2025-09-02 17:22:09“Thank you, Mr. Caleum. We’ll always be expecting your next visit. Your car is waiting out front.”
The store manager repeatedly bowed while addressing Evan after discovering that his membership in Prive Noir was of the highest tier.
The black card Evan held belonged to an extremely exclusive tier. When the manager checked the card’s details on the official website, he was stunned.
Evan gave Vivianne a small signal to start walking. He gently wrapped his arm around his beautiful wife, who still couldn’t quite believe what had just happened. Behind them, several staff members carried around fifteen shopping bags full of purchases made by Evan and Vivianne.
“There are so many things I want to ask you... but the doubt in my heart has left me speechless,” said Vivianne.
Evan simply smiled, helping Vivianne into the car, then looking deeply into her eyes as the door closed.
“Don’t doubt what I’ve done. Everything will eventually answer your questions perfectly. For now, just enjoy today—at least you got lots of nice clothes, right?”
Vivianne lightly hit Evan’s cheek, her face annoyed.
“To be honest, Evan, I could have bought those clothes with my own money! Don’t act all mysterious. I’ll make you explain how you got that black card! And most importantly, don’t forget—you only have five days to convince me!”Evan’s reaction reassured her that Vivianne’s love hadn’t disappeared. He gazed warmly at the long-haired woman now looking out the window.
The sorrow in her eyes struck Evan hard.
“I have to fix this. I have to make Darian take responsibility for his promise,” he muttered.
Evan touched Vivianne’s shoulder, prompting her to turn in confusion.
“What is it?”“I just remembered... I left a few things at the hospital! I was careless—ugh, I know,” Evan said anxiously.
“Huh, so? Let’s turn around and pick them up. I thought you didn’t bring anything from prison. You had only your backpack—and it’s right there in the trunk, isn’t it?”
“No, I had something in my pocket. It must’ve fallen out at the hospital. You don’t need to come. I’ll go back myself.”
“What do you mean?” Vivianne asked, puzzled.
Evan tapped the back of the driver’s seat.
“Sir, please stop. I’d like to get out here.”“Evan, what are you doing?!” Vivianne grabbed his arm, wanting an explanation.
“Relax. You go ahead and return home. I’ll catch up with you later.”
“But—” Vivianne cut herself off, clearly giving in. “Fine. Do what you want, Evan. Just don’t forget—tonight is dinner with my family. You have to come.”
“Sure, honey. Don’t worry!”
Evan caressed her face gently and leaned in to kiss her forehead, but Vivianne turned away.
Still, Evan wasn’t disappointed. The fact that Vivianne still wanted him at the family dinner was proof that the love they shared since university still lingered.
Once Evan got out and retrieved two of their shopping bags from the trunk, the car pulled away. He waited until it had completely disappeared from view before hailing another taxi.
“Where to, sir?” the driver asked as Evan stepped in.
“VIREX Group,” Evan replied, his eyes full of fire.
Anger toward Darian boiled in his veins. His hands clenched tightly.
During the ride, Evan’s mind kept circling back to the night of the incident. Guilt and rage swelled within him.
“We’re here,” said the driver.
Evan’s sharp gaze shifted to the towering, luxurious building on his right. He handed the driver a $50 bill.
“Sir, this is—”
Before the driver could finish, Evan was already stepping out.With confident strides, Evan walked into the lobby, instantly drawing attention. The ring he wore exuded a strange aura, making him appear radiant and dignified to onlookers.
He had changed into a sleek black suit, white shirt, black slacks, and had sunglasses tucked into the middle of his shirt. His sharp features and refined presence made him look flawless.
The receptionist, stunned and nervous, stumbled over her words.
“C-Can I help you?”“Yes. I’d like to speak with Mr. Darian Voss. Is he in?” Evan asked, offering a charming half-smile that left her dazed.
“Y-Yeah. Just a moment.”
Usually, she’d have asked more about the appointment—but Evan’s polished appearance made her assume he was someone important.
“Hello, Mr. V. There’s a visitor here for Mr. Voss.”
After ending the call, she looked at Evan.
“Please wait here, Mr. V. Mr. Voss’s secretary will be with you shortly.”Evan winked playfully at her, making the poor receptionist practically collapse into her seat.
“That was... odd,” Evan muttered.
He sat down, observing the grand architecture. The last time he was here, this company wasn’t nearly as successful.
“I know exactly where the money came from to grow this place... I still remember Marshall’s explanation about the trading schemes used by underling families like Darian’s,” Evan said to himself.
So lost in thought was he, that he didn’t notice a tall, skinny man in glasses approaching with a shocked expression.
“Evan?!”
Evan turned and gave a slight nod. He recognized the man—it was Vincent Drex, his former university classmate.
“Vincent Drex. Long time no see,” Evan replied, approaching casually.
But the atmosphere shifted as Vincent suddenly snapped at the receptionist.
“Hey, you! Get over here!”
“Yes, Mr. V,” she replied, panicked.
“What the hell were you thinking?! Letting someone like him in?! Do you even know who he is? He’s dangerous! You could get fired for this!”
Vincent turned to Evan, eyes blazing with old jealousy. Evan had always been the smart, talented, and popular one. Then, to make things worse, he married Vivianne, the woman Vincent secretly wanted.
