2025-06-20 06:30:34Seth strolled through the grand auction hall like he owned the place... which, ironically, he did. Not that anyone here knew that. Not yet.
The place was glowing in gold and glitter. A massive chandelier sparkled above like a disco ball for the one percent, and every corner was filled with whispers, false compliments, and expensive perfume. Wealth hung in the air like humidity.
He swirled the wine in his glass, scanning faces lazily, until he heard a familiar voice from across the room—nasal, pretentious, and dripping with arrogance.
'William?'
'Oh boy, this was going to be good.'
The weasel of a man was holding court with a few overdressed young businessmen, who looked like a bunch of over pampered spoiled brats.
"Gentlemen, gentlemen," William said, chuckling with faux modesty, "please, enough with the compliments, I'm only here because I secured a very rare opportunity. A one-on-one with the Goldmaster himself."
Gasps and intrigued nods could be seen all around.
"The Goldmaster? Seriously?"
"How the hell did you manage that?"
"He doesn't even show his face!"
William puffed out his chest like a pigeon overdosing on ego. "Well, when you're from the Ken Group, doors open. We're not just a business, we're a growing legacy."
There was a beat of silence, then the men burst out in laughter.
Their laughter was full of mock and disbelief.
The oldest among them dressed in a navy pinstripe suit and a voice as dry as a desert, scoffed, "Ken Group? You mean that barely solvent property firm that tried to get into tech?"
"I thought they went bankrupt last year."
"No, no, they just changed names to Ken Global to sound more futuristic."
The group erupted again.
William flushed crimson but fought to maintain the grin. "I know Mr. Lucas personally. He and I go way back. We played golf last spring."
That name hit differently, the laughter died down almost instantly.
One man leaned in. "Wait. Mr. Lucas? As in... Goldmaster's right-hand man Lucas?"
William nodded solemnly like a priest delivering communion. "The very same."
Murmurs spread as eyebrows raised. People were buying it.
And that was when Seth decided to casually ruin his evening.
He walked up behind William, quiet as a shadow, until he stood just inches away.
"Wow," Seth said. "Didn’t know you and Lucas were such close friends. You should call him over sometimes and introduce us.”
William turned, flinching when he saw who it was. 'Seth?'
The same man he thought he would never have to deal with again. The same man that humiliated him with his wedding with Emily.
"Y-You," William stammered. "What are you doing here? Did Rose sneak you in? You know you don't belong here."
The businessmen looked back and forth, unsure of what they were witnessing.
Seth shrugged. "Nah, I came for the free wine and the drama, but hearing this, boy, I can kiss your shoes if you could introduce me to him, I mean even my clients would be thrilled to meet him, we would pay you good money too."
William's nostrils flared. "You're just a leech. I bet Rose brought you as her gigolo." As their laughter echoed, Rose 's face raged with anger, she wouldn't have been getting such shame if only he didn't come.
That was when a sharp voice cut through the tension like a guillotine. "Of course he's her gigolo. What else could a man like him possibly be doing here?" Emily mentioned as she walked by.
She walked up slowly, her red dress clinging to her like pride. Her smile was full of venom and spite.
"Don’t be fooled, gentlemen," she cooed sweetly. "Seth here is just a gold digger with a pretty face and a silver tongue. He clung to me for years, hoping my family would make him relevant. Now he’s latched onto Rose Tyrel, the next best meal ticket."
Seth blinked slowly, then smiled. "You know, Emily, if I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re still obsessed with me."
There were a few gasps and fewer chuckles.
Her face darkened. "Don't flatter yourself, trash."
"Too late," Seth quipped. "You brought me up before I even said a word. I’m flattered."
Someone in the back snorted.
One of the men asked cautiously, "So... you’re not her guest?"
"God, no," Emily sneered. "He probably works in the kitchen."
Seth gave a theatrical bow. "I do like to cook, actually. Roast some married liars, grind egos... stir the pot."
That got a few laughs.
William stepped forward, trying to take control of the moment. "You shouldn't even be in this hall. Only selected elites are allowed at this level. Where's your pass?"
"Funny you asked."
Seth reached into his jacket and pulled out a black card with gold embossing. The symbol was unmistakable.
Gasps erupted again. But it instantly put Emily at ease—because she knew exactly what it meant.
“Looks like your forgery skills are just as cheap and pathetic as you are,” Emily sneered, pulling out an invitation from her designer purse. The pale gold paper shimmered under the lights.
“This is what a real Goldmaster auction invitation looks like. When Mr. Gabriel sent ours over, it certainly wasn’t some cursed-looking black thing.”
The moment she said it, the spell broke — everyone snapped back to their senses.
That's right—the one everyone got was the gold one!
“Exactly! This low-class wannabe doesn’t know his place. Maybe we should teach him a lesson!”
“Security! Where the hell is security?” The guests stirred again, voices rising with excitement.
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Chapter 94. A Deal in the White Room.
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
Chapter 90. The Breakout.
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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