The Seductive Pretty Boy of the Matriarchal World-Chapter 49: The Messages

Chapter 49: The Messages

Driven by that fleeting spark of curiosity, Serena Blackwood reached slowly toward the phone resting on the coffee table. "Since you’re too scared to answer it yourself, let me handle this. I’ll just tell her you stepped out and left your phone behind."

The instant her fingertips hovered over the sleek black device, Liora Voss snatched it away with blinding speed.

Serena’s brow furrowed a fraction, a rare flicker of genuine confusion softening her hazel eyes. "Hmm?"

Flustered reactions like this almost never appeared on her sister. When it came to romantic entanglements, Liora was usually the one who orchestrated every move with ice-cold precision.

Only after securing the phone did Liora realize how overeager her grab had looked, but her expression stayed perfectly neutral. "She doesn’t know I have a sister."

Serena countered smoothly, "Then I’ll say I’m a friend."

Liora’s voice remained calm and even. "I already told her I don’t have any friends."

Serena’s expression sharpened. "So the version of yourself you sold her is a lonely little thing with no family and no friends?"

Liora was quiet for a beat. "Pretty much."

At those words Serena turned fully, locking eyes with her sister in a stare so piercing it felt like it could slice straight through flesh and bone. Deep down Liora still carried that old, instinctive wariness of her older sister. Just as the flawless mask on her face threatened to slip, a spark of amusement lit Serena’s gaze. "So you hid your real identity, built an entire fake persona from scratch, and now you’re terrified of her learning the truth... Does this mean you’ve actually fallen for someone?"

In Serena’s mind, only one scenario explained the uncharacteristic fear: Liora had run into genuine feelings, but the entire foundation of their relationship had been a lie from the start. Revealing the truth now risked losing her completely.

"Genuine feelings?"

Liora let out a sharp scoff, the sound snapping her back to something closer to her usual composure. She murmured, "She’s just a..." A little bitch who gets off on seducing women, nothing more.

Serena offered no agreement or disagreement, simply letting two words slip out in a light, knowing tone. "Denial suits you."

Their conversation was still hanging in the air when the call ended once again.

Serena’s voice carried a playful edge. "But fair warning—if she calls back, either take it outside or answer it. I don’t want to listen to that noise again."

Even the warning sounded teasing, laced with sisterly amusement.

"Mm..."

The syllable had barely left Liora’s lips before her phone vibrated again. Not a call this time—a rapid string of texts lit up the screen.

Elias Kane: Why aren’t you picking up?

Elias Kane: Didn’t hear it? Or ignoring me on purpose... or maybe... you’re scared to answer?

Elias Kane: Miss Voss, you wouldn’t want your sister finding out about your messy little situation with your brother-in-law, would you?

Elias Kane: ? Not giving me face now, huh?

Elias Kane: Want me to call Serena Blackwood myself and tell her to make you answer?

The messages arrived in quick succession, starting almost polite before sharpening into unmistakable threats.

Liora’s fingers tightened around the phone until her knuckles stood out pale and sharp.

Serena stood from the sofa, accepting a freshly pressed set of custom-tailored clothes from the silent housekeeper. With a low laugh and a mock-scolding tone she said, "Go outside and take the damn call."

Liora finally rose. She had zero desire to re-engage with Elias Kane. Every interaction pulled her one step closer to the abyss she had sworn to avoid.

But she had no real choice. She couldn’t gamble on whether he would actually follow through and dial Serena himself. One call from him would expose not only her own secrets but the fact that every version of himself he showed Serena was nothing but a meticulously crafted performance.

Knowing Elias’s personality, he was more than capable of detonating everything just to watch the fallout...

She couldn’t risk it.

And by answering, she was willingly handing him the upper hand. Still, it was better to choose the moment herself—even if it dragged her near the edge again... anything was preferable to plunging straight into the void.

Liora carried the phone out to the manicured back garden of the Blackwood residence, the cool evening air brushing her skin as her fingers flew across the screen.

Just stepped away for a moment.

In the passenger seat of the sleek black sedan gliding through the city streets, Elias Kane lounged with one leg crossed over the other, watching the reply finally appear. A slow, satisfied smile curved his lips, completely free of impatience.

He loved a good show, sure—but he had zero intention of ever becoming the punchline.

His fingertips, still carrying a faint healthy flush of pink from earlier, danced across the glowing screen like a pair of playful butterflies.

Elias Kane: Is your sister standing right next to you right now?

Liora Voss: No.

Elias Kane: Oh, what a shame... I was really hoping to see if she’d connect the dots the second she saw the words "Little Kitten" light up your screen.

Elias Kane: But it’s totally normal if she doesn’t. After all, the only things I’ve ever whispered in her ear are "No" and "Gentler..." It’s only in your ear that I’ve ever meowed.

Elias Kane: I’m your one and only little kitten, after all.

Reading the three rapid-fire messages, Liora’s grip on the phone turned brutal, the elegant bones of her slender fingers standing out in sharp relief as though she might shatter the device in her palm.

He had known Serena was right there earlier—yet he had still sent these messages anyway, deliberately dancing along the razor’s edge of exposure.

This audacious little...

But this time the thought died unfinished in her mind. Because finishing it would mean admitting she was the one being toyed with by that little bitch...

Her eyes lingered on the words "No" and "Gentler...", and against her will the scene unfolded in her mind: the same young man wearing an entirely different mask in front of Serena—cheeks flushed, voice trembling softly as he whispered those exact words.

A violent shiver raced down Liora’s spine, her body jerking once before she could stop it.

She shook her head sharply, banishing the vivid, impossible image, then typed out a measured reply.

Liora Voss: What do you want?

Elias cradled his phone, staring at the four clipped words, and suddenly let out a low, melodic laugh that filled the quiet luxury of the sedan.

He could picture her perfectly—trying so hard to sound detached while the excitement hummed just beneath her glacial surface.

The laugh was too rich, too effortlessly charming; it drew the plain-faced driver’s eyes to the rearview mirror. She spoke in a neutral tone, "We’ve arrived at Westbridge University, Mr. Kane."

Elias glanced at her, his smile deepening into something wickedly amused.

Exactly like her.

With a fluid motion he slipped off his glasses, leaned forward, and gave her a playful wink. "Mind waiting a minute? I’m in the middle of seducing your boss right now."

The driver quickly averted her gaze. "Of course, sir..."

Suddenly Elias shifted closer toward her side of the car, causing the woman to flinch instinctively to the left.

He grinned wide enough to flash his sharp little canines. "Don’t look so terrified. I just need to snap a quick photo."

Only then did the woman reluctantly lift her head again.

Click.

Elias settled back against the leather seat, still typing with one hand while offering a casual, "Thanks."

Elias Kane: Why didn’t you come pick me up yourself? 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

Liora Voss: Busy.

Elias scoffed inwardly at the clumsy lie, too lazy to call her out on it. Instead he attached the photo he had just taken of the plain-looking driver and sent it through. Then, switching from text, he recorded a voice message, deliberately lowering and roughening his voice into something husky, sultry, and lazily indulgent: "What a coincidence—your little kitten is in heat right now. Mind if he goes looking for another cat..."

He capped it off with the playful emoji: (=^^=)