Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 786

Chapter 786: When Empires Burn, Monsters are Born

And she loved him for it.

And the crazy part?

Nobody judged Peter for it.

They judged her for being lucky.

Then more girls. More women. More stories that sounded insane but kept getting confirmed. Peter Carter—former virgin, former loser, former nothing—was apparently running through Lincoln Heights High’s female population like a wildfire.

And everyone loved him for it.

The boys wanted to be like him. The girls wanted to be with him. Teachers looked at him with new respect. The principal treated him differently.

Peter Carter had become everything Jack used to be.

No.

Worse.

Peter had become what Jack wished he could be.

Because Peter wasn’t just popular. Wasn’t just successful.

He was loved.

People genuinely cared about him. Rooted for him. Wanted him to win.

And Jack?

Jack was the villain everyone wanted to see fall.

The evidence started leaking two months ago.

Jack still didn’t know who was behind it. Didn’t know how they’d gotten access to things that should’ve been private. But someone was systematically destroying him.

First: academic fraud. Recordings of Jack cheating on tests. Video footage of him paying students to write his essays. Messages to teachers offering money for better grades. Performance-enhancing drugs found in his locker with a paper trail leading directly to his bank account.

The school suspended him for two weeks. Launched an investigation. Called his parents.

His father barely looked at him. Said, "You’re a fucking embarrassment."

Then: the parties. Footage Jack didn’t even know existed. Him doing lines of cocaine off bathroom counters. Him sexually harassing girls at his beach house. Him bragging to his friends about the girls he’d manipulated, the girls he’d hurt, the girls whose lives he’d ruined for fun.

All of it uploaded to Instagram. Twitter. TikTok. Viral within hours.

Lincoln Heights High turned on him overnight.

The teammates who used to laugh at his jokes avoided him in hallways. The girls who used to flirt with him looked at him like he was radioactive. Teachers who used to give him special treatment started enforcing rules he’d been exempt from for years.

Then: the college rejections.

Harvard sent their letter first. After careful consideration, we have decided not to move forward with your application.

Then Stanford. Then USC. Then every single Division I school he’d applied to.

Football career: dead.

Academic future: destroyed.

Social status: obliterated.

His parents filed for divorce the same week. His father moved out. His mother stopped pretending to care.

The Morrison Construction shares his grandfather had promised? Contested. His father was threatening to cut him out of the will entirely if the scandal didn’t stop.

But it didn’t stop.

Every day brought new leaks. New evidence. New proof that Jack Morrison was exactly what everyone now believed: an abusive, entitled, predatory piece of shit who’d bought his way through life and hurt people for sport.

And the worst part—the part that made Jack want to put his fist through concrete—was that it was all true.

He’d done everything they accused him of. And more.

He was the villain. The monster. The cautionary tale.

And Peter—Peter—was the one who’d exposed him.

Jack knew it. Didn’t have proof, but he knew.

Because nobody else had motive. Nobody else had access. Nobody else gave enough of a shit about Jack Morrison to orchestrate his systematic destruction with this level of precision.

Only Peter.

The doormat had grown teeth.

And he was using them to tear Jack apart.

Jack scrolled through Instagram again, torturing himself, looking at Peter’s life like picking at a scab, Madison’s posts, Emma, Sarah, even Sofia, Lea. All posted him. But not Peter himself. He did not post shit. He did not even have an account.

New post: Peter and Madison at some fancy restaurant. Her laughing. Him smiling like he’d figured out the secret to happiness.

Seventy thousand followers now. Up from five hundred three months ago.

Comments pouring in like worship.

Relationship goals fr

How did this man level up so hard

Madison is so lucky

Peter really said "watch this" and became a whole king

Jack’s vision blurred. His hands shook. His chest felt tight—like someone was sitting on it, crushing the air out of his lungs.

He’d lost everything.

His girlfriend. His future. His friends. His family. His life.

The girls. The money. The respect. The love.

It wasn’t fucking fair.

But somehow—somehow—Peter had won.

"I’m afraid you can’t do that."

She was... Jesus fucking Christ, she was devastating.

Stiletto boots rose sharp and lethal, heels clicking once against the concrete like the cocking of a blade.

It was her presence.

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