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Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire is on Vacation

Chapter 375: Raised by Wolves · Nov 13, 2026

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351 Chapter 351: Ambitions 2026-11-13
352 Chapter 352: InfernalNet is on Fire 2026-11-13
353 Chapter 353: Clueless Father 2026-11-13
354 Chapter 354: Do You Tear Him Now? 2026-11-13
355 Chapter 355: Stubborn Enough to Survive 2026-11-13
356 Chapter 356: Guilt Dripping 2026-11-13
357 Chapter 357: Get The Hell Out of My Windshield! 2026-11-13
358 Chapter 358: You’re Playing in My Market 2026-11-13
359 Chapter 359: Mermaid Heiress 2026-11-13
360 Chapter 360: Kidnapped 2026-11-13
361 Chapter 361: Salvageable 2026-11-13
362 Chapter 362: Don’t Run 2026-11-13
363 Chapter 363: Financial Gaslighting 2026-11-13
364 Chapter 364: Less Tragic 2026-11-13
365 Chapter 365: Do I Look Like a Therapist? 2026-11-13
366 Chapter 366: A Mess 2026-11-13
367 Chapter 367: One Very Bored Demon With a Calculator and No Mercy 2026-11-13
368 Chapter 368: The Royal House of Sloth 2026-11-13
369 Chapter 369: Blood and Numbers 2026-11-13
370 Chapter 370: Greed Demons and Their Math Fetishes 2026-11-13
371 Chapter 371: None of us is Built to Heal 2026-11-13
372 Chapter 372: Anchor 2026-11-13
373 Chapter 373: You Have My Word 2026-11-13
374 Chapter 374: Not a Business 2026-11-13
375 Chapter 375: Raised by Wolves 2026-11-13
376 Chapter 376: Like a Cash Cow 2026-11-13
377 Chapter 377: You Can Calm Me Down 2026-11-13
378 Chapter 378: You Don’t Need to Pray 2026-11-13
379 Chapter 379: Not Innocent (18+) 2026-11-13
380 Chapter 380: Weaponized Softness Like Other Demons Wielded Blades 2026-11-13
381 Chapter 381: Surrender 2026-11-13
382 Chapter 382: Reflection (18+) 2026-11-13
383 Chapter 383: Massage, Soap, Rinse 2026-11-13
384 Chapter 384: Greed with Good Branding 2026-11-13
385 Chapter 385: Something Worth Sharing 2026-11-13
386 Chapter 386: Mortal Lineages 2026-11-13
387 Chapter 387: Inspire 2026-11-13
388 Chapter 388: Tearborn Pearl 2026-11-13
389 Chapter 389: Roleplay, Not Conquest 2026-11-13
390 Chapter 390: Let’s Drop The Masks 2026-11-13
391 Chapter 391: I Let You Think You’re Winning 2026-11-13
392 Chapter 392: Hostile Takeover 2026-11-13
393 Chapter 393: Dragon Who Wants to Hoard Me 2026-11-13
394 Chapter 394: Dragon and Incubus (18+) 2026-11-13
395 Chapter 395: Dominate The Dragon (18+) 2026-11-13
396 Chapter 396: I Will Bankrupt You 2026-11-13
397 Chapter 397: Hoard Me 2026-11-13
398 Chapter 398: You Can’t Beat Me in Endurance 2026-11-13
399 Chapter 399: Wardrobe Casualties 2026-11-13
400 Chapter 400: Higher Tolerance for Getting Wrecked 2026-11-13

Chapter 375 – Raised by Wolves

”Do you know how crazy this is?” she murmured. ”Me. You. This whole mansion full of women who adore you. And me, walking straight into it like I’m not setting myself up for a five-act heartbreak.”

Lux tilted his head. ”You think this ends with heartbreak?”

”I think you’re dangerous.”

”I think you like danger.”

”I think,” she whispered, ”I’m going to ruin my reputation.”

He didn’t flinch.

”Only if you lose.”

”And what if I win?”

His eyes glinted.

”Then I’m already yours,” he said.

And there it was.

The line.

That damn line.

So smooth. So devilishly sincere. It made her knees tingle and her brain itch.

Mira inhaled through her nose. Her fingers flexed, just a bit.

She could kiss him right now.

Should kiss him.

Would kiss him—

But she didn’t.

Not yet.

She stepped back. Smirked. ”I’m going to unpack.”

”Of course.”

”Oh—and if you touch my special tea blends, I’ll incinerate your d*ck.”

Lux laughed. ”Noted.”

She paused at the door.

Then, over her shoulder—voice soft but sharp.

”And Lux?”

”Yes?”

”This mansion’s mine now too.”

He smiled.

”Welcome home, Mira. I will see you at dinner. I also have a few new guests.”

Mira blinked, pausing mid-turn.

She slowly pivoted back, her brows arching like the price of mana crystals during a post-war recession.

