Interstellar Beast World: All My Husbands Are Powerful and Rich!-Chapter 57: More unhinged by the day

If he had known things would spiral into this, he would never have handled the dissolution the way he did. He would have gone to see her in person immediately—sat across from her, looked into her eyes, and explained everything properly.

The moment he met her and realized she was the very female he had been searching for all along, the words would have died in his throat. He never would have brought up separation at all.

How could he have been so foolish?

Roanna "Rory" Smith.

Even her name carried a quiet, subtle appeal. He had been looking for it for so long, and it had slipped right through his fingers like the grains of sand.

She probably hated him now. No, she certainly hated him now. He couldn’t even dare to dream of her forgiveness.

Regret weighed heavily on Sylas Ruan, pressing against his chest like an invisible hand. He stood rigid in his office, lost in thought, when the door suddenly burst open.

"Mr. Ruan!" Adam rushed in, barely able to contain his sparkling excitement. "News just came in from the city. Female Master Roanna Smith and her match have returned home safely. She’s unharmed—no injuries at all. I’ve received a signed confirmation."

"...Really?"

The instant Sylas heard she was safe, the tension carved into his features finally cracked. A genuine smile—rare and unguarded—broke through his usual severity. At least something good for today.

"I’m going to her place," he then said, already moving.

"Wait—Mr. Ruan!" Adam quickly stepped in front of him, opening his arms to stop him from moving. "There’s something you need to see first. I received it on my way here."

He took out his light-brain, pulled up a video and projected it in front of his boss. The image of Mindy Lane filled the screen.

"This female," Adam said grimly, "is the one you saved from the level-eight beast that night. I’ve verified everything. When the Blood Moon descended, the one it protected was Female Master Roanna Smith—not her. Mindy is trying to steal Roanna’s opportunity to enter the Central District."

Adam had connected the pieces with chilling speed, frowning in frustration.

Both he and Sylas had been in the forest when the Blood Moon appeared. They had witnessed the scene firsthand. Only three females had been present—Mindy, Gina, and Rory. Mindy had separated earlier, eliminating her immediately. Adam had personally confirmed Gina was unharmed and uninvolved, too.

That left only Rory.

"That woman actually dared to take what belongs to Master Rory?" Sylas’s expression darkened, fury flashing through his eyes. "Unacceptable. She must be stopped at once."

He turned sharply to Adam. "Release a clarification statement immediately. Prove she never encountered the Blood Moon. Wipe out all the misinformation entirely."

"I’ll handle it right away, Sir," Adam replied, straightening with resolve like a loyal soldier.

Sylas had gone through with the dissolution because of a misunderstanding—a mistake born of pride and ignorance. This was his chance to correct it. To clear the truth. To give himself even the smallest chance at redemption in Rory’s eyes. He was ready to do anything.

***

Back at the villa, Jasper had only just returned when he heard Dax swearing viciously at his light-brain, a fluffy Burnt dumpling tucked under one arm.

"Is Sylas Ruan completely out of his mind?" Dax snapped, his fists clenched tightly.

"What happened?" Jasper asked calmly as he approached, his gentle, well-mannered demeanor sliding effortlessly back into place the moment he crossed the threshold of his new home.

Dax shoved the light-brain toward him.

"I spent a fortune pushing Mindy Lane as the Blood Moon’s chosen one, and then that idiot shows up and destroys everything. He publicly claims he killed the level-eight beast himself, that he saved her—and that the Blood Moon never intervened at all. What a goddamn moron!"

He had burned an obscene amount of star coins on trending tags. Watching them collapse one by one had nearly driven him insane.

Dax glared at Jasper. "Tell me you can get rid of him."

Jasper narrowed his eyes as he read the announcement. "I can," he said slowly. "But it won’t be simple."

The Suncrest Lineage and the Violet Obsidian bloodline had been sworn enemies for generations. Their conflicts were brutal and frequent; deaths were nothing new. But Sylas Ruan wasn’t just anyone—he was the young master of the Suncrest Lineage. Killing him outright would unleash consequences that even Jasper couldn’t ignore.

From Dax’s arms, Kather twitched, lips curling faintly.

These two were becoming more unhinged by the day—discussing assassination as casually as the weather. No plan. No cleanup. No concern for the aftermath.

Reckless. Completely reckless.

"Why would that fool do this?" Jasper muttered, eyes scanning the statement again. "Does he have some personal grudge against Mindy Lane?"

Dax rolled his eyes. "He doesn’t care about her at all. He did it because of Female Master Rory."

Jasper looked up sharply.

"I dug deeper," Dax continued. "He’s been searching for the female who saved his life. Based on his statement, it’s obviously Rory."

Her outdated third-hand Gravicar had made her easy to identify. No other female in Veridan City drove something that ancient.

Jasper frowned. "So he repays kindness with hostility?"

Typical.

Dax kept funneling star coins into damage control, trying to bury Sylas’s statement, but the Suncrest Lineage’s influence was overwhelming. Finally, he exhaled sharply and lowered his voice.

"He can’t die yet. I’ll find him myself and force him to retract the statement. And he must not meet Female Master Rory."

He turned to Jasper. "Once I leave, take her somewhere else. Go to your Interstellar Hunter Alliance for a few days. She’ll like the change of scenery."

That suggestion, at least, Jasper welcomed. Rory hadn’t left Veridan City since arriving. A brief escape would do her good.

Dax placed little Burnt dumpling into Jasper’s arms and transferred control of his private starrail without another word.

The game was escalating—and everyone involved was already standing too close to the edge.