2025-06-20 06:29:22"Enough!" Rose snapped. "I’ll admit your medical skills are rare—maybe even once-in-a-century. But asking for NOVA4? Are you messing with us on purpose?"
She’d started to see Seth differently, but now it was clear—he was still the same arrogant, reckless guy who threw tantrums whenever things didn’t go his way.
"What, the almighty Tyrel family can’t handle it?" Seth shot back, clearly losing patience with her attitude.
"Do you even realize—"
"That’s enough." Bryan cut them off, his tone firm. "There might be a way. The Goldmaster Luncheon is tonight. It's only held once every five years."
"They’ll be auctioning all sorts of rare treasures," he continued. "If we’re lucky, NOVA4 might just show up."
Rose folded her arms. "Even if it does, we only have two invitations. How do we get him in?"
"You'll take Mr. Seth," Bryan said simply. "If there’s trouble, you’ll be there to help him."
Rose scoffed. "I’m the heir to the Tyrel family, and you want me to play assistant to him? That’s—"
"Why not?" Tyrel Sr. spoke up from the bed, voice steady. "Seth is talented, young, and carries himself with class. Honestly, I think he’s more than worthy of you."
"Grandpa!" Rose's voice rose in pitch, flustered and indignant.
"It’s settled," Bryan said, handing Seth one of the invitations with both hands. "Please, do what you can. If this works, I’ll make sure you’re handsomely rewarded—personally."
"No need to be so formal." Seth took the invite, expression unreadable. He turned toward Rose with a smirk. "I’ll be counting on your guidance, Miss Tyrel."
"Fake. Fraud." Rose’s fury finally boiled over. She couldn’t believe she was being treated like a bargaining chip. With a scoff, she spun on her heel and stormed out.
Bryan gave an awkward chuckle. "Apologies… Rose is a bit spoiled. Stubborn as hell too. I hope you won’t take it personally."
Seth offered a polite smile. “I’ve dealt with worse. Tea sounds great, by the way.”
***
Later that night, the city glowed under silver streetlights.
A sleek black car cut through the dark like a blade. Inside, silence reigned.
Seth leaned back, relaxed in a tailored blazer, all effortless charm and hidden swagger. Beside him, Rose looked like a sculpted ice queen flawless, cold, unreachable in her evening gown.
She didn’t look at him once.
“Nice night for an auction,” Seth offered, voice light. “You think the serum is really gonna show?”
No answer.
“Look, I know you’d rather be tied to a running horse than share a ride with me, but the silence is killing me.” He smirked.
That got her. She turned around with fire in her eyes.
“Do you even understand what’s at stake tonight?”
“High stakes bidding? Overpriced champagne? Socialites pretending to care?” Seth shrugged.
“My grandfather could still die!" She clenched her jaw. "If we fail tonight if the serum isn’t real or worse, it doesn’t exist then what?"
"Do I just smile and shake hands while he fades away in a hospital bed?"
"Just don’t screw this up, and I’ll be happy.”
“Noted,” he muttered, already turning away.
The car slowed, pulling up to the grand estate lit like a palace. Warm light spilled across the marble steps. Velvet ropes lined the walkway, photographers snapped.
Rose took a breath and stepped out first, every inch the Tyrel heiress.
Seth followed, but paused when he saw the slight shake in her hands.
“Try to relax,” he said softly. “You’re shaking.”
“You know, I hate people like you", She spun on him, voice tight "Trying to use every opportunity they get, to climb up the ladder".
"But you need to remember, we can give you everything—or fucking take it all away!"
"Now shut up and do what I've told you."
For the first time, he didn’t offer a joke. Before he could answer, someone called, “Miss Tyrel!”
Rose turned instantly, face breaking into a practiced social smile. “Charles! You made it.”
Seth watched her glide away, then glanced at the mansion.
He melted into the crowd like a shadow, snatching a glass of wine from a passing tray with the ease of a seasoned pickpocket.
The server barely blinked before he vanished.
The auction hall opened before him massive, opulent, drenched in silent tension and wealth. Seth rolled his shoulders, cracked his knuckles.
He didn’t care about the suits or whatever they had to sell, except maybe the serum.
He was the real puppet master tonight.
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Seth’s POVThree days.That’s how long it had been since I last saw Lucas. Three long, empty days filled with sedatives, sterile lights, and the mechanical sound of my own breathing echoing against white walls. I’d been fed, spoken to, and put back to sleep like a lab animal. Somewhere between the second and third injection, I stopped resisting.My reasoning was simple, if I couldn’t think of a way out, I might as well do nothing at all. I let them poke, prod, question, and study. At least it gave them purpose.I didn’t have one anymore.The silence of the room had become a living thing, a companion that hummed softly in my ears. The air smelled faintly of antiseptic and burnt metal, a mix that somehow reminded me of the lab before it exploded. Sometimes, when I stared too long at the ceiling lights, I could still see the flash, the wave, the moment everything changed.That afternoon, if I could even call it afternoon, since the light here never changed, the door hissed open with its
Chapter 93. The Weight of Obedience.
