Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire is on Vacation-Chapter 753: I Will Always be Your Bride

Chapter 753 – I Will Always be Your Bride

"He left already?" Azithra said, putting the tray filled with snacks and two cups of tea on the stone table.

The portal was gone.

The air where Lux had stood felt... normal again.

Eros didn’t answer immediately.

He was still looking at the space where his cousin had disappeared, as if expecting the fabric of reality to twitch again and spit him back out with another dry comment and a worse problem.

"He is always in a hurry," Eros muttered finally.

Azithra sat down across from him, folding her legs gracefully beneath her dress. The porcelain clinked softly as she adjusted the cup closer to him.

"Time is money for him," Eros continued, voice low. "He rarely wastes time."

His fingers tapped once against the stone table, then stilled.

"The fact he came here and... lingered... already shocking enough."

Azithra watched him carefully.

There was no teasing in her eyes now.

No playful bride energy.

Just quiet understanding.

Eros reached for the tea.

The steam curled upward, warm against his face. He inhaled slowly before taking a sip.

Sweet.

Floral.

Comforting.

His jaw tightened anyway.

"I never thought they would try to kill him," he said.

It came out softer than he intended.

There was something raw in it.

Something he didn’t want to name.

Azithra leaned slightly forward.

"Is he going to be okay?"

Eros didn’t look at her at first.

He stared at the surface of the tea instead.

The reflection shimmered faintly.

"I don’t know," he admitted.

That was rare.

He hated not knowing.

Hated it more than he hated losing.

"But I know he is planning something," he added. A faint, almost proud smile touched his lips. "He always is."

Azithra reached across the table and placed her hand over his.

Warm.

Steady.

Grounding.

"And you?" she asked softly.

Eros finally looked at her.

There was sunlight in her hair. Calm in her eyes.

And suddenly the garden felt too peaceful for the conversation they were having.

"I also need to do the same," he said.

His thumb brushed lightly over her knuckles without thinking.

"To save the Lust House."

The words tasted heavier than he expected.

Azithra squeezed his hand gently.

"Eros..."

He inhaled slowly.

There was a tension sitting in his chest that hadn’t been there before Lux arrived.

Before this, life had been simple.

Pleasure.

Politics at a comfortable distance.

Now the distance felt like a lie.

He looked at her more seriously.

"Azithra..."

She waited.

"If someday..." he began, then paused.

He wasn’t used to speaking like this.

Wasn’t used to admitting what sat under the surface.

"If someday I need to leave and claim my status as Crown Prince of Lust again..."

The words lingered in the air between them.

Azithra didn’t flinch.

She smiled softly instead.

"Then go," she said.

No hesitation.

No fear in her tone.

"Do what you should do, Eros."

He searched her face carefully.

"You don’t get mad?"

She shook her head gently.

"No."

Her fingers tightened slightly around his.

"You are my love. But you are also the Crown Prince of Lust."

She tilted her head slightly, expression tender but firm.

"I always knew one day your responsibility would come to you."

There was no drama in her voice.

Just quiet acceptance.

"And I should be ready."

Eros felt something tighten in his throat.

He wasn’t good with sentiment.

Wasn’t good with this kind of softness.

"But no matter what," she continued, leaning closer now, "I am yours, Eros."

Her voice dropped slightly.

"I will always be your bride."

The garden breeze shifted.

Leaves rustled faintly.

Eros swallowed.

"I know," he said quietly.

And he did.

He leaned forward and kissed her.

Not heated.

Not wild.

Just soft.

Intentional.

A promise without spectacle.

When he pulled back, he rested his forehead lightly against hers for a moment.

Just breathing.

Just being.

Then he leaned back in his chair and exhaled slowly.

"Now," he muttered, running a hand through his hair, "the problem is..."

His playful tone returned slightly, but it didn’t reach his eyes fully.

"What should I do to strengthen Lust House without alarming the King?"

Azithra tilted her head. "You cannot gather an army."

"No," he agreed. "That would scream betrayal."

"You cannot openly shift alliances either."

"No." He stared at the horizon thoughtfully. "If I move too loudly, he will notice."

Azithra traced a slow circle on the back of his hand with her thumb. "Then do what Lux does."

Eros raised a brow. "Overwork myself until the King feels threatened?"

She laughed softly. "No." She leaned back slightly. "Build something valuable."

Eros went still.

The words landed deeper than she probably realized.

"Valuable," he repeated slowly.

"Yes."

"If Lust House becomes too economically, magically, or politically essential to remove..."

She didn’t finish the sentence.

She didn’t need to.

Eros’ lips curved faintly.

"That’s very demonic of you."

She shrugged lightly. "I spend time with you. It rubs off."

He chuckled quietly.

Then his expression sharpened slightly.

"Influence," he murmured to himself.

"Pleasure industries across realms."

Azithra watched the gears turning in his mind.

He wasn’t just an incubus.

He wasn’t just charm and indulgence.

He was a prince.

"And if Lust House becomes... indispensable..." he continued slowly, "then removing me becomes costly."

Azithra smiled. "Exactly."

He leaned back, staring up at the sky.

Lux’s words echoed faintly in his head.

Leverage. Not noise.

Eros exhaled slowly.

"He’s insane," he muttered.

Azithra smiled knowingly.

"But he’s right."

Eros didn’t answer.

He didn’t need to.

There was a flicker of worry still inside him.

A quiet, unspoken fear.

Lux had smiled too easily.

Too casually.

And Eros knew him well enough to know that when Lux smiled like that, something heavier sat underneath.

"He didn’t look scared," Azithra said softly.

Eros’ jaw tightened faintly. "He was."

She looked at him in surprise. "You saw it?"

Eros nodded once. "Only for a second."

A brief memory flashed in his mind. Lux’s eyes hardening when he mentioned the King.

Not fear of death.

Something else.

"I think he’s afraid of losing control," Eros said quietly.

Azithra listened.

"He doesn’t fear dying," Eros added. "He fears being erased."

Silence stretched between them.

The garden felt smaller now.

More fragile.

Eros finished his tea in one slow sip.

Then he stood up.

Azithra rose with him.

"What will you do first?" she asked.

Eros looked down at her, expression steadier now. "I’ll start small."

He brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "Subtle adjustments. Quiet expansions. Strategic indulgence."

She smiled faintly. "That sounds dangerous."

"It is."

He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead.

For a moment, he let himself simply hold her.

Then he straightened.

The playful prince was still there.

But something else stood beneath it now.

Intent.

Preparation.

Responsibility.

Azithra smiled.

"Are you competing?"

Eros’ grin sharpened just slightly.

"I am in the competition now."