2025-09-02 17:21:50The white-haired man with glasses gave the four people a sharp look.
“We’re sorry, Mr. Ramos, but we received a report that these two guests were disturbing our customers,” said one of the staff members, pointing toward Selene.Calmly, Selene took out her silver membership card and said, “VIP user here. I expect comfort and safety—not being in the same room with a rapist!”
The store manager nodded subtly. The card Selene had was the second-highest ranking in the store. They offered three membership levels: Bronze, Silver, and Gold, based on spending.
Since getting engaged to Gideon and launching her influencer career as a seductive socialite, Selene frequently shopped here.
To qualify for a Silver card, customers had to spend five million dollars—three million for Bronze, and ten million for Gold. She wouldn’t have that kind of money if she weren’t leeching off wealthy men using her body and oversized chest.“What are you waiting for, Manager? Do you think they outrank me? Ask this woman what card she has!” Selene snapped cynically.
“I’m sorry, Ma’am. May I see your membership card?” the manager asked Vivienne.
Vivienne quietly presented her Bronze card.
“What this woman said is slander. We never bothered her—she was the one who attacked us!” Vivienne said.
The manager sighed heavily. He had no choice. Selene was clearly a VIP customer far above Vivienne.
“I’m sorry, but you’ll have to leave. I don’t want any more incidents that could disturb the other guests,” the manager said.
He signaled the guards to escort Vivienne and Evan out. Just as the staff reached for them, Evan suddenly held out a card that made the manager’s eyes widen in shock.
“W-What… Prive Noir?” the manager murmured, staring at Evan with visible concern.
Just as the mentors had said—Prive Noir was no ordinary black card.
The pitch-black card looked as if it was made from perfectly polished obsidian, with gold edges shimmering like twilight. In the center, a raised diamond emblem glinted with a lifelike glow—signifying absolute, undisputed status. This card wasn’t just an accessory—it was a symbol of power.
The manager froze. He’d heard rumors of the legendary Prive Noir—a card issued directly by the founder of a global luxury fashion conglomerate. Fewer than ten existed in the world.
How could a former convict like Evan have one?“What the hell is going on?!” Selene snapped.
“Um, Sir… may I check and verify your card?” the manager asked.
“Sure, go ahead. Confirm whether or not you have the right to throw me out,” Evan replied casually.
“No way! I bet you stole that. There’s no way someone like you owns something like that!” Selene sneered, backed up by Gideon’s smug grin.
Selene’s accusations only deepened the manager’s suspicion. He signaled discreetly with his eyes to his four staff members to surround Evan.
The tense atmosphere confused Vivienne. In her heart, she believed the card was really Evan’s—but she also wondered how he had gotten it.
“If you're going to guard me, maybe it’s best you verify the card quickly,” Evan said calmly.
“Alright. Let’s go to my office,” the manager said firmly.
The four staff members encircled Evan, ensuring he didn’t escape—but his aura was so commanding that none dared touch him.
Behind them, Vivienne walked anxiously, hoping this wouldn’t spiral into another problem for Evan.
“Why don’t you just do what our family says? Why are you still defending that rapist, Vivienne?” Selene sneered, walking beside her.
Vivienne ignored her, keeping her eyes on Evan.
“You saw how I got myself the perfect fiancé, right? If you want, we can introduce you to some rich widowers who work with Gideon,” Selene added with a smug laugh.
“Say one more word, and I won’t stay silent anymore!” Vivienne snapped, glaring at her.
They reached the manager’s office, where the manager immediately began typing furiously into his computer to verify the card.
“If it turns out you stole it, I’ll gladly escort you back to prison,” Selene said with glee.
“Yeah, and I’ll escort Vivienne home,” Gideon chimed in, earning a hard punch to the stomach from Selene.
Evan ignored their nonsense, his eyes fixed calmly on the manager—whose face was now turning pale.
There was panic in the man’s eyes as he glanced back and forth between the screen and Evan.Evan gave a slight nod and a knowing smile, signaling the manager to stay calm about what he was seeing.
The manager stood up abruptly and bowed deeply to Evan, stunning everyone in the room.
“I’m terribly sorry, Mr. Caleum. I didn’t realize you were a VIP Code Zero!” the manager said, his voice trembling with fear.
All four staff members instantly bowed with him.
“What the hell is VIP Code Zero?! Whatever it is, I still don’t believe that rapist has any legitimate authority!” Selene shouted.
