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Chapter 142
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Jojoo763
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Vasudeva is invited to a socialite party, the guru shows his skills
THE GENEVA GAMBIT
The chandeliers of Clemente’s Swiss mansion glittered like frozen constellations, casting fractured light across the champagne flutes and the silk-clad bodies of Europe’s financial elite. Talia stood at the top of the grand staircase, her raven hair cascading over one bare shoulder, her storm-grey eyes scanning the crowd with the precision of a predator.
Perfect.
Vasudeva had arrived an hour ago, his crimson robes exchanged for a tailored black suit that did nothing to dull the otherworldly magnetism in his gaze. He moved through the party like a shadow given form, his presence pulling at the edges of consciousness, leaving guests blinking as if waking from a dream.
Talia descended the stairs, her hips swaying, the slit in her emerald gown revealing a flash of toned thigh. She caught Vasudeva’s eye and smiled, slow and knowing.
"You look divine," she murmured, her Russian accent curling around the words like smoke.
Vasudeva’s lips quirked. "As do you, Talia. Though I suspect you didn’t invite me here for aesthetics."
She laughed, low and throaty, her fingers brushing his wrist. "No. I want you to show off."
Before he could respond, a voice cut through the murmur of the crowd—sharp, amused, and dripping with condescension.
"Ah, the famous Vasudeva Mahayana. I’ve heard so much."
Gennaro Caronte—Jenny to his sycophants—lounged against the marble pillar, his boyish features at odds with the calculating gleam in his eyes. At his side stood a petite blonde in a schoolgirl uniform, her blue eyes ancient, her smile razor-thin.
Georgia Koneva.
Vasudeva’s spine straightened imperceptibly. A stasis expert.
Jenny twirled his champagne flute, his grin widening. "They say you can make a man kneel with a whisper. I’d love a demonstration."
The crowd stilled, sensing blood in the water.
Clemente materialized at Talia’s side, his fingers tightening around his cigarette. "Careful, Caronte. You’re in my house."
Jenny waved a dismissive hand. "Oh, relax, Clemente. Just a bit of fun." His gaze slid back to Vasudeva. "Unless you’re afraid?"
Georgia stepped forward, her uniform skirt swaying, her voice deceptively sweet. "A duel, then? Nothing lethal, of course."
Vasudeva exhaled, his aura shifting, the air around him thickening with unseen energy. "Very well."
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Osiris Champion
Breeding Hunt
Setting: Torino, Italy, 2025. Stefano, a broken archaeologist turned museum tour guide, has just discovered the Osiris ring, an ancient artifact that’s begun to awaken a primal, hypnotic power within him. His marriage to Jessica, a cheating realtor, is in ruins, and his daughter, Rebecca—a fiery redhead with emerald eyes and an athletic body—is his only solace. On Day 1, the ring’s influence is already twisting his thoughts, urging him to test its power and confront the dark urges it’s stirring.
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