Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 442

Chapter 442: Sofia’s Public Declaration

The viewer count shattered 4,000. The chat was a waterfall of disbelief and hype.

I couldn’t help shaking my head, still sitting in the Veneno, watching this circus unfold through the windshield.

Connor Hayes was technically our friend back then, he’d proven himself loyal enough to enter our inner circle (Me, Tommy and the Twins). Which meant he knew things. Real things. Including how Kayla Richards had actually gotten that software.

The seduction. The manipulation.

The way Sarah’s friend had played me like a fucking violin.

I’d been sixteen. Kayla had been cute, flirty, paying attention to me when nobody else did. She’d shown interest.

Asked questions.

Made me feel seen.

And somewhere in those late-night conversations, she’d mentioned this blockchain project she was working on. How she was struggling with the cryptographic protocols and whatnots. How she’d heard I was good with code.

I’d built it for her. Spent week on it. Custom blockchain architecture with advanced verification protocols and security layers that would’ve made professional developers jealous. Handed it over thinking she genuinely cared about me.

I was really a fool and a simp back then, wasn’t I?

She’d gotten the interview at Mirror Crypto House within a week.

Got the job within two minutes in the interview before it even ended. I had built it and she’d been there, I had explained it to her. In and outs and Kayla was a genius and smart enough to know it like it did.

Disappeared from school the day after her first paycheck.

I hadn’t heard from her since. No thank you. No acknowledgment. Nothing. Just gone, with my work as her golden ticket.

Sarah’s friend. Someone I’d actually thought might love me. Or at least like me enough to not completely ghost after using me.

Stupid. I’d been so fucking stupid.

"Actually, Master," ARIA’s voice cut through my thoughts, clinical and matter-of-fact. "Kayla Richards returned to Lincoln High two days ago. She’s been attending classes regularly. Sarah chose not to inform you, believing it would hurt your feelings."

I sat there, hands still on the Veneno’s steering wheel, processing that.

Kayla was back. Had been back for two days. At this school. Walking these halls. And Sarah—protective, analytical Sarah—had deliberately hidden it from me.

To protect my feelings.

The girl who’d used me, exploited my skills, and vanished with my work was somewhere in this crowd right now. Probably watching this whole spectacle. Probably seeing me step out of a custom million-dollar hypercar while Connor broadcast her betrayal to four thousand people.

I wondered if she felt anything. Guilt. Shame. Satisfaction at her success.

Probably nothing.

People like Kayla didn’t feel guilt. They felt opportunity. And I’d been an opportunity she’d exploited perfectly. Or maybe she felt guilt... who knew? Who cares?

I killed the Veneno’s engine. The silence after that V12 shriek was deafening.

I stepped out.

The Veneno’s scissor door lifted, and I unfolded from the cockpit—six-foot-three of post-race euphoria and godly good looks courtesy of the All-Perfect Pill and the Taboo System. The cream polo that had looked good this morning now looked like it had been tailored by gods. Not a hair out of place despite driving like I was outrunning the apocalypse.

The crowd noise shifted.

Girls’ whispers cut through the general chaos:

"Oh my God, is that Peter Carter?"

"He looks so different—"

"How is he that hot?"

"He’s been gone like a week and came back looking like THAT?"

"Those arms though—"

"I would let him—"

Some guys laughed, voices carrying: "It’s the car, bro. The Lamborghini’s blinding them. Peter Carter? Hot? Please."

Poor bastards. The System wouldn’t let them see what the girls saw. They looked at me and their brains just... adjusted reality. Smoothed out the threat. Made me dismissible.

The girls had no such protection.

Their pupils dilated. Hearts raced. The Lust Presence and Taboo Aura did the work but I let the pheromones wash over them too seal the deal, like a wave they couldn’t name but definitely felt.

Madison’s door scissored up. She rose from the center seat with fluid grace, pulled off her sunglasses, and immediately walked over to me.

She didn’t say anything. Just wrapped both arms around my right arm, pressed against me, smiled up with that dangerous satisfaction.

"That was fun," she said simply. "We should do it every day."

Connor was still livestreaming, now at 3500 viewers, narrating everything: "And there’s Madison Torres herself, Heiress of Torres Developments worthy $500 billions ladies and gentlemen! Claiming Lincoln High’s mysterious tech god!"

I shook my head once. Subtle. Clear.

"You know what though?" Tommy’s tone shifted. Still friendly. But with an edge underneath. "I remember when you used to roll with us. The winning group. But then the quarterback squad called, and suddenly we weren’t good enough anymore, huh?"

He walked away.

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