The only satisfaction Vincent ever had was hearing about Evan’s imprisonment for rape.
And now, seeing him looking stronger and more elegant than ever, Vincent’s jealousy flared up again.
He scoffed, hands in pockets, and approached slowly.
“I must admit—your confidence is beyond belief. No wonder our receptionist was fooled. You disguised yourself well... for a rapist.”
“What?!” the receptionist gasped, covering her mouth.
“Yes. How does it feel, admiring a rapist? I hope you’ve learned your lesson—never let a stranger in again.”
Evan chuckled lightly, unfazed.
“You’re laughing?! Disgusting. Call security and get him out of here!” Vincent shouted.
“Don’t follow his orders,” Evan said firmly to the receptionist. “Just do your job.”
His chilling aura compelled her to return to her post, as if hypnotized—even as Vincent called her back.
“And you—my business is with Darian Voss, not you, Vincent Drex!”
“You’ll only meet him in your dreams. People like you don’t belong in the same room as Mr. Voss!”
Evan, pushed past his limit, suddenly made a move to walk toward the elevator.
“How dare you?!”
Vincent grabbed Evan’s jacket, stopping him.
Standing face-to-face, Vincent sneered, “You think you can just ignore me?!”“Come on, Vincent, I’m here for something important. I really didn’t want to—”
Vincent’s punch came without warning, but Evan caught his arm mid-air.
“Argh! Bastard!” Vincent yelled.
Evan smirked darkly, then grabbed Vincent by the neck and slammed him into the floor.
“I just said I didn’t want to use violence. Sorry, Vincent.”
He released him and calmly resumed his walk to the elevator.
But Vincent, humiliated, screamed, “Receptionist! Call security, now! Hit the emergency button!”
An alarm blared. Within seconds, eight security guards rushed in. Evan turned, eyeing them as curious clients and employees gathered around to watch the scene.
“Arrest him! He assaulted me!” Vincent shrieked.
“You really want to do this the hard way,” Evan muttered.
Vincent grinned, phone in hand, ready to record Evan’s downfall—
But what happened next shocked everyone.Evan leapt into the air, delivering a spinning kick that knocked out three guards instantly.
His movements were fluid and precise—almost inhuman. He flipped and slammed another few to the ground. Within moments, the guards lay groaning on the floor.
“Whoa! Did you see that?!”
“Who is he?! He moved like a god!”
Whispers of awe rippled through the crowd. Vincent’s body shook. Especially when Evan turned and locked eyes with him.
“Call more people if you want, Vincent. I’m not done yet.”
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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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The Caelis family dining hall had always been a spectacle of grandeur—long tables carved from obsidian, chandeliers dripping with crystal flames, and portraits of past patriarchs glaring down with eyes that followed every breath. Yet tonight, grandeur felt suffocating. The atmosphere vibrated with unspoken hostility, as if the chandeliers themselves leaned closer to witness the night’s inevitable fracture. Vivianne walked at Evan’s side, her heartbeat thrumming beneath her ribs as dozens of eyes tracked her every step. Inside this room, gossip sharpened into weapons, and respect shifted like sand—dangerous, unstable, always ready to bury the unprepared.Evan’s hand rested lightly at the small of her back, guiding her with subtle authority. He was dressed in black—sharp, immaculate, regal—yet there was something more chilling beneath the fabric. An aura. A heaviness in the air that hinted at the bloodshed from the night before, still lingering beneath his skin like phantom fire. No one
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Midnight draped itself across the Caelis estate like a velvet shroud, muffling the usual evening activity and leaving behind a silence thick enough to feel on the skin. The mansion’s hallways—usually alive with subtle movement, guarded murmurs, and the soft click of polished shoes—were disturbingly still. Vivianne sensed the wrongness of it immediately, even though she lay curled under the heavy duvet in Evan’s chamber, trying desperately to rest after the chaos of betrayal earlier. She had insisted Evan sleep beside her, but he had refused, choosing instead to sit in the armchair near the balcony door, half in darkness, half in moonlight, his silhouette carved from tension.He had changed since the ritual. Not in temperament—his voice was still gentle when he spoke to her—but in presence. His aura, always restrained and composed, now hummed faintly like an awakening storm he kept just beneath the surface. Vivianne watched him from the bed, her voice soft and worried. “You’re not slee
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Night settled across the Caelis estate with an oppressive stillness, as if the mansion itself held its breath after the ritual in the Ancestor Hall. The corridors were dim, lit only by sparse lanterns that flickered from the residual energy Evan had awakened hours earlier.Vivianne walked beside him, her arm draped protectively around his waist as he leaned into her for support. His steps were slow, weighed down by the aftermath of the ritual—the memories ripped open, the pain of his lineage punched into his bloodstream, the hidden voices of the Caelis ancestors burned into his spine like ancient fire. She could feel the tremors beneath his skin, the aftershocks of power rising through him, and it terrified her that he had been forced into it at all.“You shouldn’t be walking,” she murmured, her voice soft but firm, tightening her hold on him. “You nearly collapsed in my arms. Again. Let me call Jimmy. Or at least a doctor.”Evan managed a faint, tired breath that was almost a smirk.
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