Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 1087

The thing with Mom was she knew thing.

She had always known ever since I was small enough to hide my face between her ribs like a secret the universe had not yet earned the right to witness, she had kept on knowing—through every uniform I shrugged into, every empire I quietly annexed, everything I became.

Whenever the entire weight of creation decided to rest its bloated carcass across my shoulders, Mom registered it without me hunching, dragging my feet and without a single tell leaking past the flawless architecture I had erected across my features long before divinity deigned to notice me.

There was no defence engineered in this sphere or any other that worked on the woman who had raised me.

I was the Dark Lord who wore stacks of impossible things no human was capable of like tailored sin, and still she saw straight through every layer of me like they were tissue paper soaked in arrogance.

I crossed the long, quiet halls of the estate's eternal residence with the stable still warm at my back and the living imprint of Nyxire's belly pressed along my cheek like a brand I had permitted no one else to leave.

I did not have to ask where Mom's room lay.

I thought find Mom, and the residence answered before the thought finished forming.

Third floor. East wing. Fourth door on the left, tucked behind a small interior garden whose trees had not existed in the original render and which ARIA had coaxed into the floor plan sometime in the last six hours, presumably while I was still riding home from Ashley's with the taste of her mother still on my tongue.

The garden smelled of jasmine. Of course it did. Even my architecture knew how to grovel properly.

I let myself through the door without knocking.

Mom did not startle, instead she lifted her head from the couch where she had been waiting—she had been waiting?

I felt it the instant I crossed the threshold, the same way I felt she had been probably holding that exact pose for at least the last ten minutes—and her eyes softened.

"Come here, baby," she said.

That was all and a hand patting the floor beside the couch with the calm authority.

I went to her without a word, dropped to the rug in front of her couch—the way I had been at her feet a hundred times across the long years of being her son—and Mom, without making a production of it, without drawing attention to what she was granting, simply spread her thighs wider on the cushion and made room for me between them as though the act were the most natural law in any universe.

I leaned back into her.

My shoulders found her knees while my head settled against the soft, living curve of her belly, the gentle new round of it where the apple of our eyes was already taking shape barely a week along yet already there, already a small warm weight tucked beneath her skin that I could feel against my temple like a second heartbeat learning how to ruin the world.

My own fresh and blood. My family expanding inward from her center and mine.

Mom's hand came down into my hair.

She started stroking. Slow. The same slow, even, no-rush rhythm she had used on me since before I could sit up unaided. She did not ask what was wrong. She did not ask how my evening had gone. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

She did not ask about any of the dozen heavy things waiting for me to wake tomorrow and start carrying them again like the spoiled cosmic porter I was.

She simply stroked.