Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 431

Chapter 431: Meeting Maya

[Isabella Total: 3,680 SP]

[Current Balance: 373,680 SP ($37,368,000)]

It took time for Isabella to recover, her body spent and her spirit serene. I cleaned her with a tenderness that felt both new and ancient, washing away the evidence of our passion in the penthouse’s spacious shower.

The hotel’s service was impeccable; after each guest, the suite was not just cleaned, but restocked with a new wardrobe. The clothes were of good quality, though not the bespoke luxury my women should now be accustomed to.

Still, Isabella had no complaints as I dressed her in a simple, elegant dress.

She would, of course, need to bring her new things here from the estate or purchase more to leave at the penthouse, as she’d be visiting my estate often and she would bring things over each time, such a hassle.

The latter option was best—a fresh start, a new collection for this new Chapter, for both her and her daughter.

There was only one agenda remaining: meeting Maya.

Yes, Isabella had expressed her desire for me to meet her daughter, to be introduced not as a secret, but as her man.

According to her, Maya was eager to meet me. The mother and daughter shared everything—a fact I’d learned from Isabella’s stories, both during our intimate moments and in the quiet aftermath.

Talking about her daughter during sex would have been decidedly weird, but afterward, wrapped in each other, the stories flowed freely.

Now, Maya was retrieving their essentials from the motel, where they’d been staying since they left their home to here, and bringing them here. The least I could do—since I was ravenously hungry, Isabella would be too upon waking, and Maya likely was as well—was to provide a meal.

No, a feast. A celebration to mark this pivotal day: the day I met my woman’s daughter, my step-daughter in any meaningful sense of the word. The irony that she was a year older than her potential step-father was not lost on me.

I stood in the penthouse kitchen, adjusting the final silver dome over a spread I’d cooked but I will probably say I ordered from the hotel’s five-star restaurant. The marble countertop was a landscape of luxury: lobster thermidor, wagyu beef, delicate desserts.

It was a statement.

I had shifted into a new attire after Isabella fell asleep. The cream-colored knit polo I wore clung to my frame—not tight but fitted enough to trace the powerful outline of my chest and shoulders. At six-foot-three, my physique was a presence that casual clothing could not conceal.

The short sleeves revealed forearms that looked sculpted from marble, and the ribbed texture of the fabric seemed to accentuate every defined muscle. Black, perfectly tailored slacks completed the look—understated yet undeniable.

Through the vast floor-to-ceiling windows behind me, Los Angeles glittered in the late afternoon sun, a kingdom sprawled out fifty-one floors below.

I pulled out my phone and dialed the front desk.

"Celestial Grand, how may I assist?" Crisp. Efficient.

"This is Eros Desiderion, Penthouse 5101. Expecting a visitor—Maya Rodriguez. Escort her directly upon arrival. She’s a student. About seventeen and eighteen."

"Certainly, sir. We’ll bring her up immediately."

Addendum needed: "Ms. Rodriguez—Isabella—resting. Ensure discretion."

"Understood."

I ended the call. Everything was ready. The stage was set for a girl to meet the man who loved her mother. The impression needed to be perfect: approachable yet formidable; a safe harbor, but one that commanded absolute respect.

I stood at the doorway of the penthouse’s master bedroom.

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