Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs-Chapter 46: Falling Apart: Between Was and Will.

"Peter, I raised you for sixteen years. I worked double shifts at the hospital, missed family dinners, sacrificed everything to give you and your sisters a decent life." Her voice was shaking now. "I took you in when your mother died, loved you like my own son, never asked for anything in return except that you’d grow up to be a good man."

’She was talking about my biological mother. The escort who died giving birth to me.’

"I didn’t work myself to exhaustion so you could learn to use women for their money," she continued, tears starting to form in her eyes. "I didn’t give you everything I had so you wouldn’t become..."

She stopped, unable to finish the sentence, but I knew what she was thinking.

’So, I wouldn’t become like my mother. Someone who took money for intimate services.’

The words hung in the air between us, unspoken but understood. In her mind, I was following in my biological mother’s footsteps—using my body, my charm, my relationships for financial gain. The irony was so thick I could choke on it.

’She thinks I was becoming exactly what my birth mother was. Someone who traded intimacy for money.’

"Mom—" I started, my voice cracking.

"No," she cut me off, tears now flowing freely. "Look at those bags, Peter. Look at them and tell me you paid for any of that with money you actually earned through honest work."

’I literally couldn’t do that without explaining supernatural seduction systems and cosmic point economies. Truthfully, even if i wanted to pay Madison wouldn’t have allowed and the price too...’

The silence stretched between us, filled with all the truths I couldn’t speak and all the assumptions she was making that I couldn’t correct.

"I see your mother in you sometimes," she whispered, and the words hit like a physical blow. "In your eyes, in the way you move. And I’ve always been terrified that one day..."

She couldn’t finish, but she didn’t need to.

She’d been waiting sixteen years for me to become what she feared most—a reflection of the woman who died bringing me into this world.

"I thought I could save you from that path," she said, sobbing now. "I thought if I loved you enough, if I gave you enough, you’d choose to be different."

She’d been fighting my genetics for sixteen years, trying to make sure I didn’t inherit my mother’s profession along with her DNA.

’I’m sorry mom, the universe had other plans and called me for a very unique purpose no one else but me can serve. For a greater good, sorry mom.’

The weight of her sacrifice hit me all at once. This woman had taken in the child of an escort, raised me as her own, worked herself to the bone to make sure I had opportunities my birth mother never did. And from her perspective, I’d just thrown it all away for designer clothes and a rich girlfriend.

’Everything she’d feared is coming true, and I couldn’t explain why she was wrong without sounding insane.’

"What’s next, Peter?" she asked through her tears. "Are you going to start expecting her to pay for everything? Your college? Your future? Is this who you want to be?"

She was painting a picture of me as someone who gave up his integrity for easy money, and I couldn’t defend myself. Not today, not now. Maybe not ever?

The lecture continued, each word a knife to my chest. She talked about self-respect, about taking advantage of people, about how money changed people in ways they didn’t even realize. Every sentence was delivered through tears of disappointment and fear.

My mother was watching me become everything she’d tried to save me from.

Finally, when she’d said everything, she needed to say, when her voice was hoarse from crying and her eyes were red with exhaustion, she looked at me with the kind of heartbreak that only came from watching someone you loved... disappoint you completely.

"I’m sorry," I told her, because it was the only thing I could say that wouldn’t make this worse. "You’re right. I should be more careful."

Sometimes apologizing was simpler than telling a truth that would destroy what was left of her faith in me.

Then something broke in her expression, and suddenly she was moving toward me, pulling me into a hug that felt desperate and terrified and full of sixteen years of love.

"I can’t lose you too," she sobbed against my shoulder. "I can’t watch you become someone I don’t recognize. Not after everything we’ve been through."

She wasn’t just hugging her son. She was holding onto the last piece of hope that I wouldn’t follow my mother’s path.

I hugged her back, feeling every emotion, she was experiencing—the fear, the love, the desperation, the crushing weight of responsibility she’d carried for my entire life. In that moment, I could feel exactly how much she loved me, how terrified she was of losing me to a world she couldn’t understand or compete with.

This woman had given me everything, and now she thought she was watching me throw it all away.

"I love you, Mom," I whispered against her hair, meaning it more than I’d ever meant anything. "I’m not going anywhere."

But even as I said the words, I knew they weren’t entirely true.

When we finally broke apart, her eyes were still filled with tears and that bone-deep worry that only came from loving someone completely.

"Just... be careful, okay?" she whispered. "Don’t let easy money change who you are at your core. Don’t become someone I can’t recognize."

She kissed my forehead like she did when I was little, then headed upstairs, leaving me alone with my thoughts and the growing realization that my two worlds weren’t just incompatible—they were actively destroying each other.

Every step I took toward my new life was also a step away from the people who loved me most.

Sitting on my bed, surrounded by expensive clothes I couldn’t explain and carrying secrets that would break my family’s heart, multiple truths became crystal clear.

My growing power was creating completely new social dynamics I wasn’t prepared for.

The public relationship with Madison was perfect for school politics, but it was destroying my private family life. Every display of wealth, every rumor about our relationship, every sign of my transformation was a knife to my mother’s heart.

I couldn’t be Madison Torres’ boyfriend in public without becoming a disappointment to my family in private.

The economic disparities were tearing everything apart. My sudden access to wealth was creating tension I’d never anticipated. Mom wasn’t just worried about me being used—she was terrified I was becoming the user. The kind of person who traded intimacy for financial gain.

Every dollar Madison spent on me was proof to my family that I’d lost my moral compass in my mom’s view.

But the real problem was deeper than money. I needed complete secret identity management, and that was impossible while living at home.

Regular Peter needed to exist for my family and school relationships. Dark Lord Peter needed to exist for system missions and Madison, and the universe’s desires and the journey i had to walk.

And I needed a space where both could coexist without destroying each other.

I couldn’t manage dual identities while sharing a bedroom with family members who noticed everything.

The solution wasn’t just about getting my own place anymore. It was about building toward complete independence from my family home—not because I didn’t love them, but because loving them meant protecting them from what I was becoming.

I needed to become completely independent, even if it meant leaving behind everything that made me who I was.

The system had given me power, wealth, and abilities beyond my wildest dreams. But it was also forcing me to choose between the life I’d always known and the person I was becoming.

Sometimes the cost of getting everything you want is losing everything you already had. But I will do so without destroying what I have. I will make my family better than shattering it!

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