Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 974

Chapter 974: ARIA Plans

ARIA remained completely still.

She lifted what appeared to be a phone, turned the illuminated screen toward him, and waited for him to read.

The screen filled with photos.

High resolution.

They began scrolling on their own. Daniel wasn’t touching the phone, and ARIA certainly wasn’t touching it either. The images simply moved, one after another, sliding past with the quiet automation of a funeral slideshow reviewing a life no one particularly respected.

A text exchange he had deleted six months ago appeared next.

Line by line.

Word by word.

Perfectly reconstructed.

Daniel had wiped that conversation from his phone, from his cloud backup, from every place a reasonable person might think to hide a mistake. But ARIA did not operate under the same definition of erased.

To her, deletion was simply a comforting story humans told themselves so they could sleep at night.

Data left shadows.

Magnetic residue.

Fragments scattered across systems that humans assumed were clean.

To an intelligence capable of rebuilding a hard drive’s history from microscopic traces on its surface, "deleted" wasn’t destruction.

It was filing.

Daniel stared at the screen with his mouth slightly open.

"These papers," ARIA said calmly, "confirm that you have divorced Genevieve. You keep your assets. All of them. Every pathetic cent."

He looked at the photos again.

Then the documents in his lap.

Then back at her.

"You... you’re giving me everything?"

"I’m giving you a way out that you don’t deserve. There’s a difference."

He exhaled slowly, the breath leaving his body in a long, shaky release, and the relief that followed was immediate and almost painful to watch. It spread across his face like a man who had just been told the tumor wasn’t malignant after all.

Because that was the architecture of Daniel’s entire existence.

The only thing he truly feared was the separation of assets.

His father-in-law had explained the arrangement years ago with perfect clarity when Daniel had first been granted permission to marry Genevieve. The terms had been simple enough: Genevieve was the price of admission.

The moment Daniel divorced her, he lost half of everything.

No prenup.

No negotiation.

No exit.

Daniel had married Genevieve, accepted the promotion that followed, and climbed the corporate ladder using her family name as a stepping stone. In exchange, he had agreed to remain married to her forever.

Which meant Genevieve had quietly become something less romantic and far more practical.

An insurance policy.

As long as the marriage existed on paper, Daniel could behave however he liked. Affairs, neglect, emotional abandonment—none of it mattered as long as he remained technically married to the boss’s daughter.

The machine kept running.

But Daniel had reached the level he wanted now. His position was high enough that even his father-in-law couldn’t remove him without destabilizing the company itself, and the board would never allow that kind of disruption.

For months—possibly years—Daniel had been searching for a way to divorce Genevieve without losing anything.

He hadn’t found one.

Until tonight.

Now this woman—this impossibly beautiful, deeply unsettling woman—was handing him the solution as casually as someone offering a napkin.

And suddenly Daniel’s future looked very different.

His first wife had come back. The one he had never quite stopped thinking about. The one he had always considered the real love of his life.

If he could just get out of this marriage without the financial fallout, he could finally—

"Sign the fucking papers."

Daniel’s thoughts stopped immediately.

ARIA’s voice cut through his internal monologue with surgical precision, as if she had been listening to the entire thing in his head from start to finish and found it so irritating the he was thinking about her master’s woman.

She was staring at him with open impatience.

Not anger.

Just annoyance, the kind someone feels when a machine takes too long to process a simple command.

Husbands.

Boyfriends.

Something dangerous.

It was a siege.

Daniel would get his divorce. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

A fair trade.

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