Demonic Pornstar System novel Chapter 645

Chapter 645: Harrowing Realization

A secret Ashborn child?

The pieces crashed together with the subtlety of a collapsing building.

The Shadow Monarch’s son.

The boy who had stood in front of her in high school, nervous and hopeful and so painfully earnest that she’d laughed before he even finished speaking.

The boy she’d mocked in front of their entire class. Whose words she’d repeated with a significant amount of embellishing... She read it aloud in a performance of cruelty so polished that people applauded. The scrawny, quiet, nobody she’d turned into a joke that lasted years.

That boy was an Ashborn.

One of the richest, most connected families in the entire nation.

Son of the most terrifying woman alive.

And she had humiliated him for sport.

Vaelira’s stomach lurched.

Bile climbed her throat, and she swallowed it down with difficulty, the taste burning and acidic. Her vision swam, and for one horrifying moment, she thought she might actually collapse right there at the breakfast table.

She was lucky to be alive.

If the Shadow Monarch took offense personally... If word reached her ears of what she’d done...

The thought crystallized with absolute, bone-deep certainty. She was not lucky in the vague, philosophical sense. She was lucky in the most literal, immediate sense possible.

Vespera Ashborn could have erased her from existence without generating so much as a footnote in the evening news. Her whole bloodline could’ve gone with.

And then, creeping in behind the terror, came something worse.

If she had said yes.

If she hadn’t laughed. If she hadn’t performed. If she had just... looked at the boy with the innocent smile asking her for a date and seen what was actually standing in front of her.

She would have been the luckiest woman alive.

Potentially married into the Ashborn family. Protected. Elevated. Given access to resources and influence that most awakened combatants would sacrifice their mothers for. She would have stood beside a man who was rapidly becoming one of the most powerful and famous figures of his generation.

Instead, she stood beneath him. Literally leashed. Owned.

The universe had offered her a throne, and she’d spat on it for laughs.

The realization was so catastrophically, cosmically terrible that Vaelira almost laughed. Almost. The sound died in her chest before it could form, strangled by the sheer weight of what she had lost.

Then the door to the hallway opened.

Voices spilled in, soft and sleepy, accompanied by the sound of bare feet on stone and the rustle of loose fabric.

Aria entered first, wrapped in a silk robe with her silver-blonde hair in magnificent disarray, the kind of effortless beauty that made stylists weep with envy. She was mid-yawn, one hand covering her mouth while the other rubbed at her eye.

Luna followed, wearing an oversized shirt that hung off one shoulder, her purple hair a spectacular disaster of tangles and static. She looked like she’d fought her pillow and lost decisively.

Nyx padded in behind them, pink hair spilling over her shoulders in messy waves, robe tied loosely enough to be suggestive without being indecent. Well, maybe a bit indecent. Her eyes were half-lidded, still waking up, but a lazy, content smile sat on her lips.

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