She stormed toward the manager and yanked him up from his bow, hurling baseless accusations.
“You must’ve made a mistake! Your eyes are failing! You—Kyaa!”
Selene screamed as one of the staff pulled her backward, causing her to fall to the floor.
“Hey! How dare you do that to my fiancée!” Gideon shouted.
He didn’t truly care about Selene—but he wanted to show off in front of Vivienne.
Gideon shoved the staff holding Selene and helped her up.
“You people are insane! Don’t you know who my fiancée is?! You’re siding with this rapist in some ridiculous charade! I’ll make this go viral—no one will want to shop here again!” Selene screamed.
“Calm down, honey. We’ll get even with that rapist properly. If he flashed some sketchy card, I can also prove that I don’t belong on the same level as a criminal!” Gideon said pompously.
The manager chuckled and said, “And what’s your point, sir? I haven’t done anything wrong.”
“You’ve humiliated Gideon Dane Griff. You know Griff Luxury, don’t you? Do you want both my parents—two of the most respected businesspeople in this city—to come down on you for disgracing our family just to defend a rapist?!” Gideon yelled.
But the manager stood his ground, smiling calmly.
“My apologies for what has happened today. Clearly, we haven’t delivered the best service to distinguished guests like yourselves. Therefore, I must ask you and your companion to leave, Mr. Gideon.”
Gideon’s face turned red with humiliation. His showboating had failed miserably.
Selene had reached her limit. She shrieked and suddenly kicked Evan in the leg.
“You bastard! You rapist! You ruined my reputation!”
She raised her hand to slap Evan—but he caught her wrist mid-air, gripping tightly until she cried out in pain.
“Argh! Let go!”
Gideon moved as if to intervene, but Evan’s cold glare froze him in place.
Evan shoved Selene’s arm away harshly, sending her sprawling to the floor.
Her bag spilled open, and something interesting rolled out—her phone, with the screen still lit, showing explicit photos sent to a contact named “Husband #2.”“What the fuck?!” Gideon muttered.
Selene panicked and scrambled for her phone, but Evan kicked it toward Gideon.
In an instant, Gideon picked it up. His eyes widened. His face darkened.
“Babe, I can explain!” Selene pleaded, reaching for him.
But what she got in return was a hard slap.
“Honey!” Selene cried.
She grabbed Gideon’s arm, but he shoved her off and slammed the phone into her hands before storming out without another word.
“Honey! Gideon, don’t leave!”
Tears streamed down Selene’s face. Losing control, she turned her rage on Vivienne.
“You whore! You shameless tramp! You slept with a rapist and destroyed my life!”
Her eyes locked onto a vase on the manager’s desk. She grabbed it and hurled it at Vivienne.
“No!” the manager shouted—his quick reflexes catching the vase mid-air before it could hit Vivienne.
“Are you insane?! That vase is worth more than your entire shopping history here!”
Selene stood frozen, hands clasped together, struggling to speak.
“Hand over your card, Ma’am,” the manager said firmly.
“What? Why?”
“Give me your membership card before I take it myself!”
Selene had no choice. Reluctantly, she handed it over.
“As of now, you are no longer a VIP member and are permanently blacklisted from visiting any of our outlets—worldwide!”
Selene was speechless. “What?! You can’t do that—I—”
“Escort her out and alert security to flag her face!” the manager ordered sharply.
“No! Don’t throw me out!” Selene screamed.
But it was done. Two staff members grabbed her and dragged her toward the exit. Her shrieks echoed even as the doors closed behind her.
“You’ll regret humiliating me like this! I swear I’ll make you pay!”
