Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 254

Chapter 254: The Sinful Ice Queen

Three other women. Same setup—zip-tied, broken but breathing. Wives of Miami’s elite: tech execs, pharma giants, social royalty. Charlotte’s world. My world.

The terror in that room was oxygen-thick. You could choke on it.

"They took my shares," Margaret blurted, desperation spilling out in jagged bursts. "Five percent of my holdings—they threatened, blackmailed me, hacked my accounts. And—Eros—they know about Charlotte. Her academic documentation. They’ll release it if—"

"Margaret." I dropped to one knee beside her, steel in my voice even as my stomach knotted. "Charlotte is safe. Madison’s got her. You focus on breathing. I’m getting all of you out."

My words were steady. My pulse was not.

Because whoever set this up hadn’t just targeted Margaret. They’d come for me, Charlotte, everything.

And they wanted me to know it.

The relief on Margaret’s face gutted me. Tears streaked down her bruised skin, that maternal terror finally bleeding into something softer. "She’s safe? You’re sure?"

"I promise. Charlotte is safe."

The words felt heavier than any bulletproof vest.

The other women latched onto them like drowning victims to driftwood.

"Please," sobbed Erin Vasquez—yes, that Erin Vasquez, whose husband probably owned half the FDA. "They said we’re worth more dead than alive if negotiations fail."

"My kids don’t even know I’m gone," whispered another, voice brittle. "My husband told them I was at a spa retreat. If something happens—"

The youngest broke down entirely, choking on her own terror. "They made me watch... they made me watch while they hurt the others. The ones who didn’t survive."

The room tilted for a second. Margaret—bruised, trembling, half-broken—still found the strength to lean toward me, her mother’s instinct overriding her own trauma. "Eros, please. Save them all. They have families. Children."

Four sets of eyes. Four lifelines of desperate hope.

Sixty seconds, maybe less, before this basement turned into a meat grinder. One stairwell. A dozen armed hostiles inbound.

Taking Margaret alone would be a nightmare. Taking four was basically begging God for a miracle. Problem was—I don’t exactly do "God."

"Master," ARIA cut through the noise, voice edged with something dangerously close to fear. "Hostiles at the stairwell. You have forty seconds to decide."

Forty seconds. Four lives. And the crushing realization that supernatural seduction didn’t come with a savior patch.

But looking at Margaret’s face, and the terror carved into the others, I knew there was only one option I could live with.

I pulled the combat knife, steel gleaming under the strobe of emergency lights. "Everyone shut up and do exactly as I say. We’re all getting out alive."

Was I lying? Probably. Was I about to try anyway? Absolutely.

Because this wasn’t a rescue anymore. This was my trial by fire.

The real test of what I’d become was about to begin.

**

Helena Voss stood framed by floor-to-ceiling windows, Miami’s glittering skyline sprawled behind her like conquered territory. But the city’s lights were background noise—cheap jewelry compared to the woman who owned the room through sheer, terrifying presence.

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