Thud!
She collapsed onto my chest, exhausted.
"That was the best f*ck I ever had." she whispered in my ears.
Hearing those words filled me with a sense of pride. Now, all that was left was to find Ella, and make her submit to me.
Once I completed the act with both of them, I would finally have the chance to truly awaken my power.
"I'm glad to hear it, but you should fix yourself up before the servants start knocking."
Wasting no time, she stood up and began slipping her bra back on, smoothing out her blouse, then tugging her skirt into place.
After a brief look in the mirror, she adjusted her hair and carefully applied a soft shade of lipstick from her purse.
By the time she turned back to me, the exhausted woman from moments ago was gone.
We sat in silence for a couple of seconds while I tried to figure out where to go from here.
"Aunt Ellie… what do you think of my father? Tell me your honest feelings."
Her expression darkened. "He is very generous. But he's also extremely controlling."
"How so ?"
"I'm not even allowed to leave the mansion without bodyguards. And whenever I try to meet friends, especially if there's a man—he gets angry."
Well, if I had a wife this hot, I'd probably be worried all the time too. She was practically a walking temptation.
"One time, a college classmate just touched my shoulder during a reunion… and he ended up getting beaten up. I even overheard that he was sent to the outer layer after Daniel used his connections to pressure the company he worked for. Since then, I've rarely received any invites from my friends."
"Is he really that bad? That's not protective, that's psychotic," I commented. Not that I had any right to say that, considering I'm not exactly innocent myself.
"There are moments when he's sweet. He apologizes, says he loves me…buy me gifts. That's why I don't really know who the real him is."
The more I listened, the more it sounded like she was describing someone with narcissistic personality disorder.
Controlling, manipulative, and emotionally abusive, yet capable of being superficially charming when it suited him. Unsurprisingly, those were the same traits often found in serial killers.
To everyone else, it looks like he was being thoughtful, letting his second wife care for her stepson, proving he chose the right person to remarry
It painted a perfect picture: the caring husband, the devoted stepmother, the strength of a united family. But it was all for show.
Even keeping me alive in this hospital was part of that carefully crafted narrative.
And that one billion bounty for that flower ?
Just a load of crap. A flashy distraction meant to show him as a grieving, determined father.
"Just answer me, Aunt Ellie. Do you still love my father?"
She shook her head slowly.
"I don't love him anymore… no," she paused. "I never really liked him. I was just drawn to the sense of security he offered."
That was my cue. I took her hand.
"Then please, help me. I have a suspicion that he's connected to my mother's death."
"What…?" her voice trembled. "You think your father—no, that can't be right. He would never…"
Her trembling hands said otherwise.
"Aunt Ellie, you know him. That guy isn't a good person," I used my ability as I spoke, making my words more credible.
Lights flashed in her eyes.
"Alright, I'll help you. Whatever you need, just say it."
Stepping closer, I acted grateful. She didn't resist when I wrapped my arms around her. I leaned in, my tongue finding her soft lips.
"Thanks, Aunt Ellie. I promise, after I take down the one responsible for my mother's death, I'll give you a better life than this. Not just money… but attention."
She hugged me back, and we indulged in another round of passionate kisses before I left her breathless in her study room.
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Outside the mansion, I immediately called for a driver.
"Take me to Light Spring Academy," I ordered
Without a word, he started the car.
Roughly twenty minutes later, we arrived at a district two zones away from our house. What greeted me was a modern building the size of a small football field. The surrounding area wasn't crowded with tall structures like in the hospital.
Instead of heading through the main gate, our car turned into an underground parking lot.
As I stepped out, I noticed the line of sleek, expensive vehicles — sports cars were practically the norm here. It wasn't surprising, though. Light Spring Academy was one of the country's most prestigious schools.
Its monthly tuition alone could drain an average person's yearly income, but its connections to major TV networks and agencies made it worth every cent. Graduating from here was as good as securing a future.
But that was only for normal humans. There was a separate academy for those who have supernatural abilities.
The most notable institutions were three: the National Defense Academy owned directly by the government; United Link Academy, controlled by the richest man in the country; and finally, the Seeker's Academy, managed by the Seeker Association itself.
Anyone who awakened an ability before the age of eighteen was required to attend such an institution. This system existed to train them properly and prevent unnecessary deaths.
Those who awakened after eighteen, on the other hand, could apply directly for a license and enroll in a training center, where they would complete a six-month practical and theoretical course.
While I was lost in thought, I noticed that before I could enter the elevator leading to the campus, I needed to scan my Government Security Number, or GSN — a personal ID assigned to every citizen upon turning six years old.
I knew this beforehand, so I opened my wallet and pulled out a black card containing my information.
There was a small chip on the lower right corner of the ID. The second my thumb touched it, it lit up green, and I swiped it across the terminal.
BEEP!