”New guests?” Her voice was casual. Too casual. ”All women?”

Lux’s smile didn’t change. Just deepened. Smoothed like fine wine over a blade.

”One of them is from down there,” he said, tilting his head slightly. ”Sloth. Royal breed. My kin.”

Then he exhaled, almost like the next one was harder to explain.

”The other... I found her on the streets.”

Mira tilted her head.

”You just... picked up a homeless girl?”

”I didn’t plan to,” Lux replied, shrugging. ”I thought I just crashed my car into her.”

Her lips parted in disbelief. ”You—what?”

”She was on the road,” he said plainly. ”I stopped. Took her in. Gave her food. And then I found out—”

Mira crossed her arms. ”Let me guess. Tragic backstory. No place to go. Big, wet eyes. Soft sobbing in moonlight?”

”...Close.”

She rolled her eyes but didn’t interrupt.

”Her name is Ariel,” Lux said. ”Ariel Delmar. She’s a mermaid. Turns out she was kicked out of her family. Or maybe... dumped.”

Mira’s gaze sharpened instantly.

”Delmar?” she repeated.

”Yeah.”

She stepped closer, something dangerous flickering in her eyes. ”Delmar is Siren lineage. Not mermaid. That family is full of manipulators, Lux.”

”I know. But she’s different. Not a siren. A real mermaid. She got kidnapped when she was a baby. Apparently, from Avariel.”

Mira’s brain ticked through her archive of scandals.

”Ah,” she muttered. ”So a stolen child raised by wolves. Or in this case, sirens.”

”More or less.”

She stared at him for a long beat. ”So you just... decided to help her?”

”I did.”

Mira exhaled. A slow, knowing breath. Her smile curved—sweet, dangerous, laced with amusement and something darker underneath.

”How kind of you~”

She leaned in, one step at a time, until her chest grazed his. Her perfume was dragonflower and honeysilk—expensive, rare, and subtle enough to demand attention without begging for it.

She looked up at him, lips close, heat in her gaze.

”I still need to hoard you into my room tonight,” she murmured, fingers brushing his lapel. ”It’s only fair. After all... I need to know if this CFO is not just all talk—but has bite.”

Lux didn’t step back. Didn’t blink.

”My pleasure,” he said with all the weight of a promissory note signed in blood. ”You’ll see me in my best.”

”Good,” Mira purred. ”Because I won’t accept a soft-close.”

He smirked. ”I’ve never given one.”

Her eyes gleamed. Then she pulled away, leaving the ghost of her body heat in the air like an unpaid bill.

”I’ll get my servants to finish moving things in,” she said. ”We’ll talk again later. Especially...”

Her eyes narrowed.

”...about Delmar.”

Lux tilted his head. ”You know about them?”

”A bit.” She walked slowly toward the hallway, voice trailing like silk across skin. ”They’ve sold a lot of pearls lately. Special pearls.”

Lux raised a brow. ”Black market?”

”Worse,” she replied. ”Enchanted ones. Rare. Primal-infused. Raw spell-conductive properties. Sirens shouldn’t be able to get those.”

”But they did.”

Mira stopped. Glanced over her shoulder.

”Exactly.”

Lux’s smirk faded.

And Mira felt it.

The shift.

The atmospheric pressure drop in the room.

Like a financial hurricane spinning itself into formation.

He wasn’t angry.

No.

Not obviously.

But his gaze... sharpened.

Something behind his eyes flickered—like rows of numbers collapsing. Interest rates plummeting. Wealth indexes freezing over. Like a central bank had just defaulted. And Lux?

Lux had just been handed the audit.

Mira felt it crawl across her skin.

The change.

The incubus prince of Greed stopped smiling like a gentleman.

And started smiling like a credit god preparing a hostile takeover.

She gasped—internally, of course.

Because that glint in his eyes?

She’d seen it once.

On her father’s face.

Right before he stripped an imperial contractor of his titles and land using nothing but a single clause in a forgotten debt contract.

It was the look of someone who didn’t just punish.

They ruined.

Lux Vaelthorn, CFO of Hell, was already running a liquidation plan in his head.

And Mira...

Mira Xianlong was very, very turned on.

She cleared her throat and tried not to let it show. Emphasized on that ’tried’ word.

Because gods damn it.

She liked power.

She craved competence.

And that look?

That was financial dominance incarnate.

It made her thighs tense and her logic circuits spiral.

Lux’s voice dropped into velvet.

”I think,” he said, ”we’ll have a very productive dinner.”

”Oh?” she breathed.

”Yes,” he replied smoothly. ”And if what you’re implying is true about Delmar’s pearl supply...”

His fingers tapped a rhythm against his thigh—like a ticking countdown before a market crash.

”...then someone’s about to get margin called into oblivion.”

Mira swallowed.

Gods above.

She was so screwed.

And she loved it.

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