Lucas’s POVThe door clicked shut behind me, sealing Seth inside the sterile white chamber. The sound echoed in my skull like a gunshot. I stood there for a moment, my hand still resting on the door handle, as if part of me was afraid that letting go meant accepting what I’d just done.The hallway was just as blinding as the room—white walls, white floor, white light. No warmth, no comfort. Everything about this facility was designed to strip the soul out of whoever entered.I finally exhaled, long and shaky. My lips felt dry, and I licked them instinctively, trying to ground myself in something human—something real. But the bitter taste of guilt lingered there.Seth’s voice still echoed in my head. The way he shouted my name, the confusion in his eyes, the betrayal that I couldn’t bring myself to explain.He had every right to hate me.And the worst part? He didn’t even know the half of it.I turned and began walking down the corridor, my steps heavy. The guards stationed near the c
Chapter 92. The Chair.
Seth’s POVWhen I woke up, I wasn’t sure if I was alive, dead, or something in between. My head pounded like a drum, and every muscle in my body ached. My vision blurred at first, then cleared slowly under the blinding white lights above me. Everything was sterile—too clean, too perfect. A white room. A single white chair. And me, strapped to it like a test subject in some twisted science fair.The air was cold enough to sting my lungs. My hands and legs were bound, but not by metal. It wasn’t steel or iron or any alloy I could twist or bend. The material felt strange—warm, flexible, and yet… unyielding. It was like rubber, but tougher. Reinforced. Designed specifically for me.I tugged at it once, twice. Nothing. No give, no strain. My pulse quickened.“What the hell is this?” I muttered under my breath. I pulled harder, twisting my wrists, trying to feel for any weak point, any tear. Nothing.Frustration rose in me like fire. “Hey!” I shouted into the blinding white void. “Is anyone
Chapter 91. The Golden Fugitive.
Seth’s POVThe moment I heard the words restrain him, something in me snapped. There wasn’t time to think, just pure, animal instinct. I ran. My feet hit the gravel so hard that I felt the ground dent beneath me. Then came the sound I’d been dreading, the sharp hiss and thunder of gunfire.Rubber bullets, I thought at first. It made sense, they weren’t trying to kill me, at least not yet. But there were so many, thousands of them. It was like standing in a storm made of pain and compressed air. Every impact jolted my body, knocking the breath out of me, but I didn’t feel torn apart the way I expected to.Then I realized why.My skin didn’t bruise.Each hit produced a faint metallic echo, a vibration I could feel down to my bones. I glanced at my arm while running and saw the faint shimmer of gold flicker across it beneath the moonlight. My blood, the thing that had terrified me since I woke up wasn’t just for decoration. It was protection. My body had turned into something else.The s
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Seth’s POVI’d lost track of how many days I’d been in this sterile white box they called a recovery room. Could’ve been five, maybe ten. The food always arrived on schedule, usually tasteless mush delivered by a faceless guard who never looked me in the eye. The doctor supposedly advised against any physical activity or external exposure, whatever the hell that meant. They called it precaution. I called it what it really was... captivity.At first, I didn’t care. My body was still healing, still... changing. My reflection had become something I barely recognized. Golden veins that pulsed faintly beneath my skin. Eyes that shimmered like liquefied metal when the light hit them wrong. Machines around me glitched if I stared at them too long. My touch bent the steel railing of my bed like it was clay.But boredom is a dangerous thing. It breeds questions, questions that can kill you if you think about them too hard.Why hadn’t Lucas visited?Why hadn’t Alex?Why had the president’s aide
Chapter 89. Metal and Flesh.
Seth's POVI had been awake for hours, yet the room felt the same as it had when I first opened my eyes. Sterile white walls, the faint hum of machinery, the occasional beep from monitors that charted my vitals. The air smelled faintly of antiseptic, a thin layer of hospital smell that clung to everything. And yet, despite the clinical monotony, nothing felt normal. Nothing had been normal since that explosion.I had been lying there for what felt like an eternity, confined to a bed that was far too small for what I now was. I hadn’t seen Lucas, I hadn’t seen Alex, and there had been no word from the president’s aide, just food, water, and the faint assurances that I was recovering. Recovering, as if I were some fragile human being, when the truth was far more complicated now.I flexed my fingers and noticed something strange. My skin glinted faintly gold under the harsh fluorescent light. My eyes, once dull brown, now shimmered like molten metal. At first, I thought I was imagining i
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