Harem of the Dragon Lord Vol.1
Copyright© 2026 by BillMax
Chapter 4
Serena Blake stared at the old man in disbelief. She truly wanted to believe him. After all, he was supposed to be the Grandmaster of the Eternal Healers Order — a man whose reputation stood above suspicion.
She wanted to live, of course. But she had just married Ethan Blackthorn at City Hall. How could she possibly sleep with another man, even to save her own life? The very idea made her stomach turn.
The old man — Master Harlan Graves — spoke again, his voice heavy with concern. “Miss Blake, your situation is actually even more serious than I first described.”
Amelia Blake (Serena’s mother) asked urgently, “Grandmaster, you must know someone with truly exceptional fortune, right?”
Master Graves nodded slowly. “I do know such a person ... but I’m not sure if I should say it.”
“Please, Grandmaster! Tell us!” Amelia begged.
“The person I’m referring to is my own disciple, Dr. Damian Crowe,” Graves said smoothly. “His family background is excellent, and as my direct apprentice, he carries one of the strongest fortunes in the world. Being intimate with him three times would be enough to neutralize the curse completely.”
Ethan, still standing quietly in the corner of the room, sneered inwardly. So that’s your real plan, you old fraud.
Out loud he suddenly asked, “The Shadowstar Venom that was in Serena’s mother ... you two are the ones who poisoned her, aren’t you?”
Both Dr. Damian Crowe and Master Harlan Graves flinched visibly.
It was true. They had secretly administered the poison so they could later “save” her and use it as leverage against Serena. They never expected her mother to deteriorate so quickly, forcing Damian to call Serena in a panic.
But how could this filthy beggar possibly know?
“Ethan, what kind of nonsense are you spouting now?!” Serena snapped, her beautiful face twisted with anger.
She refused to believe a single word. In her mind, Ethan was only lashing out because the Grandmaster had suggested she sleep with Damian. She could understand his jealousy, but slandering the leader of the Eternal Healers Order was too far. If they had really poisoned her mother, why would they be trying to save her now?
Ethan was speechless. Why does this woman refuse to believe anything I say?
Damian Crowe wanted to laugh. He had been wondering how to shut the beggar up, but Serena had done it for him.
“Serena,” Damian said righteously, “I don’t know what your relationship is with this garbage, but first he tries to steal my master’s credit, and now he’s slandering him? I can’t tolerate this. Tell him to leave right now. Otherwise, when my master gets angry, even I won’t be able to protect him.”
Serena’s heart trembled. This was the Grandmaster of the Eternal Healers Order — a man whose medical and martial prowess were legendary. If he became angry, Ethan would be finished.
“Get out,” Serena said coldly to Ethan.
Ethan was so frustrated he could barely speak. Seething with anger, he turned and stormed out of the hospital room.
Damian Crowe was secretly ecstatic. His eyes greedily traced Serena’s stunning face and alluring figure. He wanted to pounce on her right then and there, but he held back. He wanted her to come to him willingly.
“Alright, Serena, don’t be angry anymore,” Damian said gently. “Let’s talk about your condition.”
Serena nodded, looking at him gratefully. “Dr. Crowe, thank you for your kind offer ... but I’ve decided not to go through with it.”
Damian’s heart sank. “Why?” he asked, unable to hide his disappointment.
“Because I’m married now,” Serena said calmly. “I don’t want to betray my husband.”
BOOM!
The hospital room fell into stunned silence.
Amelia Blake’s voice trembled. “Serena ... who is it? Julian Voss? Or Victor Langford?”
“It’s neither of them,” Serena said, her expression dimming. “It’s Ethan Blackthorn.”
The revelation hit like a second bomb. All three of them — Amelia, Damian, and Master Graves — were thunderstruck.
Damian Crowe stared at Serena in complete shock. The number one beauty of Silverton City actually married a filthy street rat? His brain almost short-circuited.
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