Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 568

Chapter 568: Kayla’s Soul

The tour ended back on the main floor, in the heart of the command center she had built for us.

The city lights twinkled beyond the glass, a silent, indifferent audience to the raw human drama playing out in the room. Kayla’s explanation of the server architecture had tapered off, the professional armor finally melting away completely in the face of my quiet acceptance.

She stood there, bathed in the cool glow of the sleeping monitors, looking lost and beautiful in the vast, empty space she’d poured her soul into.

"Peter?" Her voice was a fragile thread, almost lost in the low hum of the servers.

I turned from the window. "Yeah?"

She took a hesitant step forward, and then another, as if each inch cost her a piece of her pride.

The confident Kayla who had driven us here, who had faced down Lea without flinching, was gone. In her place was a girl stripped of every defense, every last bit of artifice, leaving something exquisitely, terrifyingly vulnerable.

She stopped directly in front of me, so close I could feel the warmth radiating from her skin, could smell the faint, salty scent of her tears. Her eyes, usually so sharp and full of calculated desire, were now wide with something pure and terrifying. Adoration.

The look you give not a lover, but a deity you thought had forgotten you.

She slowly raised a hand, her fingers trembling slightly. It wasn’t a seductive gesture; it was a sacrament. An offering. She gently laid her palm flat against my chest, over my heart. The contact was electric, a point of pure, searing heat that burned through my shirt.

"I..." she started, but her voice broke on the single word.

She just shook her head, as if any language she knew was insufficient to convey the weight of what she felt, and rested her forehead against my shoulder.

Her body sagged against mine, a weight of relieved, repentant exhaustion. For a long moment, I didn’t move, just feeling her trust, a complete and total surrender that was more intimate than any kiss. It was the kind of profound connection that has nothing to do with sex and everything to do with souls laid bare.

This was her real apology. Not the office, not the contract, not the money—this raw, unguarded vulnerability was the currency of her remorse.

My arms came up slowly, wrapping around her, pulling her closer.

I held her not with passion, but with a profound, gentle care that felt foreign to me. One hand splayed across the small of her back, feeling the delicate bones beneath her designer top, the other came up to cup the back of her head, my fingers tangling softly in her hair.

She let out a shuddering breath against my neck, a sound that was half-sob, half-sigh, a sound of a soul finally letting go of a burden it had carried for far too long.

"You believed me," she whispered, her voice muffled by my shirt, thick with disbelief. "After everything... you actually believed me."

"I saw the proof," I said, my voice a low rumble against her ear. "I saw the dates on the contract. I saw the security logs." I paused, tightening my hold slightly. "But mostly, I saw you. All of it."

She tightened her grip on my jacket, clutching me like I was the only solid thing in a world that had just proven to be cruelly unfair.

"I don’t know how to thank you," she breathed. "I built this whole place thinking it would fix everything. That it would be enough. And when I saw you tonight... I was so scared it would just look like another trick. Like I was just trying to..."

I pulled back slightly, just enough to look at her. Her face was streaked with tear stains, her eyes puffy and red. She had never looked more beautiful. I gently tilted her chin up, forcing her gaze to meet mine.

"Hey," I said softly. "Look at me."

Her eyes, swimming with fresh tears, met mine.

"You didn’t build a studio as an apology, Kayla," I said, my thumb gently stroking her cheek, wiping away a tear. It felt warm, alive. "You built an altar. And you were going to lay your entire future on it just for a chance at forgiveness. Do you have any idea how precious that is? How rare?"

Someone could argue this was not enough or did not count as a real apology, over looking the fact that she was just eighteen, yet she did this!

A choked sob escaped her. "I just wanted to make it right."

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