Love at First Night: The Billionaire's First Love-Chapter 53: Segreed Archeval

>THIRD PERSON POV

The mansion’s iron gates slid open with a low hum. A black limousine rolled inside first, followed by a line of identical black cars that looked like they came straight out of a high-budget movie.

The driveway stretched far ahead, clean enough to reflect the lights. Lawns on both sides were trimmed to perfection, not a single blade of grass sticking out. Tall lamps stood evenly spaced, lighting the path at night that leads to the massive home.

The mansion itself dominated everything—grand, bright, and something impossible to overlook.

Wide marble steps led to tall glass doors, and windows so clean they looked almost invisible from a distance. The giant fountain in front sprayed water upward, the droplets sparkling under the sunlight as the splash echoed gently across the courtyard.

As the first car slowed to a full stop, the front doors of the mansion opened at once.

Dozens of men in black suits stepped out, forming two long straight lines on each side of the driveway. Their movements were sharp, precise, and practiced, like they had rehearsed this greeting every single day.

The limousine’s engine shut off. One of the suited men hurried forward, grabbing the handle and pulling open the back door with both hands.

An old man stepped out.

His silver hair was slicked back neatly. His black suit fit him perfectly, and he held a cane with a dragon engraved at the top. He didn’t have to speak to give off the heavy pressure he carried—just standing there made it clear he was the kind of man whose decisions could change someone’s entire life.

The moment his foot touched the ground, all the men bowed deeply at the exact same time.

"Welcome back, Mr. Chairman!"

The old man didn’t react much. He gave only a single slow nod, calm and steady, as though he had seen this exact scene a thousand times. Then he walked toward the mansion, each step firm and filled with quiet authority. He didn’t look back as he headed straight for his office.

A middle-aged man in a suit and white gloves followed behind him, holding a stack of folders tightly against his chest.

Inside the mansion, the cane clicked rhythmically against the polished floor. When the old man reached his office, he sank into his vintage leather chair, the seat dipping slightly under his weight.

"So, what is my grandson doing that he haven’t even visited me?" he stated, sparing a glance at the man standing beside him.

Plave straightened his posture. "Based on our investigation, it seems the young master decided to move in with his wife and has been working from home for a few days now?"

The chairman’s eyes glinted, a slow smirk pulling at his lips. "Oho! It seems I’ll be expecting another great grandchildren soon." he exclaimed happily.

Plave only nodded, already used to how quickly the old man’s mood could shift when family matters were mentioned. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

Everyone in the underground world knew the truth: the Archeval family built their empire through blood. Their rule over one of the biggest mafia syndicates had lasted for generations. And Segreev Archeval—this very man—was known as the most ruthless of them all.

Plave had witnessed that ruthless side more times than he could count. So seeing the old man soften at the mere mention of great-grandchildren... well, it had become one of his private amusements.

"Ahem." Segreev’s face shifted back into seriousness. "The folder in your hand. That means you already have the results, yes?"

There was one rule in their family that never changed: There is no room for deceit.

Plave stepped forward, handing over the folder with a slight bow. "I already sent a copy to Mr. Chesten based on his request. He should’ve seen the results by now," he stated.

Segreev wasn’t a fool. He wasn’t the kind of man who would believe a random woman who suddenly barged into his grandson’s most awaited wedding while holding some child and claiming it was his. His eyes had seen far too many lies throughout the years to fall for something so messy and dramatic.

Though... he had made that impulsive decision of marrying them on the spot the moment she mentioned the words "great grandson." Even he knew it was reckless, but he acted before he could talk himself out of it.

"Then, what should we do if the results wasn’t as we predicted?" Plave asked carefully, curiosity slipping into his tone. He clasped his hands behind his back, the question hanging in the air. They even had the younger grandson, Vale, collect a DNA sample personally just to make sure the test couldn’t be tampered with.

Because everyone in the family knew the young master’s distaste for women far too well. It was practically common knowledge.

The old man turned his gaze toward Plave. It was a cold look—sharp and heavy—the kind of look that clearly said the question wasn’t worth answering. His expression didn’t twitch, but the air suddenly felt colder.

Plave, who had served the chairman for half of his life, understood immediately. He lowered his head a little.

"Understood. We’ll take care of her," he replied firmly before taking a step back, ready to carry out whatever decision came next.

Segreev cleared his throat before accepting the document. The seal tore cleanly under his fingers. The paper glided smoothly as he pulled it out.

’Asher Eve, 99.9999% match’

The old man stared. He didn’t blink he just sat there, his entire body went still.

"Hey, come here," he ordered quietly.

Plave, who had been preparing to call the dispatch team, stopped mid-turn. He let out a small sigh before stepping closer. His eyes landed on the paper.

"Oh my." The words slipped out before he could stop them, his mouth hanging open.

"Hehehehehe..." an ominous giggle escaped the old man, his shoulders shaking with barely contained joy.

"BWAHAHAHAHA!" he burst out laughing, the sound echoing off the walls. "Would you look at that! I finally have it! A great grandson! And from my oldest grandson at that!" His eyes almost watered from how hard he laughed.

After losing his son and watching his daughter remarry, Segreev’s greatest joy became his grandsons. But as they grew older, they grew distant. And none of them seemed interested in marriage—or children.

So this moment felt like a dream come true to him.

"Let’s see what kind of woman she is to bend my son’s will like that," he murmured, scanning the remaining documents in the folder.

A few seconds passed. The old man’s giggle slowly faded into silence.

"Plave, prepare to partake. We will be heading to their place right this instant." His voice was suddenly cold and firm.

"Yes, Mr. Chairman," Plave responded immediately.

"A daughter of a maid without a father, and that’s not it—she also grew up with the Morrow? She dare deceived the same family that took her in?" he muttered, the anger in his tone rising with each word.

He stood up, leaning onto his cane, the tip hitting the floor with a sharp thud. "I need to find out what kind of woman she is, myself."

Just then, the door burst open. Vale Chesten came rushing in, his chest rising and falling from running.

"You came at the right moment," the chairman said without missing a beat. "I’m about to pay your brother a visit."