All Chapters of The Immortal Emperor Returns for His Daughter: Chapter 21
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As Arya extended his hand, Doyle's body lurched through the air toward him — as though an invisible magnet had seized hold of him. No matter how desperately he struggled, no matter how hard he tried to resist or throw himself in the opposite direction, his body simply would not obey. Some unseen force held him completely in its grip, pulling him inexorably forward until he landed in Arya's outstretched hand, his head caught firmly in Arya's palm. "You... you..." Fear and horror drained the color from Doyle's face. Seized from across the room by an invisible force? How was Doyle supposed to process something like that? Arya said nothing. He simply looked down at him with cold, empty eyes — the gaze of someone who wasn't really looking at anything at all. When he finally spoke, his voice was quiet and utterly indifferent. "I gave you a chance. You didn't take it. So don't blame me for what comes next." "Wait — I'll—" Whatever Doyle had been about to say dissolved into a scream as
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When Thomas, seated behind his office desk, heard the news about Doyle from Daniel, his expression kept shifting without settling on anything. He looked at his assistant standing before him and held his silence for a long, uncomfortable moment before finally drawing a slow breath. "Is this news actually reliable?" Daniel, whose face had gone noticeably pale, gave a heavy nod. "It came directly from Marius himself. He described it as strictly confidential — the kind of thing only a handful of people will ever be allowed to know about." "Then..." Thomas exhaled carefully, cold sweat already gathering at his temples, and asked in a voice that came out slightly unsteady, "Does this mean they've already started moving?" Daniel immediately understood what he was implying. He paused, thinking it through carefully, before shaking his head. "I'm not certain. The footage showed nothing — not a single useful image. But..." He stopped, his expression turning grave. "If someone genuinely did t
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"Ugly auntie! Don't yell at my daddy!" Kiara had heard every word, and she wasted no time making her feelings known. Evelyn was struck speechless — not just startled, not just irritated, but genuinely at a loss as she stared at the small, indignant face glaring back at her. The little girl's cheeks were puffed out, her brow furrowed, her expression radiating maximum outrage from a very compact source. Was that supposed to be frightening? Because it was somehow the opposite. But — ugly auntie? And daddy? Had this child just called her ugly? Evelyn Vale — president, sole owner, and chief executive of Valen Beauty — was being called ugly by a five-year-old? Had she heard that correctly? Ugly? Her? And then there was daddy. Which meant this little girl was the daughter of the man sitting across from her, who looked several years younger than she did. Evelyn turned to Arya with a look that was equal parts exasperation and bewilderment. Arya raised both hands lightly, the picture o
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"What do you mean? Do you think I'm your personal assistant?" Evelyn snatched the list of herbs from Arya's hand and read through it, her irritation climbing with every line. None of the items were particularly rare — but they weren't cheap either. And he had the nerve to just hand this to her, as if she were here to run his errands? Did he have any idea who she was? She was supposed to be the one giving orders here, not the other way around. Arya, completely indifferent to whatever was happening in Evelyn's head, simply gave a light wave and turned to leave. "Nothing on that list is hard to find. As the president of a cosmetics company, you should be able to source all of it without much trouble. Just contact me once you have everything together." He paused at the door. "Oh — one more thing. Try to move the product as quickly as possible. I could use the money." "Hey! You! How dare you—?!" Evelyn's voice cracked with fury as she stared at his retreating back. Arya offered a thin
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Aruna hesitated, saying nothing for a long moment. Because as Sonya had said — if the bar that had been her lifeline for years was shut down, she genuinely didn't know what she would do. Paying off a debt that had climbed into the hundreds of millions was already unthinkable. Even just getting by day to day would become a struggle. As for finding other work — she was twenty years old, had dropped out of school, and had no formal qualifications to speak of. What kind of job could someone like her realistically find, other than one that traded on her face and her body? Relying on her older brother who had just come back? Aruna didn't even let herself think too hard about that. She had spent enough years navigating the modern world to know that without marketable skills, finding decent employment was harder than climbing to the heavens. "Alright..." In the end, there was no other answer. She exhaled slowly and gave in. "But you have to promise me this is the last time. No more afte
