Chapter 1

Every time Darling's pure love sees my pet dog, he clutches her chest as if terrified.

Darling is convinced I'm deliberately walking the dog to scare her pure love.

"You know full well that Dashiell has a heart condition! Yet you parade that giant creature in front of him every day to frighten him! Looks like you won't learn your lesson without some punishment!"

She stomped my Chihuahua to death, then locked me in the long-abandoned basement and released two Tibetan Mastiffs!

I begged her with eyes full of terror - those were two red-eyed Tibetan Mastiffs! Locked in with them, I'd be devoured completely!

She reacted as if she'd heard a hilarious joke, her voice cold as ice:

"Now you're scared? Aren't you the expert at training dogs? Since you love keeping dogs so much, I'll let you enjoy this time! Let's see if you dare frighten Dashiell again!"

My heart-wrenching screams for help were swallowed up along with me into the Mastiffs' bellies, until I was eaten clean, leaving only bloody organs and severed limbs. Two hours later, darling toyed with the ruby bracelet on her wrist and spoke softly:

"Let Garrett out now. He's been yelling for a while, so he should know his mistake by now. Have him apologize to Dashiell, then make us dinner."

The butler trembled in fear.

Because in the basement, two Tibetan Mastiffs had their muzzles stained red...

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Serenity played with the ruby bracelet on her wrist and asked nonchalantly:

"Why has that scumbag Garrett stopped howling? Wasn't he screaming his lungs out just now?"

This ruby bracelet was a matching set that Serenity and I wore as a couple.

When we visited St. Patrick's Cathedral, Serenity lit incense devoutly and prayed: "Serenity only wishes to be with Garrett, together forever as one."

"Ms. Carlisle... perhaps we should check on the master... Those Tibetan Mastiffs have red eyes... I've heard that Tibetan Mastiffs' eyes turn red after they've tasted human flesh..."

Serenity let out a scornful laugh.

"What nonsense about eating people, it's just a breed characteristic. Can't you hear how loudly he's yelling on purpose? He's just trying to get our attention so we'll let him out! Garrett is supposed to be the expert in dog training, right? He should be able to handle a mere Tibetan Mastiff."

The butler wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead and stammered:

"But these past few days, you've drawn a lot of blood from your husband to find a suitable heart for Mr. Dashiell. Sir has been complaining of dizziness lately, he can barely stand..."

Serenity paused her fidgeting with the object in her hand.

"Oh? Is that so?"

She looked at the ruby bracelet, her expression softening slightly:

"Dashiell was frightened and is still sleeping! I'll check on Dashiell first. If he's alright, then we'll let that scumbag out."

Serenity stood up, her tone turning vicious again:

"If anything's wrong with Dashiell, Garrett won't be getting out today!"

The silk sheets draped over Dashiell's waist, his long, pale legs casually hanging off the bed, his six-pack abs tastefully visible.

Serenity stared at him for a long moment before reluctantly tearing her gaze away. She bent down, carefully leaning on his shoulder, and gently ran her fingers through his tousled hair. Dashiell's eyes flew open like a startled fawn, his brow furrowed. The sight tugged at Serenity's heartstrings.

"Another nightmare?"

Dashiell buried his face in Serenity's chest, his voice broken by intermittent sobs: