Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 59

Chapter 59: Surprise Visit

I stumbled downstairs for breakfast wearing my new outfit—a crisp navy button-down that actually fit my enhanced physique, dark jeans that didn’t look like hand-me-downs, and clean white sneakers that didn’t scream "clearance rack special"—and fuck, I could feel the difference in how the fabric moved across my shoulders, how the waistband sat against my stomach without that baggy desperation of clothes bought three sizes too big because that’s what we could afford...

’Funny how fabric can rewrite your entire existence. Last week’s Peter wore clothes like a scarecrow draped in whatever didn’t fall off.’

Today’s Peter? Today’s Peter looked like someone who belonged in the same zip code as Madison Torres, someone who could walk into a room and not immediately scan for the nearest exit...

Mom was at the stove making scrambled eggs, steam rising from the pan while bacon popped and sizzled, and I could smell that particular combination of morning grease and coffee that meant home—real home, not the sterile perfection of Madison’s mansion where breakfast probably involved imported organic eggs prepared by someone whose name they didn’t know.

Sarah and Emma were already at the table, both scrolling through their phones like the world would end if they missed a single notification, and I watched them for a second—really watched them—these two girls who didn’t share my shitty genetics but my shitty circumstances but somehow managed to find joy in TikTok videos and group chat drama while I was out here planning to seduce teachers and overthrow corporate empires...

"Morning, Mom," I said, sitting down at our beat-up kitchen table where the wood was scratched from years of homework and arguments and family dinners that tasted like love even when they came from a can. "There’s something I want to talk to you about later. Business stuff."

’...Translation: Your son is about to become disgustingly rich through methods you’ll never understand, but hey, at least they’re legal—well, the Peter Carter methods are legal, anyway. The Dark Lord stuff? That guy’s operating in moral gray areas that would make your head spin...’

Mom turned around with that curious expression that meant she was both interested and slightly worried, the same look she got when I stayed up too late on the computer or when teachers called about my "potential" not being fully realized.

"Business stuff? What kind of business stuff?"

"The legitimate kind," I said with a grin that felt strange on my face because when was the last time I smiled at Mom without hiding something massive underneath it? "The kind that makes money without breaking any of your rules."

’...Or at least, the kind that makes money through Peter Carter, while Dark Peter handles the morally questionable shit in complete secrecy. Two identities, two bank accounts, two completely different relationships with the concept of right and wrong...’

"We’ll talk after school," she said, but I could see the hope flickering in her eyes like a candle that had been blown out too many times and was afraid to burn bright again. "I’m curious about what my tech genius son has been planning."

Tech genius. If only she knew her "genius son" was now operating on a level that made MIT professors look like kindergarteners finger-painting with crayons, that the system had downloaded knowledge into my brain that could reshape digital reality itself...

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