Demonic Po*nstar System Chapter 735: Natasha Volkov

"I am Natasha Volkov. Magnus Ashborn and I have shared a relationship for the last three years. Sorry." She fixed her words. "Magnus Morvane."

— 44xStorm: THREE YEARS???

— SinnerDevotee: Hold on!!!

— BastetThrone: A mistress. He kept a mistress even while wed to Vespera Ashborn.

— GigaAsh: bro this man is cooked beyond recognition lmao

— NyxWife4Life: Sneaking with an Instagram model while married to THAT woman??? Men are unreal

— DarkLancer99: Why blame every man for one trash guy? Women and sexism, same old story.

— NyxWife4Life: Yeah, yeah. It’s always just One Guy who’s wrong, and millions like him...

— BastetThrone: Kai would never. Say it with me.

— DarkLancer99: Here we go...

— NyxWife4Life: Kai is the only man we can trust...

— GigaAsh: Doesn’t he have five chicks lol?

While the chat plunged into its typical gender war chaos, Kaiden's face turned rigid.

"Three years," Kaiden echoed, his free arm—the one not gripping the phone showing Natasha’s face on the call—clenching tighter over his mother’s shoulders.

Three years of his father bedding another woman, betraying his mother. Kaiden understood full well the emptiness in their marriage, yet it stung regardless.

No matter public opinions, his mother remained a person who could feel pain deeply.

Kaiden gazed down at Vespera.

Her eyes stayed shut.

"Are you okay?" he murmured gently.

Vespera remained motionless. Her smile lingered unchanged. Her breaths stayed steady. She leaned into her son’s chest with the identical relaxed affection from when the shadows lifted, either oblivious to Natasha’s words or untouched by them entirely.

Then Vespera’s eyes fluttered open.

Red. Intense, timeless red, like blood dried under dim glow. They locked onto the screen where Natasha’s face dominated the view. Wide, pure eyes, mascara streaking, silk robe slipping at perfect angles. The woman radiated softness, warmth, and easy allure.

Vespera fixed her gaze on her.

Across the call, Natasha met the stare.

Color fled her face in an instant, as if a drain had been yanked open. Her lips parted soundlessly. Sweat trickled from her temple, soon joined by more. Her throat bobbed dryly. Those wide innocent eyes bulged further, and for three heartbeats, Natasha Volkov appeared as a woman abruptly recalling the wife's existence—and that the wife now watched.

Vespera’s face stayed impassive. She examined the woman like a mere blemish on fine linen. Fleetingly, indifferently, her mind already elsewhere.

"I am not surprised," Vespera answered her son after moments of quiet, her eyes shutting once more. She offered no further words.

Alice’s head popped up over Kaiden’s shoulder.

"Oh, I have a LOT to say about this!"

Kaiden shot a look back. "Alice-"

"No, cruel big brother, let me talk! I’ve been very quiet!"

Truth was, she’d occupied herself nuzzling his hair or simply reveling in her new freedom to manifest beside him anytime from now on.

Kaiden’s lip quirked slightly, but he let her continue, granting silent approval.

"Listen up, men and women who need the truth of adulthood!" Alice faced the camera as the teen girl unleashed wisdom few could handle.

"There is NOTHING wrong with having multiple lovers if everyone involved agrees to it! If you have a big enough heart and everyone consents, then love is love! Look at big brother! Every single one of his women turns smiling and giggly the second he walks into a room because he treats them with respect and honesty!"

Wild gestures flew from Kaiden’s back, her arm looped snugly around his neck.

"They say the son will surpass the father." Alice’s tone deepened. "But surpassing means they were ever on the same wavelength! They weren’t! The gulf between my brother and that hideous thing is so immense that the universe would require brand-new measurement units to even grasp it! Scientists would sob! Mathematicians would quit! You’d have to warp space just to fit them in one sentence!"

Her finger thrust at Natasha’s feed.

"Look at what Magnus has! A wife he cheated on, and a gold-digging, Insta slut-"

"Alice."

Kaiden’s tone cut low and sharp.

Alice halted instantly.

"That’s enough."

"But-"

"My sister is a graceful young lady." He stated it without looking back, firm and absolute. "Not a crude woman."

