Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire is on Vacation

Fiera smiled at him. "Need me to stay?"

"You already did what I needed." He kissed her hand. "Handled it with class."

"And claws," Mira added.

"I multitask," Fiera replied.

The party continued.

Candles flickered like low-burning secrets across the long obsidian dining table. Crystal glasses clinked under dim golden chandeliers, casting soft glows over velvet napkins and whispered conversations. The wine was something imported from a dream—rich, deep, laced with mana and maybe a hint of mischief. The roasted duck bled sauce across porcelain, and a tray of honeyed peaches glittered like temptation under amber syrup.

Mira sipped her wine slowly, one leg crossed over the other, heels tapping a quiet rhythm beneath the table as her eyes wandered again—always drifting back to him.

Lux.

Of course he was relaxed. Of course he was charming the room without trying. The man sat at the head of the table, one arm draped along the back of his chair like he was lounging on a throne made of corporate dividends and pillow talk. His wine barely moved in his glass, but his aura? It moved everyone else.

He had no right to look that good.

Collar slightly unbuttoned. Neckline teasing. That knowing half-smile he wore like it was tailored. And those eyes— the kind that felt like they were always evaluating you. Scanning for value, weakness, pleasure margins.

Mira wasn't dumb. She was observant. And right now? Her brain was calculating.

Because she'd picked up on something.

Something off.

Something demonic.

And no, she didn't mean metaphorically. She meant literally.

Sira.

The way Sira moved. The way her power felt, even when suppressed beneath that slit dress and sculpted elegance—it was like standing too close to a bonfire laced with perfume. Mira had felt that heat before. A flare of something that wasn't mortal. That wasn't polite. That was just… too much.

And Lux?

Lux had slept with Naomi.

And with Rava.

They weren't even subtle about it. Naomi had shifted closer throughout the night, her knee brushing Lux's thigh occasionally like it was some kind of insider stock signal. And Rava? Well, her tentacle was currently coiled loosely around the stem of her glass like a relaxed boa with nowhere to be.

But it wasn't just that.

Rava and Naomi had moved in.

Into his mansion.

Lux never said it outright—but the way Fiera and Elyndra had pieced it together during their earlier whispered conversation, it was clear.

They'd moved in.

With him.

Mira's wine suddenly tasted drier than she remembered.

She stole another glance at Lux.

Yeah, she got it.

She got it.

He wasn't just beautiful. He wasn't just powerful. He had that thing—that edge. The cool control. The slow-burning confidence. That way he always looked like he knew ten moves ahead. Not just charming with words, but charming with silence. He could just exist in a room and somehow seduce it.

Still, Mira wasn't stupid. She'd dated charming men before. Been burned by them too.

Lux? He wasn't like them.

He was worse.

Because he didn't lie.

He just let you believe what you wanted.

It was gaslighting at its most elegant.

A trap made of silk.

"You like what you see?"

The voice snapped Mira from her thoughts.

It was Sira.

Of course it was.

The woman didn't even look at her. Just sipped her glass and smirked with that lazy confidence of someone born into power. Her legs were crossed like she was the final boss of seduction. Her tone? Casual. Dangerous. Like she was playing chess and Mira had just wandered onto the board.

Mira swallowed. "Excuse me?"

Sira finally turned, her eyes gleaming like polished amethysts. "You keep looking at him."

Mira took a slow breath, fingers tightening around her glass. "So?"

"Curious if he's hiding a tail?" Sira mused, tilting her head. "Or just admiring the view?"

Mira kept her tone light. "He is… interesting."

Sira's grin widened. "You mean hot."

Mira shrugged. "That too."

Sira leaned in slightly, voice lowering. "You want to sleep with him?"

The words hit like a slap disguised as flirtation.

Mira blinked. "Are you guys always this blunt?"

"Demons usually are," Sira said smoothly.

There it was.

Mira's brain locked on that word.

She hadn't said "we." She'd said demons.

It wasn't a slip.

It was a message.

Mira smiled, but there was steel in it. "So you're admitting it now?"

Sira sipped her drink. "Admitting what?"

"That you're not normal."

Sira licked her lips, slow and deliberate. "Sweetheart. I've never been normal."

"And you think just saying it out loud doesn't change anything?"

"You already knew," Sira said simply. "But you didn't tell the others."

Mira's eyes narrowed. "Maybe I'm still deciding."

"About what?"

"If you're dangerous."

Sira laughed—low, rich, unapologetic. "Of course I'm dangerous. So is he. That's the point."

Mira looked back at Lux.

He was mid-conversation with Elyndra now, explaining something about crystal investment margins like it was the sexiest thing in the world. Even Fiera was watching him with a look that wasn't quite annoyed, wasn't quite impressed. Somewhere in between.

Sira's voice drew her back again. "You're like me."

"No," Mira said.

"Yes," Sira insisted. "You've got that hunger too. That want. Maybe not for blood or sin—but for control. For clarity. For the truth beneath all the fakeness."

Mira's jaw tensed. "You don't know me."

Sira's smile softened. "I don't have to. I just see it. You're already part of the game, whether you admit it or not."

Mira exhaled. "And what if I don't want to play?"

"You do. That's why you're still here."

The silence between them was thick. Wine-sweet. Poison-sharp.

Mira looked away, because staring into Sira's eyes felt like bartering with something that didn't trade in coins.

Across the table, Lux looked up.

His gaze caught Mira's—just for a moment.

And help her, he smiled.

Not a polite one.

Not the charming one.

The other one.

The one that said he knew. That he always knew.

Like he'd heard the whole conversation.

Like he'd felt it.