Interstellar Beast World: All My Husbands Are Powerful and Rich!-Chapter 116: Don’t drive me away

"Prince Vincent...?"

Nix stared at him in disbelief, shock written all over his face.

"You—"

"It’s me."

Vincent spoke calmly. His voice was low, edged with a cool, magnetic clarity—each syllable firm, decisive, and impossible to argue with. He didn’t need to raise his voice; the sheer weight of his presence pressed down naturally, commanding attention the moment he spoke.

He looked at Nix wth clear gaze. "So," Vincent asked mildly, "have you enjoyed playing with me these past few days?"

Nix was speechless.

Who was playing with him? That was taking care of him, all right?

Before Nix could defend himself, Vincent continued.

"My apologies. That was poorly worded. Nix, you took very good care of me during that time. You have my sincere thanks."

Hearing those words didn’t make Nix feel relieved in the slightest. Instead, his scalp prickled with unease.

He eyed Vincent warily.

This was the Second Prince—someone who had grown up on the battlefield, ruthless and decisive, known for swift and merciless action. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Anyone who offended him had never ended well.

"Your Highness," Nix said carefully, "we’re both beasts bonded to the Female Master now. You can’t just attack me."

Without a mech, he stood absolutely no chance against Vincent.

The prince flicked him an indifferent glance, his expression unchanged. "Why are you so tense? I said I was thanking you. I never said I was settling accounts."

Nix remembered all too clearly that when they’d first met, he’d treated Vincent like an actual bird.

He’d even tied him up.

There was no way this man was simply feeling grateful. Letting him off alive already felt like mercy.

"I don’t need thanks," Nix said quickly. "We’re all bound to the Female Master now. That makes us family. Just... please take good care of me in the future, Your Highness."

"Of course," Vincent replied with a solemn nod. "I’ll take very good care of you."

After all... One hundred thousand warships. One million mechs. Wasn’t that excellent support for Nix’s business ventures?

Vincent didn’t spare Nix another glance. He turned and walked toward the third floor.

Only once he disappeared did Nix finally let out a long breath.

He immediately opened his light-brain and sent Jasper a message.

Nix: Jasper, huge news—do you know who Burnt Dumpling really is?

The two Tier-Ten freaks from the Purple Obsidian Serpent Clan were already dead.

Jasper was in the middle of inventorying their assets, selecting the best pieces to bring back for Rory and leaving the rest for his elder brother.

Seeing the message, Jasper calmly tapped a reply.

Jasper: I know.

Nix: You know?! You actually knew?!

And he hadn’t told him—or the Female Master?!

Jasper: I found out last time, when the Alliance incident happened. Didn’t I tell you?

Nix: When did you tell me?!

Jasper: Sorry. I was busy. I forgot.

Nix: ...

Something this big—and he forgot?

***

Upstairs.

Yuel had just finished showing Rory her room. He gently set her down on the bed and picked up the nightwear he had prepared for her.

"Rory," he said softly, "you’ve been busy all day. You must be exhausted. Shall I help you bathe?"

Rory stared at the pitiful scraps of fabric in his hands. Her mouth twitched.

This man was even worse than Jasper. At least the sleepwear Jasper prepared—though a little too sexy—was still wearable. What in the world was this?

"No," Rory refused decisively. "I’m cultivating tonight. I’ll bathe after I’m done."

Hearing that she planned to cultivate, Yuel felt a pang of regret.

He’d been hoping to see her wear those outfits.

Looks like tonight isn’t the night.

Just then—

Knock, knock, knock.

The bedroom door was rapped on lightly.

Vincent’s voice came from outside.

"My lady... may I come in?"

Before she even saw him, Rory’s face flushed at the sound of his voice.

Hadn’t they agreed he wouldn’t call her that?

Yuel glanced at her reddened cheeks and seemed to understand something.

So that’s what she likes.

He rose to his feet, smiling warmly.

"Rory, Vincent has only just recovered. He probably has something important to discuss with you. I’ll head back to my room to sort things out. I won’t disturb you."

Rory did want to know why Vincent had come. She nodded.

"You should rest early too. I’ll feed you blood tomorrow."

Yuel sighed helplessly. On matters like this, Rory never listened to him. Whether as a bonded partner or a companion, all he could do was follow her lead.

"All right," he agreed gently.

He walked over and opened the door for Vincent, murmuring in a low voice as he passed him, "Didn’t expect you to be so... playful, Your Highness."

Playful?

Vincent frowned slightly as Yuel walked away.

Playful about what?

Inside the room, Rory had just taken out the beast cores she needed for cultivation when Vincent stepped inside.

He looked at her, fists clenched tightly at his sides.

"Fe—Female Master... I..." He started reluctantly. How was he supposed to explain everything?

Rory turned to face him. This time, Vincent stood clearly before her.

Sharp brows like they’d been carved with a blade. Eyes slightly lifted at the corners, carrying a lazy allure—yet when his gaze settled, it shone like cold stars, piercing enough to make one look away instinctively.

Broad shoulders, a narrow waist, his perfectly tailored clothes emphasizing every line. There was no deliberate display, yet he radiated a refined elegance, as if moonlight flowed over polished jade—every inch shaped by time, restrained and distant.

Dangerous, dazzling, and breathtaking all at once.

So striking that it almost hurt to look.

Rory felt, for a fleeting moment, an unexpected sense of inferiority. She nearly wanted to enshrine him. To worship him.

"Female Master?" Seeing her stare in silence, Vincent grew even more nervous.

Was she angry?

That single title snapped Rory back to reality.

What nonsense—worship? No matter how handsome or powerful he was, he was still her bonded partner.

He was hers.

Hers.

"Ahem." She cleared her throat to hide her embarrassment. "Didn’t we agree you’d call me by my name? Why are you calling me Female Master again?"

Vincent’s eyes lit up instantly. "You’re still willing to let me call you Rory? I thought you were angry... angry that I hid the fact that I was Burnt Dumpling, and that you didn’t want to hear me call your name anymore."

Rory hadn’t been angry at all. But since he brought it up... Maybe she should be, just a little. Men needed to be kept in check.

Her expression turned serious. "I am rather upset, actually. Why did you hide it from me? Even Yuel didn’t hide anything from me—and he literally turned into a stick."

Vincent wasn’t as shameless as Yuel. That man would do anything short of crossing a true bottom line.

Vincent looked at her anxiously. "I was afraid you’d despise me. My appearance... it was too ugly."

"Do you really think I’m that shallow?" Rory walked up to him and looked up into his eyes. "If I’d cared about looks, I wouldn’t have brought you back with me at all."

"I’m sorry, Rory. I was wrong." Vincent apologized sincerely. "Please don’t drive me away. Let me stay by your side. I swear to the Beast God—I will never hide anything from you again."

That was the attitude Rory wanted. She smiled and reached up to touch his cheek.

"You’re a bonded partner chosen for me by the Beast God himself. Unless you want to dissolve the bond, I would never send you away. You didn’t do anything unforgivable."