Divine Healer's Vengeful Return

Author: Alexia Jackson

Chapter 1: The Foolish Dante Easton

Words : 2282 Updated : Nov 20th, 2025

"You're such a slut. Does your husband even know?" The dying light of dusk filtered through the window into the mansion. Shirtless and leashed like a dog, Dante Easton scrubbed the floor on his knees. From the next room came his wife and her lover, their filthy talk, loud and brazen. Dante kept wiping in steady strokes, his face blank, as if their words never reached him. "Know? That idiot? He turned into a fool after the car crash. What would he know about sex? Before the crash, he was a beast in bed, sure, but too bad... Trash is still trash." Ashley Swift's voice slid through the thin wall, edged with bone-deep contempt and feverish pride. "Tonight, we follow the plan. My bestie, Kara Piper, already agreed. Let her and my foolish husband put on a show. We'll catch them in bed." "We kick him out with nothing, make him crawl away like a real stray. From then on, everything the Swift family owns will have nothing to do with him." Ashley's lover sounded startled, wary. "Kara Piper? The friend you grew up with? She agreed? Isn't she into girls and sick of men? What did you offer to make her swallow her pride?" Kara Piper was one of Junbert's top three beauties—a breathtaking beauty and a national goddess. The golden boy of capital high society had once chased her like a madman. She was the dream woman for every man in Junbert. And yet tonight, she would offer herself. They thought the plan was foolproof, but anything could happen. The thought of a top-tier goddess surrendering her first time to a fool made Ashley's lover's chest knot with jealous, simmering rage. They weren't worried at all that Dante would overhear. Three years earlier, a carefully staged car crash had changed Dante's family. It wrecked his mother, Pamela's, brain and left her in a comatose state, kept alive in a hospital by machines that burned money by the minute. Dante woke from severe injuries only to be diagnosed with permanent brain damage. The Swift family, a second-rate family from Junbert, became known only because Ashley married into Dante's well-born household. Posing as benefactors, they took over Pamela Group, the company owned by Dante and his mother. To outsiders, the Swift family was saints paying sky-high medical bills, sheltering a disabled son-in-law, and keeping his company running. Ashley's image as a wife who refused to abandon Dante fooled everyone in Junbert. In truth, Dante had lived in hell for three long years. The dog collar around his neck was engraved: "The Swift family's loyal dog." The basement was his lightless cage. Day after day, he scrubbed floors, scoured toilets, and washed the family's filthy laundry. Leftover food kept him alive. His worst torment came from his mother-in-law, Gemma, who had married and given birth at eighteen. She was thirty-eight. Her husband, past forty, was unable to satisfy her. A bottomless hunger gnawed at her, and soon enough her gaze settled on Dante's tall, powerful frame. To keep her husband and daughter from suspecting anything, she treated Dante with extra cruelty, all while looking for chances to corner him alone. By dinnertime, the house was lit up. Kara Piper arrived. Flushed and glowing, Ashley, in high spirits, made an exception and gave Dante a glass of wine. "Ashley, can you get this idiot away from me? He makes my stomach turn. I can't eat." Kara shot Dante a glance full of revulsion. Goosebumps rose on her arms. Ashley's brows slanted coldly. "Idiot, get over to the kennel. Don't ruin our appetite." Dante dragged the yellow mutt to the kennel and lay on his belly. Like an animal, he scrambled and gnawed at the bone the Swift family had tossed, a few scraps of meat clinging to it. Each time he dipped his head, the chain gave a small, humiliating clink. Once dinner was over, the plan kicked off. Kara, with a figure that outshone Ashley's, carried a glass of wine into Dante's musty basement room. "Idiot." She softened her voice on purpose, but calculation and a thin film of disgust still gleamed in her eyes. "The Swift family has taken you and your mother in for three years. That's mercy enough. You can't drag my best friend down for the rest of her life. She's still young." She shoved the glass into Dante's hand. "For the Swift family's reputation, and for my best friend's happiness, do as you're told. After this little act, you're walking out with nothing. With that dumb look of yours, you might even scrape by begging on the street. Drink up. Be good." Dante took the glass without a flicker and downed the wine. A searing heat detonated from the pit of his belly and poured through every nerve and bone. The wine had been drugged. He snapped his head up. The muddle in his eyes filled with bloodshot threads. Like a starving beast, he locked onto his prey, Kara. "Ahh! Idiot, what's wrong with you?" Kara flinched at the predatory ferocity in Dante's gaze, then reminded herself of the plan she and Ashley had agreed on. "I-idiot, come on!" She would seduce Dante. At the decisive moment, Ashley would burst in. Kara would pretend to fight him off and be rescued. Witnesses and evidence, all in a neat pile. Kara's fingers slipped into her pocket, brushing her phone. One press would call Ashley. "Idiot! Keep going! Why are you so clumsy? Hurry up and tear my clothes!" She coached him, going through the motions of resistance as he lunged and yanked at her blouse. Rip! The fragile fabric gave. A pale, sleek shoulder and a fine collarbone flashed in the air, curves rising under the ripped neckline. Everything was under Kara's control. Then, all at once, the body on top of her went rigid. Dante froze like a statue, every ounce of frenzy turned to stone. Silence fell hard. Only Kara's rough breathing and hammering heartbeat filled the room. "I... idiot?" Stunned, she blinked. This wasn't in the script. Shouldn't Dante keep going like a rutting beast? She stared at his face. The dullness in his eyes had cleared. He gave his heavy head a slow shake, and the fog in his gaze washed away. He remembered everything. The Swift family had engineered the car crash three years ago to seize power. After he woke, Ashley bribed the doctors and had other drugs mixed into his medication, turning him into a fool. They never knew that Dante was not truly brain-dead. A fragment of his Soul Fire had crossed the universe to the Cultivation Realm and seized the body of a farm boy. With the traditional medicine Dante studied in college, he took the path of cultivation through medicine and rose to fame in that brutal world as the Medicine Lord. High above all, the Medicine Lord had one regret. He could not return to Earth to cut down his enemies and honor his mother. He had not expected a drugged glass of wine to pull that fragment of his Soul Fire back into his body. The Medicine Lord, feared by ancient powers and bowed to by ten thousand races, fused in that instant with the chained, foolish Dante Easton. Boom! An invisible pressure, powerful enough to crush a soul, exploded from Dante. The atmosphere in the room tightened. The temperature fell. It was a murderous intent steeped in the blood of the mighty. Kara took the blast full on. It felt like being hurled into a bottomless ice pit. Terror hit so hard her jaw chattered. Even her scream was stuck in her throat. "I-idiot... You... you..." She stared into eyes that seemed to swallow all light and felt her spirit scatter. Dante's gaze slid past the terror on her face and settled on the hand sneaking toward her pocket to dial. The corner of his mouth curled into a cruel smile. "Weren't you the one throwing yourself at me?" His hand shot out like lightning. His fingers clamped Kara's wrist. In the next second, he took the phone from her grip, barely glanced at it, and flicked his arm. Whoosh! The phone sailed through the open window into the darkness outside and shattered into pieces. "Ahh! My..." Kara's panic had only just risen. Dante dropped his weight, pinning her. Their bodies pressed tight, not a sliver of space between them. His breath, hot with wine and drug, fanned her ashen face. Those abyss-deep eyes fixed on the widening fear in her eyes. His voice came low, a judgment from the coldest depths, rimmed with a taunting cruelty, whispering at her ear. "Since you're so eager to teach me how to have you..." "Then I'll make sure you get exactly what you asked for."

Divine Healer's Vengeful Return

Chapter 1: The Foolish Dante Easton

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