Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs Chapter 1026: Greedy Wish: Have It All

That fleeting vulnerability she revealed in her soft, husky "come right to me" was pulling back swiftly—defenses crashing up behind her eyes, her professional detachment snapping together bit by bit like crucial armor she craved to reclaim.

She had bared herself, exposed and vulnerable, only for me to reply with a damn travel pitch.

Her face showed she was torn between relief... and profound insult.

"Maria, take a vacation or whatever while you're staying with us. Bond with your daughter in Paris. A couple weeks? A month? Even longer if you like."

Her mouth parted to reply, but I pressed on before she could utter a courteous rejection.

"You know she misses you. Luna didn't visit your home for our relationship's blessing, Maria. For the first time, she sought to draw you into her world—to get the two key figures in her life aligned, whether fully united or simply on the same chapter."

My eyes stayed fixed on hers, each phrase hitting home and probing the raw, pained spot hidden under her freshly restored facade.

"To claim it all. A greedy wish, no doubt. Yet once you hold everything you've longed for, you dare dream of healing the single gap left. The one piece still absent."

Maria's features stayed unchanged, yet her breaths quickened—more shallow, constricted, signaling the fierce conflict still churning in her chest.

Her robe had slid once more. Deeper off her left shoulder, the fragile strap clinging desperately.

The rich, voluptuous swell of her breast lay bared nearly to the shadowed outline of her areola, golden light stroking the velvety skin as if aiding the allure.

There she perched on the bed, her damp, shimmering eyes locked on me as I lectured on her daughter's inner longings—while my sidelong glances racked up serious crimes nonstop.

"She craves you fully in her life. She won't admit it outright to me or you, but isn't that love's purpose? To deliver what they desire without forcing them to "

I stopped—not for flair, but because the words ahead were vital, demanding precision.

"If I'm right, Luna may not grasp how profoundly that craving goes. Given your packed schedule, she knew it was more wishful thinking than solid plan—and heart and reason rarely chat—but she tried anyway."

Bless her sharp, introspective spirit. Buried in that fixated brain, Luna grasped her mother wouldn't yield utterly unless her Dark Lord himself chased her fiercely later, weaving Maria into the harem so Luna could seize it all—

—everything, the explosive career on the horizon, riches, calm, earth-shattering sex, complete bliss, every dream ticked off her roster.

She owned it all save one.

The woman directly before me.

Maria—who missed her daughter, authentic joy, passion, and genuine fulfillment.

A deep, weary sigh escaped her—the sound of a woman as one path sealed silently while a startling new one eased open from nowhere she'd anticipated.

"I'd love that," she murmured softly. "But just these two days work now. I can't request vacation from nowhere. My "

"Your bosses are me and Ms. Patricia," I stated evenly. "Mercy General is ours. I'd gladly approve weeks or months off. No problem.

Maria's eyes bulged wide in shock.

"What did you just say?"

"In Patricia's divorce from the Morrisons, I snapped up their shares and the rest. Mercy General is hers and mine outright. Patricia doesn't need to know—but I'm telling you anyway. She'll approve if I ask politely."

Maria dropped heavily onto the bed.

Legs gave out on their own, dumping her weight as her mind scrambled to absorb the bombshell I'd unleashed.

Her boss: a younger man in his twenties her junior, her girl's partner, controller of the hospital anchoring her career, with the other boss in his harem too.

She'd stood firm declaring her offer, radiating the poise of a seasoned woman, parent, superior tempting a junior craving her nod.

Now she crumpled to the bed, the power shift slamming so hard the whiplash stabbed her spine.

No sign of Patricia nearby. The jolt was predictable.

"My boss is you," she murmured deliberately, eyes unfocused. "And the other boss... belongs to your harem."

A thick silence hung in the air, the type where a person pieces together their shattered grasp of the world bit by bit, only to realize no fragment belongs where it once did.

Her gaze shifted to me. Then to her hands.

Next, it dropped to the robe that had slid down even more, baring the complete plush swell of one breast, the dark areola now provocatively peeking from the lace's edge.

Then it returned to me.

I saw the truth dawn on her right then in those deep, staring eyes: the fellow she'd just propositioned clad only in black lace was the same one who could approve her vacation or dismiss her instantly, who gripped her daughter’s affections, who'd outlined precisely what Luna required with accuracy showing he comprehended her child more deeply than Maria had ever allowed, and who now stood by the door, his look conveying

"The only thing standing between you and your daughter’s happiness — both of yours — is you," I said quietly. "I’ll talk to Patricia and see what we can do while you decide what it’s gonna be." I moved toward the door.

"But don’t worry. I won’t tell Luna until you decide to come with us. If you don’t want to, I won’t tell her. She won’t know you were invited and she won’t know you said no. That’s yours to carry... or yours to put down. Your choice, Maria."

And then I was gone.

With a gentle, conclusive click, the door closed behind me.

I strode along the guest mansion hallway, burdened by the particular, leaden sense of a guy who'd picked the honorable path over the simple one — already questioning if that virtuous act would forfeit the woman beyond that door... or ultimately bring her to him in a truly meaningful way.

My cock still ached in fierce protest. The sight of her there on the bed — lace falling from her shoulder, eyes damp and defenseless, "come right to me" lingering like haze from a blaze she'd started and I'd refused to enter — was set to occupy my thoughts without cost through Paris and far past, barring some divine intervention.

Thirty women ready for me, a vast ocean dividing me from Maria’s guest room temptation, yet even that gap wouldn’t prove sufficient.

I’d done the right thing.

It felt fucking terrible.

Luna chose to remain home as well — her with the lab, her research, that hushed, intense immersion she vanished into while inventing what never was before.

But should I unearth a motive strong enough to lure her from the lab, onto a flight, and into a journey alongside her mother rather than losing herself in endless toil... I’d make it happen.

Because Luna deserved it all.

And I’d ensure she claimed every bit of it.