Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs Chapter 436: The 20 Billions Success

The goodbye at Mom’s was a tapestry of soft touches and lingering glances. A kiss on Mom’s forehead, a promise in her eyes. A hug for Sarah, a whispered tease for Emma. Then, I was in the AMG One, the engine’s growl a solitary sound in the twilight, carrying back to the heart of my empire.

At 8 p.m. on the dot, the heavy gates of the estate groaned open, recognizing their master. I guided the car into its sanctum, the purr dying into a satisfied silence. Stepping out, the night air was cool, but the light spilling from the main house was warm, alive with laughter and the clink of cutlery.

I found them in the grand dining room, a scene of vibrant chaos. Soo-Jin was placing the final dish on the long table, her movents precise. But my entrance stilled the room for a heartbeat.

Then, a wave of warmth hit . I moved around the table, greeting each of my won with a kiss—a brush of lips on Vivienne’s cheek, a deeper, more promising kiss for Amanda, a gentle press against Luna’s forehead.

And then there was Anastasia.

By the way, this woman was different. She is of a line of Tsars, Master. A princess in exile, her dignity a shield.

But that shield was gone now, replaced by a palpable, almost vibrating aura of devotion. It wasn’t just excitent for the work we would do. It was the sight of . Her eyes, a striking Siberian blue, held a light I had ignited, a look of pure, unabashed love that transford her noble features into sothing soft and vulnerable.

I cupped her face, my thumb stroking her cheek, and her eyes fluttered closed as if in prayer.

Each woman here was a universe I had unlocked, a mystery whose secrets I now held. To unravel them all would be a lifeti’s work.

I took my seat between Amanda and Vivienne, the natural center of their orbit. Margaret sat across from , holding court. It was fascinating to watch.

Apart from Janet and Luna, these won had known each other for years, a circle of mature elegance. And Margaret was their undisputed queen. Yet, since the kidnapping, a shadow clung to her.

The fun, flirty MILF I’d first encountered in Miami, the one with a wicked grin and a daring spark, had been muted.

The trauma was a veil over her vibrancy.

I wanted to help her, to pull that veil away. But I’d been consud by other fires. Tonight, the hungry looks from the others—Vivienne’s sly smile, Amanda’s predatory gaze—told this dinner would not last long.

But if it ended early, my path was clear. I would go to the guest house.

I would sit with Margaret. I would try to coax the real her back to the surface, to convince her that safety and joy waited here, in the main house, with us.

I watched her laugh at sothing Amanda said, a genuine but weary sound. Without even realizing it, I had woven both her and Charlotte into the fabric of this new family.

Charlotte, who had confessed her world was a lonely loop of work and strained conversations with her mother, now had a constellation of won around her. Margaret, whose friends were an ocean away, now had Amanda as a constant temptation and the rest as a lively court.

With them here, her loneliness was banished.

As the conversation flowed around , I caught Margaret’s eye. I gave her a slow, deliberate smile, one that promised more than conversation. A ssage passed between us, silent and clear.

’I see your pain,’ the smile said. ’And I see the fierce woman behind it. Your daughter needs ti to heal, and I will give her that. But you... you are ready. And when you are whole again, I will fuck you so thoroughly, so brilliantly, that I will rock the very foundations of the world you’ve built. I will make you rember what it is to feel alive. But above all, I will take care of you both.’

She held my gaze for a mont, a faint blush rising on her cheeks, before looking down at her wine glass with a small, almost imperceptible smile. The connection was made. The ga was afoot on all fronts.

After dinner, my phone lit up with Madison’s na.

Finally. The prodigal queen deigned to contact .

I answered on the second ring, stepping away from the living room where Maya was examining the view. "Well, well, well. Look who rembered I exist."

"Peter!" Her voice ca through bright and breathless. "Oh my God, I missed you so much. Like, so, so much. You have no idea."

"You ghosted for days to laugh about with Isabella."

"I know, I know, I’m terrible." She didn’t sound remotely sorry. "But I was so busy! And it was funny. You have to admit it was funny."

"It was not funny."

"It was a little funny."

"Madison."

"Okay, okay, I’m sorry!" But she was laughing. "I promise I’ll make it up to you. I’ll do that thing you like. You know the one."

"You’re going to have to be more specific because there are several things."

"All of them. I’ll do all of them."

I couldn’t help but smile. "You’re impossible."

"But you love anyway."

"Debatable."

"Liar." Her voice softened. "I really did miss you though. How’s everything? How’s the penthouse? Did you et Maya yet?"

"Yeah, just had dinner with her actually."

"And? How’d it go?"

"Turns out I knew her. From Lincoln Heights. Elentary school."

"What?" Madison’s voice pitched up. "Are you serious?"

"Dead serious. Small world."

"That’s insane. Is it weird?"

"A little. But it’s... good, weird, I think. We talked. She’s protective of Isabella but she seems okay with everything."

"That’s good. That’s really good." I could hear her moving around, fabric rustling. "I’m happy for you. For all of you."

"Thanks. Now tell why you actually called. Because I know you didn’t just call to apologize for ghosting ."

She laughed. "You know too well. Okay, so—big news. Huge news. Are you ready?"

"Hit ."