash over him as he realized that Harley had drugged him. With a Herculean effort, he pushed back against the aphrodisiac's influence, his anger and revulsion giving him the strength to resist.

"No," he growled, his voice low and menacing. "You're not going to do this to me, Harley."

With a surge of adrenaline, Alaric fought off Harley's advances, his hands shaking with rage as he grabbed his phone and dialed Jimmy's number.

"Jimmy, it's Alaric," he rasped, his voice barely above a whisper. "I need your help. Harley's drugged me...I need you to meet me at the hospital."

With sheer willpower, Alaric stumbled out of Harley's apartment, his vision blurring as he made his way to his car. He drove to the hospital, his heart racing with anger and fear.

Harley's plan backfired spectacularly. Alaric fought her off, his body rejecting her advances. He drove himself to the hospital, calling Jimmy for help. Alaric's parents arrived, his mother berating him for his inability to consummate their relationship. However, when she suggested locking Alaric and Harley together, Senior Royale intervened.

The elderly man knew his family's dark secret: the Royale men were cursed to be loyal to one woman. Despite evidence suggesting Alaric had slept with Harley, his body and mind knew the truth. Senior Royale pulled Jimmy aside, asking him to recall the events of four years ago. Jimmy spoke of Elona, and the old man's eyes narrowed. He issued a decree: Even if she was dead, they were to exhume Elona's body and bring her to him.

As the hospital staff struggled to counteract the effects of the aphrodisiac, Senior Royale's words hung in the air. Time was running out, and Alaric's condition was deteriorating. In a desperate bid to find Elona, they brought in Tania, who swore to know nothing of Elona's whereabouts. Her words were truthful; Elona had been sending her emails with untraceable IP addresses, never revealing her location.

Alaric's response was immediate and devastating. He roared in anguish, his body shutting down as he slipped into a coma. The hospital staff was at a loss, and Madam Royale fainted from the shock. Senior Royale sprang into action, making urgent calls to his comrades, seeking anyone who could help heal his ailing grandson.