Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 730

Chapter 730: IHIN

News cycles had feasted on it. Commentators. Think pieces. Armchair analysts. Trauma porn with ads.

Dmitri’s death couldn’t be a footnote buried in a classified report that three bored analysts skimmed before lunch.

It had to be loud.

Public.

Impossible to ignore.

An eye for an eye. A tooth for a tooth.

Except there was a problem.

The CIA would never release that information willingly.

Admitting that a high-value international criminal had been killed in their custody—days after arrest, inside a supposedly airtight facility—would be an institutional nightmare. Questions would pile up instantly. Security failures. Internal corruption. Whether their black sites were fortresses or just expensive waiting rooms where people conveniently died.

And Dmitri wasn’t some nobody. He was connected—oligarchs, politicians, entire shadow economies that spanned continents. His death in American custody would ripple outward, diplomatic fallout guaranteed.

The shit that didn’t start wars, but definitely ruined dinners between governments.

So no. The CIA wasn’t announcing that.

Which meant Eros had to.

And he had to do it without painting a giant neon sign over his own head that said I DID THIS.

The elevator doors opened on his penthouse floor. He stepped out, still thinking.

Rivera Next Media was the obvious move. They were allies now.

But that was too clean.

If Rivera broke the story first, the CIA would connect the dots instantly. Same day shipping. No mystery. Straight line back to him.

And while the CIA was useful—thanks to Ava and mutual interests—that relationship depended on plausible deniability. If he was seen openly leaking classified information about deaths in federal custody, that alliance would turn real fucking awkward real fucking fast.

So, he needed a ghost. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

Someone else to break it first. Someone untraceable. Someone the CIA couldn’t immediately tie back to him.

Then Rivera Next Media could follow. Cite the original reporting. Pretend they were just doing journalism instead of participating in a carefully choreographed information war.

The CIA wouldn’t buy it.

But they wouldn’t be able to prove otherwise.

And sometimes, that was enough.

Eros walked into the penthouse, stepping over the quiet aftermath of last night—Patricia sprawled on the couch, Janet half-curled in a chair, Priya asleep where exhaustion had finally claimed her. He didn’t slow down. Didn’t look back.

He went straight to his office.

He needed to make a call.

And he already knew who to call.

The one outlet with the reach, credibility, and absolute lack of fucks required to light this fuse.

IHIN.

Insider Hidden International News.

The ghosts.

The people who broke stories governments buried and prayed stayed buried. CIA black sites. Corporate corruption reaching presidential desks. Trafficking networks that made billionaires sweat and politicians disappear.

No faces. No names. No traceable chain.

Untouchable.

And Eros smiled as he sat down, fingers already moving.

Because he didn’t just have a story.

He had leverage.

And leverage loved the truth—especially when it ruined lives.

Because two weeks ago, he’d done IHIN a favor. Not a polite favor. Not a hey, think of me sometime favor. A burn-the-house-down-and-hand-you-the-insurance-payout kind of favor.

He’d fed them intel on a trafficking network so massive it bent reality around it—Europe-wide, politicians stacked on top of shell companies like nesting dolls, money laundering routed through charities with glossy mission statements and blood on the balance sheets.

The documentation was airtight, the kind that laughed at appeals and mocked corrupt judges. Arrests followed. Raids. Assets seized mid-transfer.

Careers ended halfway through press briefings. Judges who normally specialized in "procedural complications" suddenly rediscovered morality like it was a forced firmware update.

He hadn’t asked for anything in return. No quid. No pro quo. No I’ll call you later.

I have a story for you .International criminal killed in CIA custody. Full documentation. Timeline. Evidence that can’t be disputed. Interested?

Always interested in truth. Send documentation.

Holy shit. This is legitimate?

Every word. Run it. The world deserves to know.

This will cause international incidents.

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