From Villain to Virtual Sweetheart: The Fake Heir's Grand Scheme(BL)-Chapter 225: He Got Cake, I Got Rage

In another part of the city, a man sat stiffly behind a sleek, dark wood desk. The office was quiet, too quiet, but the stillness wasn’t peaceful. It was the kind that suffocated.

Aidan Wilson stared at his phone, unmoving. His fingers twitched around the device, knuckles white as if he were crushing it. His jaw clenched so hard that the muscles near his ear kept pulsing. His eyes burned with anger.

The screen displayed a photo: a small cake with strawberries on top. Homemade. Sloppy. Ugly. The caption was loud. Jarring.

RogueOverlord: 19th birthday, first homemade birthday cake! 😤 Haha! I’m officially the first to get one in the fam. Try calling me unpopular now, losers! 😎😏

The message played over and over in Aidan’s mind. Every time he read it, something inside him twisted tighter.

Just minutes ago, he had heard that distinct notification tone, the one he had assigned to that account. For a moment, he had felt something stupid. Hopeful. He had nearly dropped his pen in excitement. But what he saw....

Aidan had found himself in a state of mania instead.

The boy, the one who had helped him without asking anything in return, the bright, cheeky, gentle boy, had finally posted on WeChat. Until now, the boy’s moments had been blank. Not only that, he hadn’t replied to a single one of his messages.

After weeks of silence, after ignoring three of Aidan’s messages. No explanation. No replies. Just... Nothing.

And then this. A picture. A cake. A moment.

He gritted his teeth. His thumb hovered over the chat window, where his last message to the boy sat, still unread. It made his skin crawl. His chest felt heavy, like someone was sitting on it.

He had been patient. Careful. He hadn’t wanted to scare the boy off. The boy was kind, soft in a way that made Aidan’s heart ache, and his fists clenched. He hadn’t wanted to ruin it by seeming too pushy. That’s why, after the third unanswered text, he stopped.

He had waited. Thought.

Tried to figure out how to find the boy, or who that mysterious girl was.

He was sure that the girl was related to this Rogueoverlord account. How could it be a coincidence to see her twice? He had tried to track her down, but like the boy, she had also vanished into thin air.

Aidan even considered the idea that they were part of some secret group or hidden organisation. It was the only thing that made sense.

But now a cake? Nineteen. Public. Loud.

It wasn’t the behaviour of someone hiding.

His vision blurred for a second, but he blinked it away.

He felt jealous. He had seen a vague figure of the boy. He had known he was young. But this young?

And who had made him that cake? Who was with him? Not family, that was obvious from the caption. Who had made him this happy?

He wanted to rip them apart. What right did they have to be that close to him?

Crash.

The desk shook as Aidan slammed his arm across it, sending his tablet, cup, and a stack of arranged documents flying to the floor. Glass cracked. Papers were scattered everywhere.

The noise echoed through the room.

A moment later, the door swung open. Alex Ford stepped in, brows drawn, alarm written all over his face. "Boss! Are you alright?"

Aidan didn’t answer right away. He had both hands pressed against the desk, gripping the edge of it tightly. His knuckles were trembling. A wave of rage passed through his eyes. He wanted to destroy everything. Everyone.

His shoulders were tense. His breathing was heavy.

Then, slowly, he lifted his head. His brown hair hung messily. He ran a hand through it, fingers tugging slightly at the roots. His eyes, dark and stormy, settled on Alex.

"What?"

Alex shifted in the doorway. "Ah. I heard the noise... just wanted to check in..."

Aidan didn’t say anything. He lowered himself into his chair, not calm but with restraint. He leaned back, exhaling through his nose. His foot tapped rapidly against the floor before he finally put both feet up on the desk, arms folded across his chest.

He was trying to look relaxed. He wasn’t.

"Anything else?"

"Yeah." Alex stepped in more fully, one hand behind his back. "There is a birthday banquet tonight. Ramsy family’s youngest heir. But from what I heard, no one in their usual circle got an invite. Not even that gambling coward."

Aidan paused. "Has he cut ties with them?"

"Looks like it," Alex said. "Not sure why. I got it from the guy who usually sneaks up their guest list."

"Bunch of useless leeches." Aidan scoffed. "What about the Gu family girl?"

"She’s going. Said because of his older brother, they all got invited."

"Perfect. Tell her I will be his plus one." Aidan said coldly.

"Sir, that’s risky. They know you’re a Wilson. Won’t that ruin your plan?" Alex said.

Aidan shot him a look. "Then what do you suggest?" he snapped. "Send you in? What are you going to do? Flirting with Ramsy’s juniors? Charming your way in? You are about as charismatic as a brick wall."

Alex flushed slightly. "Then what about Shirley? She can get close to that trash heir."

Aidan paused. Then nodded. "Fine. Send her with the Gu girl. Tell her to dig in. Find his weakness. Those damn suckers couldn’t tell me anything about him except that he was a fool throwing money around. What use is that?"

"Got it," Alex gave a sharp nod and left.

The office fell quiet again. Aidan didn’t move at first. His fingers tapped against the phone resting in his palm. He stared at the screen.

The boy’s cake post was still there.

The image made something deep in Aidan twist. It wasn’t just anger. It was jealousy. Confusion. Longing.

The boy had been different. Kind in a way that left a mark. No fear. No expectation. No betrayal. No masks.

He wanted that back.

But he couldn’t say something he would regret later. Couldn’t lash out. Couldn’t demand to know who made the cake. Couldn’t ask where he was.

So instead, he opened their chat again. He stared at the text bar. Then, after a long moment, his thumbs began to move.

AAA: So you celebrate your birthday? Congrats, I guess. The cake looks like a joke, but sure... points for effort. I bake better. Maybe I’ll make the next time, if you ask nicely. And don’t forget, you’ve got a present waiting here.

With a sigh, he hit send. It felt like tossing a stone into deep water, waiting for a ripple.