Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire is on Vacation-Chapter 666: Conspiracy

Chapter 666 – Conspiracy

Lux let out a breath, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Great. Now I’m going to have conspiracy blogs claiming I secretly impregnate mortals every time I appear in public."

Corvus’s eyes gleamed faintly. "She’s likely just obsessed with you. Using the chaos as an opportunity."

Lux exhaled slowly. That... unfortunately made sense.

Fame did that to people.

Power did that to people.

Greed did that to people.

He glanced back once more toward the bedroom, checking Mira was still asleep, then turned to Corvus again.

"Track the claim. Discreetly," Lux said. "If it’s false, let it collapse under its own weight. If it’s real—"

Corvus’s head tilted slightly. "Then?"

Lux’s gaze hardened.

"I want to know who she is."

Corvus, perched smugly on his shoulder, cawed once in that smug, metallic voice he always used when things were about to get spicy. "Fine. Give me a minute."

Lux stayed perfectly still, watching the morning haze swirl outside the tall windows of his Beberly Hills mansion. The sun hadn’t quite climbed past the palm trees yet, but the air already smelled like citrus and dry heat.

Corvus’s wings fluttered slightly as his head lowered, chrome feathers rippling with faint lines of blue code.

For a moment, silence. Then...

"Ooh~" the raven whistled. "This is interesting."

Lux’s brows twitched. "You found it?"

Corvus’s eye blinked slowly. "Aelitha Ninevyn."

Lux’s groan was immediate and loud.

"No. No, no, no. You’re joking."

Corvus tilted his head. "Fiera Ninevyn’s cousin."

Lux put his drink down harder than necessary. "You’re not joking."

Corvus fluffed his feathers, talons shifting. "I don’t joke when pregnant women start claiming you fathered the next half-blood prodigy."

Lux’s palm smacked his face. "I’ve met Aelitha, what... twice? She couldn’t even tell me and that bootleg counterfeit apart?"

Corvus clicked his beak mockingly. "I bet it was because she wanted to make Fiera jealous."

Lux’s eye twitched. "Oh Holy Hell..."

Corvus finished, "And got trapped by Vincent."

Lux leaned back into the railing and dragged a slow hand down his face. "Rest in peace to that woman’s dignity."

Corvus hopped closer and projected a thumbnail-sized holo of Aelitha’s social feed. "She already posted an announcement. Caption: ’Carrying Lux Vaelthorn’s heir. A future wrapped in wealth.’" He made a dramatic pause. "With a sparkle emoji."

Lux gagged audibly. "Why is there always a sparkle emoji?!" 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

Corvus cackled. "Because sparkle makes lies prettier."

Lux kicked off the glass railing and stalked back into the living room. Polished marble floors. High-end minimalist furniture. Incense still burning faintly. It smelled like lavender and spice and leftover sex from last night. Somehow, it all made the situation even more absurd.

"I swear to Lust and Greed," Lux muttered, grabbing his tablet. "If she starts selling fake maternity NFTs I will drop this woman into an algorithmic abyss."

Corvus casually flew ahead of him and landed on the top of the 85-inch curved hologram display in the lounge. "Speaking of Ninevyns... haven’t seen Fiera around lately."

Lux didn’t even look up. "I’ve been tied to the bed for a week straight." He deadpanned, "It was Pride’s rope. What can I do? I groaned. I even almost begged!"

Corvus made a snort. "Kfh! Useless incubus."

Lux reached up and pinched his beak without breaking stride. "Say that again and I’ll make you write a tax fraud documentary."

Corvus squawked. "Fine! Fine! Damn."

That was when the system pinged.

[You have an urgent call: Sira (Interrealm Call)]

Lux blinked. "Interrealm?"

That meant she hadn’t returned to the mortal plane yet.

"Answer."

[Connecting...]

And then her image appeared midair.

Holographic. Crystal-clear.

Sira.

Daughter of the Pride Lord. Her face, normally smirking, was tight with worry.

"Lux."

He raised an eyebrow. "You look like you skipped breakfast. That serious?"

"Very." Her voice was clipped, tense. "The bounty on you disappeared after Zoltarin’s death."

Lux leaned against the side of the black leather couch, his posture casual even as his mind snapped into high gear. "Good. He’s dead. Should be obvious."

Sira shook her head. "You don’t get it. Rumors are spreading fast. In the demon realm. In the old rings. They’re saying you killed Zoltarin. That you’re not just a number runner. Not just the demon behind the desk."

Lux’s smile faded.

Sira continued, "You’re being talked about in the same breath as the ancient ones. The deep demons. The families no one mentions anymore. And now they know you’re more than contracts and stocks."

Lux’s voice was quiet. "Where’d this start?"

She hesitated.

Then answered, "Lord Lucaris."

That made the room go still.

Corvus stopped preening.

Lux’s expression didn’t change, but his aura shifted. Heavy. Low. Like gravity bending around him.

"He told you?" Lux asked slowly.

"Yes. My father heard whispers in the Vault Rings. You’ve attracted attention. The kind of attention that doesn’t send cease and desists." Her eyes locked onto his. "They’ll come for you. Your family."

Lux stayed silent.

Sira’s voice softened. "Lux. You need to prepare."

He finally exhaled, pushing off the couch. "I’ve always been prepared."

She gave him a pointed look. "Not like this."

Lux paced, barefoot across the cool marble floor, the buzz of Beberly Hills quiet beyond the window. The mortal realm was so loud, so artificial. But here, his mansion was quiet. Expensive. Designed. A shell of order. But inside him?

Greed was clawing awake.

Lux turned back to Sira.

"Do you have names?"

She hesitated again. "Not yet. But they’re old bloodlines. Some think you’re disrupting the Balance."

"Zoltarin was the one disrupting the Balance."

"Doesn’t matter," she said flatly. "You killed him. You changed something. You moved something. You took out something."

Lux exhaled slowly. His fingers tapped once on the countertop.

Corvus said quietly, "Should I scrub the mortal feeds?"

"No," Lux said.

He looked at Sira again. "What about the High Circles?"

"They’re watching. But silent. Lucaris says some may offer support. But Kaelmor doesn’t say a thing yet."

"Out of fear."

She didn’t deny it.

Lux ran a hand through his hair and turned toward the kitchen. Grabbed a bottle of infernal extract juice, cracked it open, drank.