Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire is on Vacation

Chapter 304 – Joke’s on Them

Celestaria folded her hands. ”They found something, Lux.”

Solara leaned forward. ”Two of the archiving angels cross-referenced the gate logs. Someone manipulated the teleport runes.”

”You were targeted. You weren’t meant to leave Aurealis intact,” Selena said.

Lux scoffed lightly. ”Yeah, well. Joke’s on them.”

He stood and stretched slightly, then walked slowly across the room toward Celestaria’s desk. The movement gave him space—and gave the goddesses time to glance at each other.

And yeah, they both definitely glanced.

Solara bit her lip, then straightened her shoulders, glaring at the bookshelves.

Selena followed him with her gaze, unreadable as always—but her hands were folded in her lap too tightly.

”I guess since both of you are here. I will repeat again what I just said.” Lux turned and spoke evenly. ”I was attacked. Three bounty-class angels. Off-record. One had ties to rogue enforcement under Faction Seven,” he repeated.

Solara’s eyes widened. ”Wait—Faction Seven?”

”Mm,” Lux hummed. ”The reformation radicals. Secret HR with blades.”

Selena inhaled softly. ”They haven’t operated openly in decades.”

Lux shrugged. ”Well. They’re back. Or they never left. Either way, two of them are dead. Third was supposed to deliver a message. He didn’t make it. They killed him. Probably traced the infernal tag I placed. Still. The message was loud.”

”What message?” Solara asked carefully.

Lux smiled, slow and cruel. ”That I know I’m being hunted. That I’m not playing nice anymore. That they can try their petty little hits, but I don’t die easily.”

The room fell quiet.

His voice was calm now. Measured. But the sharpness underneath made the room feel colder.

”I filed two names in my report,” he said. ”Two suspects who were in Aurealis during the ambush.”

”Who?” Solara asked.

”Seraphim Kaelis,” he began. ”And Seraph Aelius.”

Selena’s lips parted.

Solara looked like someone just dropped hot coffee on a diplomatic scroll. ”Aelius?”

Lux nodded slowly.

”But that’s—” Solara started.

”High treason?” Lux finished. ”Yeah. Guess they’re overachievers.”

”And Kaelis?” Selena asked.

Lux exhaled. ”Kaelis may just be playing clean-up. Or maybe he was a distraction. Either way, he was present, silent, and let it happen.”

He looked between them. ”Sound familiar?”

Selena looked down. Her silence was louder than protest.

Celestaria stood now, voice calm but steel-edged. ”I verified Lux’s traces. Not all of it is admissible in Celestial Court...”

”Which is why,” Lux said, pacing again, ”I needed to be here. Because I’m not just dealing with Heaven’s silent knives.”

”Also.” He turned, hands behind his back, suit still pristine, tone now flat.

”I just streamed the near-death of a Pride Lord.”

Solara blinked. ”What?”

Selena’s eyes widened. ”You what?”

”I didn’t personally stream it,” Lux added dryly. ”They did.”

Celestaria’s eyes narrowed. ”Which Pride Lord?”

”Lord Vyrak.”

Dead silence.

Solara sat straighter. ”But—he’s a High Lord.”

”Was,” Lux corrected.

”Was?”

He smiled. ”I didn’t kill him. I just made him bleed.”

Then he added, soft but clear, ”Sira landed the final blow.”

Selena’s eyes flickered. ”Sira...”

Solara frowned. ”The—”

”— daughter of pride,” Lux said smoothly. ”Yup, her. She finished him off.”

”So legally—” Celestaria began.

”I’m not guilty.” Lux shrugged. ”Technically.”

”Technically,” Celestaria echoed.

Lux turned, walking back to his seat, and dropped himself between the two goddesses again. Then he took another sip of milk and said—

Just fact.

Selena looked at him, something tight in her expression.

Solara shifted slightly closer. Her fingers brushed his sleeve and stayed there, just barely.

Celestaria crossed her arms, trying not to stare at him when he leaned forward again, elbows on his knees.

”I’m walking a line,” Lux said. ”And both sides are sharpening knives. Because they know what happens if I decide to stop dancing around it.”

The room was still.

Then Celestaria said quietly, ”And are you?”

Lux looked at her.

And for a moment—just a flicker—he didn’t look like the Incubus CFO. Or the Greed Prince. Or the smug devil in a white suit.

”So now... both realms want me dead.”

He let that hang in the air.

No sarcasm. No flirt.

Just fact.

The silence was thick enough to choke on.

Selena’s eyes lingered on him longer than usual, her moonlit calm stretched thin.

Solara’s jaw tightened, a nervous fire burning under the surface.

Celestaria’s composure didn’t crack, but Lux could feel it—the faint ripple in her aura, like a heartbeat she refused to let quicken.

Selena finally broke it. Her voice soft but cutting. ”And yet... you look relaxed.”

Lux exhaled through his nose. A humorless sound. He leaned back, resting his hands on his thighs, the white suit crisp under the celestial glow. ”I’m not calm,” he said. ”I just don’t like making everything worse. That’s all.”

He paused, fingers tapping once against his knee. Then he added, almost casually, ”But don’t worry. Sira will help me from now on. She’s my partner now.”

The effect was immediate.

Both Selena and Solara stood at the same time. Not planned. Just instinct.

Selena’s voice trembled with disbelief. ”You... slept with Sira?”

Lux’s blue eyes slid to her. And he nodded. Once. Calm. Simple.

Solara’s words rushed out, fiery and sharp. ”But Sira is the daughter of Pride. She will—”

”—make you her toy,” Celestaria finished, her tone sharper than either of them. Her gaze finally broke its restraint, cutting straight into him. ”You know her, Lux. That’s what she does.”

Lux didn’t blink. He leaned forward slightly, elbows on his knees, voice steady. ”Yes. I know. I thought the same.”

They waited. Breathless.

He continued, letting each word land slow and heavy. ”But she agreed to make a contract with me.”

The reaction was almost comical.

”Contract?!”

All three of them, in unison.

Their voices overlapped, then tangled in disbelief. The word echoed through the chamber like a curse.

Their eyes—three pairs, different shades of divine—locked on him with the same disbelief. Shock. Even... hurt.

Lux raised his hands, palms open, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth despite himself. ”Yes. Contract. Stop glaring at me like I just spat on the sun and moon, alright? You guys should chill out.”

He leaned back again, his smirk refusing to fade. ”She isn’t that bad.”

But none of them answered.

Not Celestaria. Not Selena. Not Solara.

They just looked at each other.

Exchanged glances.

Shared that silent language that only women with too much power and too much investment in one devil could ever share.