Villain of Fate: The Tyrant System-Chapter 51: Cracks in the Script

Cracks in the Script

"Next time there’s a good money-making opportunity, I’ll call you, okay?"

Then, through the phone—

"Mua~"

The sound of a kiss brushed against his ear.

Somewhere beneath the house, Julian D’Aurelius lingered by a car, phone frozen against his face even though no one answered anymore. A low electric buzz came from above, where thin light flickered without warmth. On the front of a dark blue vehicle, his shape appeared - hair loose across his forehead, gaze more intense than normal. Silence sat heavier than before.

A single thump pushed through his chest. Sharp. Sudden.

So the plot didn’t collapse by accident.

It was Bianca De Dominicis.

She had flipped the board.

Is the plot really falling apart again?

"Damn it, the difficulty of laying low just increased again."

Julian felt like spitting blood.

Why is it so hard for me to quietly earn some rewards?

"Hey, why aren’t you talking?"

Bianca’s voice floated through the phone again, sweet, amused, almost lazy—like she was lounging in her office chair, one long leg crossed over the other, red hair spilling down her shoulders, red eyes gleaming with private mischief.

"Nothing," Julian replied smoothly. "I’m just so happy I can’t speak."

His tone was steady.

His fingers were not.

They tightened unconsciously around the phone.

"Really?" she drawled. "Then I’ll look for you next time I need to make money."

"Thank you."

A flick of his hand brushed off a pretend drop that wasn’t there.

"Don’t cry too much," she teased softly. "I don’t comfort men for free."

He hung up.

When the call stopped, quiet closed in around him.

Heavy summer heat pressed down on Valemont from above. Beneath him, the garage floor sent up a slow chill through his footwear. His collar clung to his neck, soaked. Even so, his fingers and toes stayed unnaturally cold.

For a fleeting second—

He saw it.

Hell.

And hell was empty.

The Obsidian King, Evan... the protagonist of this world... walking the earth.

Walking toward him.

With killing intent.

Julian blinked hard.

The vision dissolved.

But the pressure remained, pressing against his ribs like an invisible palm.

He exhaled slowly.

In short!

This world is full of oppression for those who want to lie low.

When will they finally be able to stand tall?

He laughed softly to himself.

"Maybe when the protagonist retires."

...

Valemont.

Aurevale Household.

Once, the Aurevale name had carried weight equal to the D’Aurelius Household. Their estates had shimmered beneath chandeliers and silk banners. Their business influence had stretched across industries.

But times had changed.

Now, the Aurevale Household stood on uncertain ground, surviving more by the brilliance of one woman than by the strength of the patriarch.

Selene Aurevale.

After a long day at the Aurevale Group headquarters, she drove home—not in her usual BMW, but in a sleek matte-silver Mercedes coupe. She had switched cars deliberately. Too many eyes watched her movements these days.

Inside the quiet cabin, her fingers tightened around the steering wheel.

Last night.

Her cheeks warmed at the memory.

She could still feel it.

The faint scent of Julian’s cologne. The way he had looked startled when she stepped closer than usual. The sudden, reckless impulse that had surged through her chest—

And how she had leaned in and kissed him.

Forcefully.

Not timid. Not asking permission.

Her soft lips had pressed against his in a bold claim, fingers gripping his collar.

And then she had pulled back first.

Her face had burned red afterward.

Idiot... she thought, staring at the road.

She remembered breakfast at Julian’s home too. The quiet tension. The way he had avoided her eyes.

She had tried to be calm. Composed.

But inside—

That idiot. I’m being nice to him and he acts like a jerk.

Her grip tightened slightly.

And everything... all of this chaos... was because of one person.

Evan.

The Obsidian King.

Her eyes darkened.

The Mercedes rolled into the Aurevale estate gates.

Before she even turned off the engine, she saw him.

Evan stood near the entrance like a self-appointed guardian. Black hair, black eyes, posture relaxed but radiating confidence. He wore a simple shirt and trousers, yet somehow carried himself like a crowned emperor.

He stepped forward as she opened the door.

"Selene, long time no see."

His smile was smooth.

Her brows drew together.

"What are you doing here?"

Her tone was cool. Controlled.

He found that adorable.

She’s pretending again.

Inside, Evan felt a strange sweetness.

She’s keeping distance to protect me from the D’Aurelius Household.

Silly girl.

"I missed you," he said gently. "So I came to see you."

"Don’t talk like that." Selene stepped out of the car fully. The evening light caught the curve of her figure—long black hair flowing down her back, blue eyes sharp and distant. Her white blouse hugged her C-cup breasts naturally without vulgarity, her narrow waist accentuated by a fitted skirt that traced the fullness of her hips and the strength of her thick thighs. She carried herself with quiet elegance.

"We’re not close," she said firmly. "Please be more respectful."

She moved to walk past him.

He blocked her path.

His expression shifted, becoming intense.

"Stop pretending, little girl. Eyes don’t lie."

Her jaw tightened.

"You care about me. You’re just afraid I’ll get hurt by the D’Aurelius Household."

She nearly laughed.

Afraid you’ll get hurt?

"But I can tell you," he continued confidently, "the D’Aurelius Household is nothing in front of me."

His voice lowered.

"I’m more powerful than you think. Soon, you’ll know who really calls the shots in Valemont."

Selene’s stomach churned.

Greasy.

That was the word.

Every syllable felt coated in oil.

Her eyes flashed with unmistakable killing intent.

Indeed, eyes don’t lie.

At that moment, several members of the Aurevale Household stepped out from the main building.

Shan Aurevale’s face darkened instantly.

"It’s you again."

His voice trembled with restrained fury.

"After disgracing our Aurevale Household last time, you dare come back today?"

He turned sharply toward the guards.

"Throw this bastard out!"

Two bodyguards moved forward immediately, fists clenched.

Selene stepped slightly aside, watching silently.

Evan did not move.

He stood arrogantly in place.

The guards lunged.

Their fists struck his chest—

Thud.

For a split second, nothing happened.

Then Evan gave a slight shake of his shoulders.

A subtle ripple of force surged outward.

The two guards were pushed back several steps as if struck by an invisible wave. They lost their balance and fell hard onto the stone pavement.

The impact echoed across the courtyard.

Silence followed.

The guards stared at Evan in horror.

What just happened?

They hadn’t even felt resistance.

Just—

Power.

The Aurevale Household members froze.

Selene’s expression did not change, but her pulse quickened.

This man...

Such strength.

Evan lifted his chin slightly, eyes sweeping across them with controlled dominance.

"I don’t want trouble," he said calmly. "I only came to see Selene."

His gaze returned to her.

Soft. Possessive.

"You can’t stop what’s destined."

Selene met his eyes without flinching.

Her voice was colder than the evening breeze.

"There is no destiny between us."

Behind her calm exterior, her thoughts burned.

Julian may be infuriating. Reckless. Shameless.

But at least he doesn’t make my skin crawl.

Evan’s smile tightened slightly.

For the first time—

He sensed resistance that wasn’t scripted.

The courtyard air grew heavier.

The Aurevale members exchanged uneasy glances.

This guy...

Who exactly is he?