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

Chapter 331: Home Sweet Chaos: Emma Explodes

The scent assaulted us the moment the door groaned shut—Mom’s enchiladas steaming in their volcanic red sauce, the corn-dust ghost of fresh tortillas, and beneath it all, that alchemy of cumin and love that meant she’d been at the stove for hours, cooking her worry into spice. The house had shrunk since I’d last stood on this frayed rug, or maybe I’d outgrown it, yet its warmth pressed in, soft and absolute, like sinking into a well-worn hoodie after days in the straitjacket of Savile Row.

"PETER!" Emma’s shriek tore through the quiet, a sonic boom of relief. She hit me like a train wreck—arms locking my ribs, hair whipping my chin until every breath tasted of her almond-vanilla shampoo. "You’re home! God, it’s been excruciating without you. Do you have any idea how boring it’s been without you here?"

Sarah followed, her embrace less explosive but no less profound. When she spoke against my shoulder, it was a low current beneath the noise: "Missed you, you beautifully dramatic bastard."

It struck me then, like a physical blow: How had I forgotten this? The glorious, unfiltered chaos. The love that needed no translation. The exquisite relief that these two CardContent had missed the fractured parts of me as fiercely as I’d missed their whole, steady selves.

"Missed you too," I confessed, voice gravelly. "Pair of lunatics."

"Lunatics?" Emma demanded, eyes bright with challenge. "That is so rich coming from the man who dropped off the grid for seventy-two hours and returned wrapped in Forbes magazine? What’s the price tag, Peter? Seriously, Peter, what did you do? Sell your soul to Elon Musk?"

"A similar exchange." I snorted

"The mansion you bought us suggests it was a pretty good deal," Sarah said dryly, studying my face with that analytical intensity she’d inherited from Mom. "Though you look tired. And older somehow."

"Empires require sacrifices," I said, lightening the moment by tousling her hair.

Emma was already zeroing in on Charlotte, but not with surprise - more like she was inspecting a prized possession. "Charlotte! You look like death warmed over. Did my brother work you to death saving your empire?"

Charlotte managed a tired smile. "We’ve already met, Emma. Why are you being weird?"

Emma laughed, bouncing on her toes. "Meeting legends can be overwhelming no matter how many times it happens. Besides, the talk of the world was actually being handled by my little brother. Can you believe that character development?"

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