Alice’s eyes bulged as her hands clapped over her mouth—both of them. Her big brother couldn’t possibly see her as crude!!!

"I’m not crude!" she squeaked past her fingers. "I’m an S-tier awakened who slays monsters by the hordes! I deserve to curse occasionally-"

"Graceful. Young. Lady," Kaiden restated.

"I’m graceful!!!"

She pouted hard while hugging closer, hoping nearness might wipe those seconds from his mind.

— 44xStorm: Little sis went from war criminal to baby girl in 0.2 seconds.

— NyxWife4Life: NO ALICE KEEP GOING YOU WERE COOKING

— BastetThrone: The S-tier awakened slapped her own mouth shut because big brother scolded her. 😭

— SinnerDevotee: She was spitting facts though. every word was correct and he silenced her 😭

— VesperaFearless: We need a camera crew following this family around 24/7.

— BastetThrone: The Ashborns. Sundays at 9. I would never miss an episode.

Alice drew away then. Her hands dropped. The spark remained.

"Excuse me, Miss Natasha," she uttered, her strained courtesy nearly more cutting than the slur. "I apologize for my word choice."

Natasha’s lips twisted. Weary, sardonic. "I probably deserve that one."

...

Inside his office, Magnus stood abruptly.

His phone was snatched up before the idea fully formed. He’d grabbed it from the desk drawer the instant Natasha showed onscreen, his thumb hitting her contact in a flash—habit from three years of illicit late-night calls.

He dialed.

In the stream on his display, Natasha spoke steadily. Calm, gentle-toned, recounting her tale like one who’d practiced it endlessly. Midway through, her gaze dropped. Her thumb shifted on the phone for the video call. One quick press.

Magnus’s phone chimed. Call rejected.

He dialed once more.

Natasha ignored it completely this time. Her thumb flicked, killing the call before it rang fully. She spoke on seamlessly, her adjustment so fluid no viewer caught it save for a minor grip shift.

Magnus saw it clear.

"You dare oppose me, whore?!" he bellowed while starting a third call. Natasha’s thumb struck before the alert loaded. Her own ingrained reflex.

Magnus’s fist gripped the phone.

The screen cracked first. Then the body crumpled inward like foil, battery bursting with a crack as his fingers demolished the shell. He released his hold, letting shards scatter across the desk.

’She’s been bought.’

That notion hit instantly, unshakeably. Vespera had reached her. Bribed, coerced, lured with offers outweighing Magnus’s favor. Or a mix. Irrelevant. The stream’s woman wasn’t authentic. She was a pawn, primed and pointed by another.

That realization cracked open a path he dreaded treading.

Natasha Volkov modeled. She offered warmth, softness, accessibility where Vespera lacked, which was the appeal. Yet she was ordinary—a civilian untouched by awakened realms, ignorant of guild intrigues, unequipped to stage this massive stream debut or craft a speech striking nerves with surgical accuracy.

Someone scheduled it. Someone scripted her lines. Someone supplied ten thousand Chronos and directions.

Magnus eyed the feed.

Vespera rested against Kaiden’s chest still. Eyes shut. Smiling. The image of a serene mother beside her son as his father’s lover shredded his name live.

’You’ve known.’

Conviction clicked home like a perfect fit.

Vespera had long known of Natasha. The whole affair. The trysts, calls, nights in that flat where he convinced himself his wife was indifferent.

She knew everything, yet never altered her gaze toward him, her face as blank as ever, revealing zilch personal because nothing there mattered to her.

Not a single particle of her could muster care.

He viewed that as proof. Their union was mere business: elite lineages merging assets. Vespera ignored Natasha since she ignored him, a setup Magnus embraced fully.

Natasha continued on the feed.

"Young miss, you’re right in a sense," she stated. Her voice rang overly meek and naive, Magnus noted. "I heard the name Magnus Ashborn and I lost my mind, becoming a dumb girl with starry eyes who thought she was special because a powerful man chose her."

She halted. Fingers steadied on the phone.

"He told me that Miss Vespera didn’t care and they lived separate lives. I believed him because it was easier than asking questions I didn’t want answers to."

The chat raced ahead.