Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 547

Chapter 547: Rebecca Hartwell

Catherine’s expression shifted. Professional mask dropping slightly. "Rebecca Hartwell. 34. VP of Operations at Stellar Dynamics—aerospace company. She runs their entire West Coast operation. Brilliant woman. Absolutely brilliant."

I waited. There was always more. The good shit was never on the surface.

"Divorced six months ago. Husband left her for his 23-year-old assistant." Catherine’s voice went cold, that ice-queen tone that meant she was personally offended on behalf of another woman. "The assistant he’d been fucking for eight months while telling Rebecca her body didn’t do it for him anymore."

Fuck.

"She came to me three weeks ago. Took her that long to work up the courage after finding my card." Catherine pressed the elevator button. "Do you know how many times she called and hung up before I answered?"

"How many?"

"Seventeen times over two weeks." She pressed the button again, harder, like it was personally responsible for Rebecca’s pain. "When she finally came in for consultation, she could barely look at me. Kept apologizing. Asking if this made her pathetic."

I felt that familiar rage building. The one that came whenever I heard about men destroying women, taking something beautiful and strong and twisting it into self-doubt and shame.

"She told me—" Catherine’s voice caught slightly, that rare crack in her armor. "She told me she just wanted to feel beautiful again. Wanted someone to look at her like she mattered. Like she was worth wanting."

The elevator doors opened. Executive floor.

"I told her I had someone perfect for her." Catherine looked at me, and her eyes had that fierce protectiveness that made me understand why women trusted her with their secrets. "Don’t make me a liar, Eros."

"I won’t."

"She’s terrified. Vulnerable. This is her first time doing anything like this. She’s never even had a one-night stand."

I’ll take care of her."

"I know." Catherine smiled, small but genuine. "That’s why I chose you."

The doors started closing. I stepped inside.

"Eros?"

I looked back.

"Thank you. For understanding what this is really about."

The doors closed. I rode up in silence, thinking about Rebecca Hartwell. 34. VP of Operations. Running West Coast operations for a multi-billion dollar aerospace company.

Seventeen phone calls before she could speak to Catherine.

Three weeks to work up courage.

How many nights did she lie awake? Staring at Meridian’s website? Reading reviews? Maybe asking friends she trusted—carefully, quietly, ashamed but desperate.

How many times did she type "high-end escort Los Angeles" into Google and then delete her search history?

How long did she cry in the shower? In her car? At her desk between meetings where she had to be the competent VP?

What did it cost her—not the money, fuck the money—what did it cost her soul to walk through Meridian’s doors and admit she needed this?

To pay someone to make her feel desired because her husband had convinced her she wasn’t worth wanting for free?

The elevator chimed. Executive floor.

I stepped out. Plush hallway. Soft lighting. Suite 7 at the end.

I walked slowly.

This wasn’t about me. Wasn’t about adding another conquest or earning SP or building my empire. This was about Rebecca Hartwell. About a woman who’d been brave enough to come here despite everything telling her she shouldn’t.

I reached Suite 7. Stood outside for a moment.

Heard movement inside. Pacing. The soft sound of breathing—quick, nervous.

She was terrified.

I stayed there for two whole minutes as my being synched with her.

Navy blazer, perfectly tailored, nipped in at the waist just enough to hint at the curve beneath without ever announcing it. White silk blouse beneath, the top button undone (only one), revealing the delicate line of her collarbone and the faintest shadow between. Tailored charcoal slacks that followed the long, clean line of her legs and stopped just above elegant ankles.

"Hi," I said. Kept my voice gentle. "I’m Eros."

"Rebecca." Her voice was steady. Professional. The voice she used in boardrooms. But it cracked slightly at the end. "Hi. Come in."

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