Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 347

Chapter 347: Voice-Fucked?

"But here’s what’s interesting," I said, my voice dropping just slightly—not quite seductive, but... intense. "All of these lawsuits? They could disappear. Today. Complete withdrawal with prejudice, meaning they can never be refiled."

{There’s something in his voice... not flirtation exactly, but something that makes me want to lean closer, to agree to anything he says. Christ, what is wrong with me?}

"You’re proposing a settlement?" Sable asked carefully.

"No." I smiled—just a ghost of one. "I’m proposing a partnership. Quantum Tech needs media coverage for today’s auction of five major tech companies and the next projects, we need the media powerhouse, advertising machine gun. Rivera Next Media needs to rehabilitate its image and prove it wasn’t complicit in Antonio’s schemes. Imagine if all four entities—Quantum Tech, Harvard, Stanford, and Rivera—issued a joint statement about the fact that Antonio acted alone, that the Rivera family were victims of his betrayal."

Sable’s breathing had gone shallow. "That would require the universities to—"

"I hold the subpoena rights," I said simply. "Harvard and Stanford already sold them to me for a nice profit. They’d be happy to participate in a joint statement that makes them look like responsible institutions protecting academic integrity while supporting legitimate business."

ARIA’s voice whispered in my mind: "Master, you’re literally seducing her with corporate strategy. You’re such a hypocrite after claiming this wasn’t about sex."

I ignored her, focusing on Sable.

"You’re leveraging your advantage," Sable said slowly. "This sounds like a threat dressed up as partnership."

"You’re right," I admitted, surprising her. "It does sound like that. But look past the leverage for a moment. See what real partnership could bring."

I leaned back, letting my words hang in the air like smoke. "A few billion in lawsuits? That would only graze the Rivera empire. You could eat that loss and keep moving—wounded, but alive. The lawsuits themselves mean nothing to you in the long run."

Sable’s eyes narrowed slightly, caught between suspicion and intrigue.

"But imagine," I continued, my voice taking on an almost hypnotic quality without meaning to, "if instead of spending months or years rebuilding your reputation, fighting depositions, managing PR disasters—imagine if by end of business today, Rivera Next Media emerges as the heroic family who exposed their own son-in-law’s betrayal. The media empire that chose integrity, morality and righteousness over family loyalty."

{The way he paints the picture... I can see it. And God help me, I want it. Not just the business victory—I want to be part of whatever game he’s playing.}

"Your cleanup timeline goes from years to hours," I said. "Your stock price, which dropped 19% since yesterday, rebounds by market close. Your advertisers, who are currently ’reassessing their partnerships,’ suddenly see you as the trustworthy option again."

"And in exchange?" Sable asked, though we both knew the answer.

"Rivera Next Media becomes Quantum Tech’s exclusive media partner. You get first access to every innovation, every breakthrough, every announcement. The tech story of the century, and you own it."

She was quiet for a long moment, studying me with those storm-cloud eyes.

"You saw this coming," she said finally. "The arrests, the lawsuits, the opportunity. You positioned yourself to capitalize on our crisis."

"I saw a man destroying his family for personal gain," I corrected. "And I positioned myself to offer that family a way out. The fact that it benefits me too? That’s just good business."

Instead of making me seem untrustworthy, I could see something shift in her expression. This wasn’t predatory opportunism—this was chess. And she respected the game.

{He’s dangerous. Not physically—though God knows he could probably break me in half with that bulging cock I can see—but mentally. He’s three steps ahead of everyone, including us. A real player who capitalizes on disadvantages before advantages. That should terrify me as much as I am terrified of that cock in my small, lonely pussy. Instead... }

"What if I told you there was more?" I asked, watching her reaction carefully. "Evidence that not only clears the family name but identifies who else was involved in Antonio’s schemes?"

Sable went very still. "You have evidence of co-conspirators?"

"ARIA," I said to my phone, "show the network analysis."

ARIA chimed in my head: "Master, that last line was absolutely layered with seduction. You turned corporate philosophy into foreplay. I’m actually impressed."

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