Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 570

Chapter 570: Reyna

Here’s the thing about Kayla’s little apology gift: it was like she’d handed me a fucking rocket when I already had a spaceship, except this rocket came with a built-in customer base that didn’t know they were paying for my shit.

Already has a hedge fund—which she didn’t know about, because of course she didn’t, because I’m not exactly putting "billionaire crypto mogul" on my Instagram bio—but in Kayla’s case, my hedge fund was like having a built-in customer who’s also the owner.

Like imagine you open a blockchain studio to apologize to your ex, and it turns out that ex owns a hedge fund that needs secure trading systems and smart contracts.

Suddenly your fund is paying her studio to build all the crypto infrastructure, guaranteed money from day one, no awkward sales pitches required.

But it gets better—because with me, it always gets better. Other hedge funds see Peter Carter, this mysterious billionaire, trusting her studio’s crypto systems, and they think, shit, if he’s using them, they must be the real fucking deal. So they come knocking. Suddenly she’s got a waiting list of finance bros waving money at her.

Plus—and this is the part that makes my dick hard more than the money—I knows which crypto projects are about to blow up. Inside information from my investment network, from ARIA’s predictive models.

So, Kayla’s studio gets first dibs on building platforms for the next Bitcoin, the next Ethereum, the next whatever-the-fuck is going to make people rich overnight.

And the real kicker? When my fund makes millions investing in a new cryptocurrency, and Kayla’s studio gets paid $200K to build that cryptocurrency’s entire system, we’re both profiting from the same deal. It’s like we’re fucking the same market from different angles, and the market is just loving every second of it.

She thought she was giving him a $2-3 million business as an apology. He just plugged it into his billion-dollar crypto operation and turned it into a $50-100 million goldmine.

She’s about to realize her "I’m sorry" gift is about to make her richer than the job she stole from him ever could.

Think of it like this: Peter has a company that bets on which new apps will become popular (his hedge fund). Kayla has a company that builds those apps (her studio).

Now imagine Peter says, "I’m betting $10 million that this new app will be huge—Kayla, I’ll pay you $500K to build it for me." His company makes money if the app succeeds. Her company makes money building it.

They both win from the same project.

When other betting companies see that my billionaire hedge fund is using Kayla’s team to build my apps... Suddenly Kayla has ten other companies asking her to build their shit. I turned her studio into the official builder for my entire empire.

What was supposed to make a few million a year? With my network and money behind it? Could make $50-100 million.

Peter doesn’t need Kayla’s studio for himself—he already built better systems in his fucking basement at age sixteen. But OTHER people don’t know that. What I get is a legitimate business front where I can white-label my technology through her company.

When rich clients come to Kayla’s studio asking for crypto systems, I (behind the scenes) provide the tech, the studio delivers it, and we split the profit. I get to monetize my knowledge without revealing I’m the genius behind it. She gets to sell cutting-edge tech she could never build alone.

It’s like I’m a master chef who doesn’t want to be famous, so I secretly cook for Kayla’s restaurant while she takes orders and serves. Clients think they’re hiring her. They’re actually getting my genius. She becomes the face, I stay the shadow, and we both get rich. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

Yes, I already have all the tools and technology I need—I’m way ahead of Kayla. So why accept her studio? Because it’s a perfect fucking disguise. I’m a master builder who can construct anything, but I don’t want everyone knowing how good I am.

Kayla has a construction company with customers asking for buildings. I secretly design everything, Kayla’s company builds it using my designs, and customers think they hired her. She becomes my public face like Tommy.

I stay hidden.

***

After seeing Kayla off, watching the Bentley disappear into the night, I didn’t go home. The Chiron purred to life, a dark animal stirring in the city’s veins. Before I left, I pulled out my phone and booked a suite at the Celestial Grand Hotel. In Kayla’s name.

For now, it was just a reservation. Tomorrow, the suite—and the hotel—would be mine.

She wore a black bodysuit, a shameless lover that kissed every inch of her skin with merciless precision. It molded to the heavy, perfect weight of her breasts, fabric so thin it might as well have been painted on, stretched taut across nipples that pressed against it like dark, defiant peaks begging for teeth.

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