Truth-Seer’s Charm

In a quiet penthouse high above the city, Lilith stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, arms loosely crossed.

The skyline stretched far beyond, lit by the soft glow of floating vehicles and layered digital billboards.

Inside the room, the lights were dim—smart-glow panels embedded into the walls gave off a warm, calming hue that subtly shifted with her breathing.

Everything was clean, quiet, and precisely arranged. Not a thing out of place.

She had just finished listening to Velmora's report. Every word played back in her mind—Mr. Grayson's rant, his twisted plan, his obsession with her. It didn't shock her.

Men like that always showed up eventually. But this one had taken it further. Using his own son. That was new.

Lilith let out a slow breath, her golden eyes reflecting the neon lights outside.

"I knew this would happen eventually," she murmured.