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At Villa 01. Arya stood in the bathroom, watching his daughter soak in a tub of dark greenish-black water, a slight frown on his face. "What was that just now?" He couldn't identify it clearly — only a vague, distant sense that something had happened somewhere. But what? "Daddy! Daddy!" Kiara's voice pulled him back. The little girl was looking up at him with a pout, and Arya let the feeling go for now and smiled. "What is it?" "Daddy lied!" She pinched her nose shut and complained in a voice muffled enough to be genuinely funny. "Daddy said he'd teach Ara magic, but instead he made Ara sit in this big stinky bathtub!" Arya laughed softly and bent down to stroke her hair. "Daddy is going to teach you magic — but first, Ara has to bathe in this water, so your body will be clean and ready to learn. Does that make sense?" A pause. Some visible thinking. "Okay. Understood!" Arya found it endearing, but he didn't say so. He straightened and said, "Now close your eyes. Don't ope
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Marta, who was not far from Arya's villa at that moment, had been staring up at the turbulent night sky with a deeply serious expression. "The sky was clear and calm just a little while ago. So why has it suddenly turned like this? Thunder, lightning — what's going on up there?" His brows furrowed, uneasy and uncertain. It became more unsettling when he noticed that the lightning was striking directly above the villa where Arya was staying. Then it hit him — a pressure that had nothing to do with the weather. It settled over his chest like a physical weight, made his heartbeat stagger, and sent an involuntary chill across his skin. The sensation of being targeted by something enormous and utterly beyond him. "This feeling..." He turned his eyes toward Arya's villa. That was where it was coming from. And yet he couldn't see anything — no visible source, no explanation. All he had was the pressure, the pounding in his chest, and an instinct telling him to get down on his knees th
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"Hey, hey... don't look at me like that. All of this is a consequence of your own stupidity." Marta's smile widened as he watched the cold settle into Arya's expression. "Do you remember what you did five years ago? You touched a woman you had no business touching. Do you have any idea what kind of chaos you caused?" Arya's brow furrowed slightly as he listened. The pieces were falling into place — everything that had happened, all the way back to the beginning, connected to what had occurred five years ago. The deaths of his parents. Lana's disappearance. There was a deeper story behind all of it, and the man standing in front of him — who had just openly confessed to his crimes with the easy confidence of someone who expected no consequences — clearly knew it. "Tell me what you know." "Hehehe..." Marta laughed, perfectly aware of what Arya was doing. But he didn't particularly care, and continued anyway. "Oh, I know plenty. But as someone who's about to die — do you really nee
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"You—?" Marta's expression flickered with surprise at the speed of Arya's movement, but he was not the kind of man who stayed shaken for long. He steadied himself, smiled thinly, and drew his right fist back — then drove it straight at Arya's face. He used less than half his full strength. A warning shot. He watched with satisfaction as Arya made no attempt to move. Then came the sound. A sharp crack — followed immediately by the grinding, wet fracture of bone. The satisfaction evaporated. "Aargh!" Marta lurched backward, the scream torn out of him before he could stop it. He looked down at his right hand and felt the blood leave his face. His entire hand was destroyed. Crushed — as though it had been caught between two slabs of stone rather than pressed against a young man's cheek. His hand. The hand he had spent decades hardening through bone-tempering techniques — shattered. From a single punch against a face that hadn't even flinched. This was impossible. "You — who are
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"Well? Are you going to accept my offer?" Danan asked again, watching Aruna's silence with impatience. "I..." Aruna surfaced from her thoughts and looked at the man in front of her. For the first few seconds, she felt the weight of it — five years of struggling, of barely holding on. There had been moments when she had almost let go entirely. But then Kiara's face came to her. The quiet sullenness that had become that little girl's default expression, the way she had slowly learned to expect nothing good. And then, more recently — Kiara laughing. Kiara running. Kiara smiling like a child was supposed to smile, because Arya had come home. Aruna bit her lip and looked at Danan with eyes that had gone very steady. Kiara wasn't her biological daughter. But she was still her niece. She had raised that child through years when there was no one else in the world to do it — was that something to be ashamed of? Wasn't it simply what you did for family? And now, to give up. To take everyt