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The suppressed gunshots rattled down the narrow concrete corridor like cracked whips. Evan dropped low, using the fallen operator’s body as a temporary shield as high-velocity rounds chewed into the cinderblock behind him, spraying fine gray dust across his face and coat."Flank him!" the lead operator shouted, his voice ringing with the unmistakable authority of a seasoned paramilitary officer. "Hold your fire on the left arm—don't hit the ring!"Evan’s jaw tightened. They really think I’m just a mark with a piece of jewelry.He rolled to his right, coming up smoothly behind a rusted generator housing. His breathing remained eerily steady, his heart rate kept under rigid control by years of conditioning and the cold, hyper-focused clarity surging through his veins. The serpent ring pressed against his knuckle, its metallic scales humming against his flesh as his senses heightened. He could hear the scrape of combat boots on damp gravel, the sharp intake of breath from three men advan
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The underground tactical suite beneath the Zurich safehouse smelled of old stone, gun oil, and copper. Jimmy Frank Caelis leaned against the mahogany edge of the central terminal table, his polished loafers gleaming under the stark white LED strips overhead. He picked up a crystal tumbler filled with scotch, swirling it slowly as he watched Evan back away from the holographic display."You look like you’ve seen a ghost, boy," Jimmy said, his voice a low, gravelly rascal's drawl. "Or did you really think your father’s name was enough to make those old bastards in the High Council bow down?"Evan didn't answer immediately. He adjusted the cuff of his charcoal jacket, his thumb brushing against the cool, raised scales of the serpent ring on his left hand. The Vigilantia in Umbra felt unnaturally warm against his skin tonight."I don't expect anyone to bow, Jimmy," Evan said softly. His eyes locked onto the glowing family crests projected over the table. "I expect them to follow the succe
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The deep cells beneath the Caelis estate did not exist on any blueprint. They lay beneath the foundations of the old winery, carved directly into the damp bedrock where the air always tasted of salt and lime. There were no chandeliers here, no obsidian tables, only the dull, monotonous hum of the ventilation system struggling against the subterranean moisture.Evan sat on a low wooden stool outside the iron-barred cell, a single unshaded bulb hanging between him and the woman inside. His white shirt was still damp from the rain, the blood on his cuffs dried into a crusty, dark brown. In his lap rested the leather-bound shipping ledger Bruno had dropped.Seraphine was sitting on the stone floor, her back against the weeping wall. The cut on her cheek had stopped bleeding, leaving a jagged, dark line that split her pale skin. Despite the chains locking her ankles to the iron ring in the floor, she looked entirely at ease, as if she were merely waiting for a delayed train."You're wastin
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Vivianne didn't sit. She paced the length of the Persian rug, her fingers tracing the smooth, heavy brass of the wolf’s head paperweight she still held.Thirty guards. Evan had lined them up along the corridor—men in tactical gear, their faces hidden behind matte-black visors, their loyalty bought and paid for by the heir’s personal accounts. But as she stared at the locked double doors, she couldn't erase the memory of the two assassins who had breached his bedroom the night before. They had used codes. They had passed through security like ghosts.If Seraphine was right, the person who gave them those codes wasn't an Elder. It was someone closer.A sharp, metallic click broke her train of thought.It didn't come from the main hallway. It came from the dressing room—the small, private alcove where Evan kept his ceremonial attire and the wall-safes containing the family’s minor ledgers.Vivianne’s heart kicked against her ribs. She lowered her hand, letting the brass paperweight rest
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"Open it," she said.The guard on the right hesitated, his eyes darting toward the end of the corridor where Evan’s office lay. "Lady Vivianne, Lord Evan gave strict orders that no one—""I am not 'someone,'" Vivianne said, her voice dropping to a low, quiet register that surprised even herself. The terror from the dining hall hadn't disappeared; it had simply turned cold, hardening into something sharp. "Open the door, or you can explain to him why I decided to wait out here where the Valerius sleepers might find me."The guards exchanged a brief look. The threat wasn't real—the estate was locked down tighter than a fortress—but the fear of Evan was. The heavy brass key turned in the lock with a scraping grunt.The door swung inward.The room inside was large, sparsely furnished, and dark save for a single lamp burning on a low side table. Seraphine sat in a high-backed velvet chair, her boots propped on a wooden trunk. She hadn't even taken off her tactical vest. She was running a s
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The silence that followed Seraphine’s declaration was not the absence of sound, but the presence of a vacuum—a physical weight that sucked the oxygen from the grand hall. The servants’ dying gasps had faded into a rhythmic, wet rattling on the marble, a macabre percussion to the standoff at the high table.Vivianne felt Evan’s muscles cord under her hand, a tension so absolute it felt like he might shatter. The name Seraphine hung in the air like a ghost, cold and clinging. She looked from the kneeling woman—whose black tactical silk shimmered like oil—to the husband she thought she was beginning to understand. The gap between them suddenly felt like an abyss."You're alive," Evan said, his voice a low, jagged rasp. It wasn't a question; it was an indictment of years spent believing in a lie."Life is a relative term when one lives in the shadows of the Caelis archives, My Lord," Seraphine replied. She rose with a fluid, predator's grace, ignoring the Elders who were now clutching the
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