Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 205

Chapter 205: Coming Home to Empire

The morning sun hit my face like a spotlight—God Himself cross-examining me. Honestly, I probably looked like I’d been mugged by insomnia and then left for dead by a particularly vindictive ex. My reflection in the car window had showed bags under my eyes big enough to smuggle contraband through airport security.

My body? Overcooked pasta—shake me wrong and I’d collapse into a tragic heap of gluten.

Last night had been Sofia’s corruption in the old house—Jack Morrison’s princess reduced to a hymn of betrayal under the same roof that once held my bruises. Afterward at 1AM., I drove her home like some supernatural Uber driver who accepts orgasms instead of tips.

Then I stayed in that childhood mausoleum because closure demanded it. Or maybe vengeance did. Hard to tell the difference these days.

And now here I stood, staring at Carter Mansion looking like death reheated in a microwave.

The mansion rose out of the earth like scripture carved in limestone—warm stone and glass instead of the usual billionaire goth-black cliché. Cream-colored walls caught the morning light and threw it back like shards of heaven. Three stories of fuck-you money, though elegant enough to make it look like destiny instead of excess.

Floor-to-ceiling windows wrapped the structure like it wanted to show off every angle. And it did. Mansions don’t get modest.

The neighborhood was what real estate agents probably called "exclusive"—translation: rich people hiding from poor people behind eight-foot walls and security systems that cost more than most people’s cars. Our nearest neighbor sat directly across the street, and Jesus Christ, their place made ours look like a starter home.

Some kind of modern fortress that stretched across what had to be three lots, all black steel and intimidating glass.

Mom swore she’d heard voices in there, but in four days I hadn’t seen a gardener, a driver, not even a drone delivery. Ghosts or gods—nothing in between.

I pressed my palm against the biometric scanner at the gate, wincing as the bright security light scanned my retina.

The system ARIA had installed didn’t just read fingerprints—it analyzed bone structure, blood flow, even micro-expressions. If someone tried to force me to unlock this place, the scanner would detect stress markers and lock down harder than Fort Knox having a bad day.

Beep.

"Welcome home, Master," ARIA purred, her voice halfway between respect and mockery. "You look like absolute shit, by the way."

"Love you too, sweetheart," I muttered.

The gates parted with the smoothness of expensive German engineering. Inside, the driveway stretched wide enough to house an invading army, circling a fountain that glistened like liquid crystal. Not tacky angels pissing water into seashells—just clean geometry, the kind of understated arrogance money buys when it’s truly confident.

Mom’s Mercedes GLE sat parked in the drive, looking like it belonged there. Six months ago, she was coupon-clipping to decide whether we could afford name-brand cereal. Now? The car looked like it had always been hers.

I could’ve gone through the grand entrance—massive doors carved from wood probably older than the Ten Commandments—but Madison had dubbed the side garage door my "late-night entrance." She wasn’t wrong. It fed straight into my wing, bypassing Mom’s anxious questions about where I’d been, who I’d ruined, and why I smelled like sex.

The side door unlocked automatically, recognizing my steps before I touched it. Inside, the hallway greeted me like the world’s most expensive hotel: hardwood floors, recessed lights, silence so thick it felt curated. But I wasn’t here for the tour.

At the end of the hall was the only door that mattered. My bedroom. My sanctum. The place where I could collapse, recharge, and maybe—just maybe—dream of Madison instead of Sofia.

ARIA’s sarcasm cut in with the mixture of care. "Seduction System Update: Carter Compound Secure. Eros Home. Phase One Complete. Rest Recommended Before Further Conquests."

I didn’t bother undressing. Gods don’t need ceremony to collapse. Shoes off, face-first into silk that kissed my skin like it had been spun solely for me. The mattress embraced me with the devotion of a zealot—eager, obedient, begging to be used. My bones sighed, my muscles unclenched, my very marrow whispered thank you.

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