My Taboo Harem! - Chapter 551 - 551: Grandson's Payback. Jobless Young Billionaire

Delilah laughed with a soft scoff that made her whole body shake against his side.

“For someone who doesn’t even have a real bank account, you sure have a lot of money you’ve got no use for.”

Phei leaned deeper into the car seat and chuckled, the sound rolling out of him with genuine, wicked amusement at the absolute circus his financial life had become.

“Planned kid, right? And here you are with just three billion in a trust fund while me—the poorest person in Paradise a month ago—is sitting on hundreds of billions.” He tilted his head toward her, eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Karma’s a bitch, right?”

Delilah punched his arm—soft and half-hearted, but it was more of a throw when she wants to hurt him but doesn’t have the heart for it.

“Mean. You’re so mean.”

She slumped against his chest anyway, cheek settling against his shoulder, legs curling up on the seat like she belonged there. “At least pretend to play along. Don’t just outright murder me. Where’s the love? Where’s being on your woman’s side?”

He shrugged, lazy and unrepentant. “Well, the woman was attacking me. I had to defend myself without being offensive.”

She lifted her head and stared at him, eyes wide with pure disbelief.

“Calling me poor wasn’t offensive? Then what the hell does offensive mean to you?”

Phei grinned wider, that said he was enjoying this far too much. “For one, it would be pointing out that I’m now thousands of times richer than every Legacy kid alive. The most insane rags-to-billions story the world has ever seen. Two—” he held up a finger “—it would be pointing out that I own fucking properties now.”

He sat up straighter, voice rising with theatrical delight as he called out to the whole car. “Ladies and gentlemen—” nodding at Melissa driving, Sienna in shotgun, Victoria squeezed in the back with them “—I own fucking properties!”

Delilah rolled her eyes so hard they nearly left her skull.

Sienna chewed whatever she was chewing—gum, jerky, or someone’s last nerve—eyes glued to her phone, not even bothering to look up.

Victoria and Melissa spoke at the exact same time.

“He sure talks big for someone who just inherited everything.”

Melissa added from the driver’s seat, eyes locked on the road, “Should we remind you that you didn’t work for any of those?”

Phei laughed, open and bright, the laugh of a boy who had been eating scraps a month ago and was now technically a property mogul.

“That’s the whole point though, isn’t it? I made billions of money in the womb and the last ten years. And all I had to do to get it was beat the shit out of Harold. Should’ve been rich five years ago if I’d started swinging sooner.”

Sienna finally glanced at him through the rearview mirror.

Scoffed.

“Harold would’ve folded you like a cheap lawn chair five years ago.”

The whole car exploded with laughter.

Sienna went straight back to her phone like she hadn’t just dropped the most devastating line of the evening.

The divorce was done.

The girls had kept their trust funds—single digits, all three of them. It sounded pathetic until you remembered that single digits here meant billions, and most people would commit actual felonies for a fraction of a fraction of that amount.

Victoria had five. Sienna had four. Delilah got three, which she was pretending not to be annoyed about and was absolutely seething over.

Danton, the heir, got more. How much more, nobody said. Nobody wanted to know.

But the girls didn’t care about the money. Their mother was rich enough on her own, and behind their mother stood the Ryujin Tiamat family, which made their individual trust funds look like pocket change left in a jacket you forgot to wash.

It was enough. More than they’d ever spend in years. Decades. Lifetimes, probably, unless Sienna discovered online shopping—in which case, give it six months.

Melissa got the most from the alimony. Fifty billion. The divorce settlement plus the “trauma clause” Rune had added for the twin Harold had killed. Fifty billion dollars for a dead child that no amount of money could bring back, packaged in legal language that made murder sound like a line item.

What made Phei angrier—and he had expected it, had braced for it, had walked into that meeting knowing exactly what kind of man Harold was—was how Harold showed zero remorse at the mention of the twin.

Nothing.

His face didn’t change. His eyes didn’t shift. He sat there while the lawyer said the words “deceased child” and “wrongful death” and “compensatory damages,” and Harold’s expression stayed the same flat, beaten, blood-flecked mask it had been wearing all evening.

Like the twin was a number on a spreadsheet. A loss to be quantified and settled.

Nobody opened that wound today. Not today. Today was paperwork and money and the mechanical dismantling of a marriage that should’ve never happened. The grief lived somewhere else—in Melissa’s hands that gripped the steering wheel too hard, in Victoria’s jaw that locked every time the silence lasted too long.

Later.

Phei, on the other hand, had inherited everything.

Every company Seiryū had founded. Every property Harold had absorbed into the Maxton portfolio as though it had always been his. Every share, every asset, every brick of every building that existed because Phei’s father had put Ryujin Tiamat money into the ground and watched it grow—all of it, ripped from Maxton hands and returned to the son it belonged to.

Which meant whatever Maxtons had bought with money from the companies Phei’s father had founded now belonged to the child they’d failed to kill in that accident!

A detail Phei didn’t know—that he’d been a target too!

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Rune Natsuki was that surgical. She walked in with paperwork and walked out with an empire. The woman terrified him and attracted him in equal measure, which was becoming a concerning pattern in his life that he should probably address at some point but definitely wouldn’t.

And as it turned out, Phei was now worth hundreds of billions.

Unfortunately—

“Don’t forget that money isn’t yours until you’re eighteen!”

That was Victoria breaking the camel’s back with a smile.

Phei deflated instantly.

He sighed so deep his lungs touched his spine.

Being rich and not rich at the same time.

Having hundreds of billions with his name on it and not being able to touch a single coin because some clause, some rule, some legal framework designed by adults who didn’t trust teenagers with money—which, fair enough honestly, he would absolutely blow a billion on stupid shit if given the chance—kept it all locked away until his birthday.

Does Chaos really have to be this dramatic about everything? he wondered. Was the bureaucracy necessary? Couldn’t the woman who had a harem of twenty-something women and enough power to flatten continents just… let her grandson have his money? Was that too much to ask?

You know what? Fine… I’ll just pay her back.

That beautiful, terrifying, woman from the meeting—Rune Natsuki, newest member of Chaos’s collection, the one who’d made Harold cough blood and the grandfather bow and Phei’s brain leave his body for a solid two minutes of fantasy—they were going to meet her after this, weren’t they?

He’d use the opportunity.

The old woman doesn’t deserve someone that beautiful anyway. Phei’s grandmother was many things—powerful, legendary, feared across continents—but she was also the woman who’d left her grandson in a house of abusers for ten years and was now making him wait until eighteen to access his own inheritance.

So yeah… I am going to cuck her.

Take the newest woman from the collection. Make Rune moan my name instead of hers. The ultimate payback from the student who had learned everything from the master and was about to prove the education had been too good.

Eira’s laughter was already building.

He grinned.

This was going to be fun.