The Ultimate God-King

3

Olivia’s lips twitched, a mixture of exasperation and amusement threatening to break her composure. Conor’s shameless grin was infuriatingly charming, and for a moment, she almost laughed out loud.

Before she could react further, a small, pitiful voice piped up from behind them.

“Mommy… should take Daddy home,” Lily murmured, clutching Conor’s arm with innocent insistence.

Olivia froze, blinking at the sight of the little girl’s earnest expression.

Speechless, she gave a sharp sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Fine,” she muttered finally, her voice tinged with reluctant resignation. “You’re lucky. Come home with me. I have an important task for you—pretend to be my husband.”

Nick, standing beside the car, froze. His eyes widened in shock.

Conor merely tilted his head, smiling calmly, and followed Olivia.

After a few steps, he glanced back at Nick. “Nick, your ride should be here, right? I’ll go home with my wife first—we’ll meet later.”

Nick’s mouth opened, then closed again. He wanted to protest, to insist on staying with Conor, but the King of the Gods’ warning gaze made his spine stiffen.

He backed down silently, melting into the bustling crowd. Circling through the chaos, he made his way toward the noisiest area—the DragonTech motorcade—and approached the lead car with careful precision.

Outside, the DragonTech motorcade had stopped, and the crowd’s excitement was palpable.

John and Emma were already approaching the uniformed staff, trying to strike up a conversation.

“Excuse me,” John said, voice loud, forcing authority. “We’re here for VIP reception. Can you guide us?”

The lead staff member, a tall, stern woman, barely glanced at them. “Sir, the VIP has already arrived. Step aside, please.”

Emma’s fake smile faltered. “We… we just wanted to—”

Nick, masked and in sunglasses, slipped silently behind them, eyes sharp.

“Shit," he thought, “if they recognize me, Master Conor’s cover is blown."

He maneuvered between John and the staff, careful not to draw attention.

“Hey! Watch where you’re shoving!” John barked, clearly annoyed.

Nick ignored him entirely, sliding open the door of a waiting car with fluid precision and dropping inside. He exhaled silently.

Piece of cake. Let’s see how long they last before realizing who they just messed with.

John’s face went instantly pale. “Oh no… oh no, oh no, oh no…” he muttered under his breath. “I just… insulted… the VIP DragonTech came to receive…”

Emma leaned close, whispering nervously, “Nobody knows you… if we leave quickly, everything will be fine.”

John’s hands shook. “This can’t be happening!”

Meanwhile,

The hum of the car engine was the only sound for a moment, broken only by the faint breathing of Lily, fast asleep in her car seat.

Conor stole a glance at the child, her small face relaxed in innocence, and felt a pang of something he couldn’t quite name.

Olivia’s hands gripped the steering wheel with tension.

“After that night… I became pregnant,” she said finally, her voice steady but quiet. “I didn’t tell anyone you were involved. I needed to protect Lily—from nosy relatives, from my parents, from everyone who might pry.”

Conor’s heart tightened. “You… you carried her alone?”

“Yes.” Olivia’s gaze flicked to him, sharp but not unkind. “I told everyone you were some successful businessman traveling frequently. It… stopped people from bothering me. It stopped them from asking questions, from interfering.”

Conor felt the weight of his guilt press down on him like never before. “This… this is my fault. I should have—”

“You should have done a lot of things,” Olivia said dryly, rolling her eyes. “But for now, just… play the part. Pretend to be my husband. That’s all I need.”

Conor exhaled, running a hand over his face. “Make it right… I’ll make it right, Olivia. I’ll fix this. I won’t let anyone hurt Lily, not ever.”

Olivia’s lips twitched, a mix of exasperation and amusement. “Make it right? Conor… the Nelson family fortune is tens of millions. I don’t need you to fix anything yet. Just pretend you’re my husband for a while. When the time is right, I’ll announce the divorce. But until then… act like a successful man.”

Conor spread his hands, looking both incredulous and frustrated. “I don’t need to pretend. I am successful.”

Olivia chuckled softly, shaking her head. “Exactly. Keep that confidence, Conor. That’s all I ask.”

He opened his mouth to argue, to protest that no one ever seemed to believe him when he spoke the truth, but Olivia was already glancing at the road ahead, signaling him to let it go.

The cityscape of Golden Sparrow City blurred past them as Olivia navigated the quiet streets toward the Nelson family mansion.

Conor studied her silently, the careful balance of elegance and authority in her posture both impressive and infuriating.

“Remember,” Olivia said, voice firm, “stay in character. Don’t embarrass me in front of anyone, not for even a second.”

Conor smiled, the corners of his mouth curling into that calm, teasing expression that had already started to get under her skin. “Don’t worry. I’ve got this.”

As they approached the mansion, the gates swung open to reveal the grandeur of the Nelson estate.

A tall man, impeccably dressed with a sunny, welcoming smile, stood at the entrance. He waved as Olivia drove up.

Olivia’s expression hardened, her lips twisting into a subtle sneer. “What are you doing here?”