Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1955: Home and Turtleneck
Chapter 1955: Home and Turtleneck
Villain Ch 1955. Home and Turtleneck
The gates of the Goldborne estate opened without a sound. The automatic system scanned his car and authorized it before the driver even had to tap a button. Smooth, discreet, expensive—just like everything else about the mansion he hadn’t missed.
The drive curved up to the circular entrance. Security lights blinked green. Garden torches flickered in perfectly timed sync. The front door opened automatically when he stepped out, his suitcase wheels clicking against the polished stone like clockwork.
Inside, the marble floors were spotless. Too spotless. The air was faintly perfumed with lemon verbena and something warmer—vanilla cedar, maybe. Clean and distant. Like a hotel lobby pretending to be a home.
He didn’t wait for anyone. No servants. No butler since he didn’t inform Kai. Just rolled his suitcase in with one hand and closed the door behind him with the other. His shoes were off in seconds. Laundry sorted. Backpack unzipped. Devices on the charging pad. He moved with precision—tossing the worn clothes into the hamper, separating darks and whites even though the housekeeper would redo it later anyway. That wasn’t the point.
If he could do it alone, he would.
Once the suitcase was empty, he shoved it into the storage space beside his closet. Everything felt too quiet. After days surrounded by Shea’s jokes, Zoe’s snark, Bella’s flirting, Larissa’s icy elegance, Jane’s evil laughter, Alice’s chaos, Vivian’s swagger, and Azura’s bashful blushes… this silence felt sharp.
He stepped into the bathroom, flipped on the rainfall shower, and stripped without glancing at the mirror. His body was a battlefield.
He didn’t count how many love bites, scratch marks, or lipstick traces were left behind. There was no point. His thighs were bruised. His chest still tingled in a few places. Some of the marks were from claws. Some from teeth. A lot from lips. A few… were his own fault, provoked on purpose.
Yeah, he’d need to skip his usual gym tank tops for a while. Even swimming was off the table unless he wanted rumors starting up.
The water hit his skin like a wake-up slap.
He closed his eyes and let the steam wrap around him. It wasn’t just a shower—it was an exorcism. All the chaos, the tension, the softness and hardness of that trip—he let it drip down the drain with each rinse. His muscles unwound a little. Not much. But enough.
When he stepped out, he didn’t bother with a fresh suit or anything high class. Just black pants. Clean shoes. And a damn turtle neck. Yeah, he looked like a model from a brooding perfume ad. Or like he’d joined a jazz club that only served espresso and emotional trauma.
He knew it looked dramatic. But it covered his neck. And right now? That was the only thing that mattered.
The hallway toward the dining room stretched long and silent. The chandelier above glowed faintly gold. The scent of food hadn’t reached here yet.
The dining room itself was lit, though. One chair was already occupied.
Emma.
His little sister. Feet tucked under her. Tea in her hand. Phone in the other.
She looked up the second he entered.
“You’re early,” Allen said casually, walking past her to grab a glass of water.
“Welcome back, big bro.” Her tone was sweet. Too sweet. She blinked once. Then twice. Then her lips curved into a smirk.
Allen sipped his water, calm. “What.”
“Oh nothing,” she said, drawing out the words. “Just… noticing something.”
He sat down across from her. “Emma.”
She tilted her head, eyes glinting. “That turtleneck’s new.”
“I have turtlenecks.”
“Not ones you wear at dinner.”
Allen didn’t answer.
She sipped her tea, pretending to be innocent. “So… How’s the vacation?”
He gave her a warning look. “Emma.”
She smiled wide. “I mean, come on! You go off-grid with your harem—”
He deadpanned.
“You go off-grid with your girlfriends,” she corrected, adding dramatic finger quotes, “and come back looking like someone drained the blood out of you and then kissed you better. Like… what happened, Allen?”
Allen leaned back. “Nothing that concerns you.”
Emma gasped. “Oh, you really did have another orgy.”
He set his glass down harder than intended. “Emma. You’re underage.”
“And yet emotionally I’m carrying this entire conversation.” She crossed her arms. “You look like a man who saw god. Or became god. Either way. I’m dying to know what Larissa did to you. I bet she’s the dark horse.”
“Go do your homework.”
“Zoe’s a screamer, huh? Or was it Jane this time?”
“Emma.”
“You didn’t even deny it!”
He sighed, dragging a hand down his face. “You know, there’s a reason I don’t tell you anything.”
She leaned in, eyes wide. “You love it. You want me to ask. You need an audience for your dramatic villain arc.”
He chuckled low. “If I had an arc, I’d be the final boss.”
She raised her tea. “To my favorite evil protagonist.”
Allen took another drink, finally relaxing. “Anyway… it was fine. Villa was nice. Had some drama.”
Emma blinked. “Wait, actual drama?”
“Yeah.”
She sat up straighter. “Tell me more.”
“No.”
“You suck.”
He shrugged. “Memory’s enough.”
Emma studied him quietly for a second. Then her teasing faded just a bit. “So… you okay?”
Allen paused.
He didn’t expect that.
“Yeah.”
“You sure? You kinda look… tired. Not like ’weird sex tired’ but like…” she squinted. “Emotional tired.”
Allen tilted his head. “That obvious?”
She smiled gently. “To me, yeah.”
He didn’t say anything.
She reached across the table and poked his arm. “I know we tease and all, but I missed you, you know.”
“I missed you too.”
They both laughed.
“Dad not here yet?”
“Probably still on a call. You know Dad.”
Allen glanced at the empty seat at the head of the table. “Yeah.”
Emma watched him. “You planning to tell him anything?”
Allen leaned back, fingers steepled. “Maybe.”
“That’s a no.”
“It’s a maybe.”
“You’ll tell me first though, right?”
He smirked. “Always.”
Emma’s smile brightened. “Good. Because I want all the gossip before it becomes front-page drama again.”
He shook his head, eyes soft despite himself. “You’re impossible.”
“I learned from the best.”
