My Anti-hero Fairy System-Chapter 81. Kyle Chesney

Aloud, he snapped, "I am not doing that."

"Then you don’t get to be a man, even temporarily," the Goddess said, her tone final.

His hands clenched into fists. "Do you even hear yourself? You’re asking me to seduce him—my fellow man."

The Goddess remained unmoved. "I never said anything about sleeping with him. I simply asked that you seduce him."

Sylvester scoffed. "It never stops at seduction. This kind of thing? It always escalates. Once I give an inch, he’ll want a mile."

The Goddess tilted her head. "You know that?"

"Oh, but I do." His voice darkened. "I read his mind the one time we met. He couldn’t stop picturing himself screwing Cara. Aggressively. In positions that were demeaning. I didn’t feel safe. Him and Max? They’re the same. They think women want to be loved like that."

"I insist. You don’t have to sleep with him," the Goddess said. "You are in control of Cara’s body. You decide what she does—or doesn’t—do with it."

Sylvester exhaled sharply. "Why do you want me to seduce Kyle?"

The Goddess’s expression darkened. "Kyle has terrible plans for the world you’re in. I want you to disrupt them."

Sylvester frowned. "I know he’s into shady dealings, but what exactly are we talking about here?"

"Haven’t you noticed that almost every case you investigate leads back to him?"

His frown deepened. "I have noticed. But for his crimes to have your attention? It must be big."

"You’ll understand once you’re inside his world," the Goddess said. "But the bottom line is—whatever he’s planning, it isn’t good, and I need you to stop him."

She took a step closer. "If you succeed, I’ll reward you."

Sylvester arched a brow. "Reward me how?"

"I’ll grant you the ability to skin-shift into one man of your choosing—for a full day."

His pulse quickened. "A whole day? Not just an hour or three?"

She nodded. "A full day. But you’ll be able to shift back into Cara’s body whenever you want." A pause. "So? Do you accept this mission?"

Sylvester hesitated, his mind racing. Then, finally—

"Yes. I accept."

The Goddess smiled. "A wise decision."

With that, she vanished, the blinding light evaporating with her.

Sylvester jolted awake, heart pounding.

He was back.

Back in Cara’s body.

He sat up in bed, disoriented for a moment, before swinging his legs over the edge and rising to his feet. Moving on instinct, he made his way to the bathroom, flicked on the light, and stared into the mirror.

Cara’s reflection stared back.

He reached up, running his fingers over her face. Still her.

Still her.

Turning away, he grabbed her phone from the nightstand and checked the time. 3 a.m.

Sleep was out of the question now.

Instead, Sylvester, or rather, Cara, opened the phone’s browser, her fingers moving with calculated precision. Within minutes, Reverend Franklin’s sextape was uploaded online.

Evidence of his financial fraud? Leaked.

The dirty secret he had? Exposed.

And she did it all anonymously just like Joana advised.

Once the deed was done, she exhaled slowly, setting the phone down.

Tomorrow was going to be chaotic.

And she was ready for it.

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Cara woke up that morning with a clear goal: to reach out to Kyle Chesney. She had sent him a text asking to meet for coffee, but he hadn’t responded yet.

Sighing, she got ready for work, slipping into a black skirt and a red blouse. After grabbing her handbag, she stepped out of her room and made her way downstairs.

’Hey, Hagrit, show me my status now.’

[Ok, you got it.]

[Sylvester Lancaster AKA Cara Bolton]

[Level: 2 (6900/10,000)]

[Points: 6900]

[Strength: 15 | Mana: 10 | Vitality: 15 | Agility: 15 | Resistance: 10 | Intelligence: 25]

[Attribute Points: 80]

[Skills: Charm, Fire-Blast, Combat, Former Reflexes, Brain Power]

’Basically, nothing much has changed.’

[How did your chat with the Goddess go?]

’I’m sure she’s told you everything, Hagrit. Don’t play ignorant.’

[I was just making conversation.]

’Sorry, I sounded combative. It’s just... What she’s asking me to do is pretty messed up.

[But she isn’t making you do anything. If you accepted just living as Cara, you wouldn’t need to seduce anyone.]

Cara didn’t respond. Instead, she headed toward the dining table, where everyone was already seated. She took a seat beside Arlene, directly across from Rudy, who eyed her with barely concealed disdain beneath his usual stoic expression.

"Honey, you came back late last night. I thought I’d see you before bed," Arlene said.

"Sorry, Mom, I lost track of time," Cara replied before turning to the new maid. "French toast and orange juice, please."

"Did you hear the news?" Travis asked, scrolling through his phone.

"What news?" Cara asked.

"Reverend Franklin Newton and his wife were killed last night," Travis announced.

"Jesus! That’s tragic," Arlene gasped.

Ashley barely looked up, focused on prepping for the upcoming shareholders’ meeting.

"I heard about it last night at Mr. Bailey’s house," Cara said, frowning. "It really is a tragic incident. My heart goes out to his children."

"I didn’t finish what I was saying," Travis added.

"What else is there to say?" Ashley asked, uninterested.

"There’s a viral video of the Reverend touching a young man in his office," Travis continued. "And there are documents online right now that paint him in a bad light. Apparently, he’s been siphoning money from the church—and using it as a front for laundering."

"These are all fake news," Rudy interjected coldly. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

"I doubt it," Travis countered. "It all looks pretty legit."

"Anything can be forged," Rudy said, his tone sharp. "Why wasn’t this released when he was alive? Why now, when he can’t defend himself? Don’t believe everything you see online, son."

Rudy stood, dabbing his mouth with a napkin before leaning over to kiss Arlene’s forehead. "I’ll see you later, darling. Ashley, Travis, we need to get going."

Both stood up immediately, and as Rudy turned to leave, he shot Cara one last pointed look before heading out with his children.

The moment they were out of earshot, Arlene set down her coffee cup and asked, "Did you and Rudy fight or something?"

Cara forced a neutral expression. "No, Mom. Why would you think that?"

Arlene studied her for a moment. "It’s just a feeling... like you two aren’t getting along."

"Well, that feeling isn’t far-fetched," Cara admitted. "You know how I feel about Rudy."

Arlene sighed. "You two shouldn’t be fighting. I don’t like it."

"That’s why I want to move back to our old house," Cara said.

Arlene took another sip of her coffee before responding, "Honey, I don’t think that would be possible right now."

Cara frowned. "Why not?"

"I leased the house for the next six months," Arlene said matter-of-factly.

Cara’s eyes widened. "Mom, why would you do that?"

"We weren’t using it," Arlene said, her tone patient. "And quite frankly, it made sense to lease it to someone who would maintain it rather than letting it sit abandoned."

’Damn it! Cara thought. This just ruined my plans.’

[What will you do now?]

’I might just crash at Jackie’s. I’m sure she would love it.’

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Arriving at Wesley Incorporated, Kyle Chesney pulled his Ferrari into the parking lot. Most people with his kind of wealth preferred being chauffeured, but not Kyle he loved driving almost as much as he loved sex.

Stepping out of the sleek car, he adjusted his cuffs and strode toward the entrance, fully aware of the eyes on him. He was used to it. Tall, handsome, and ridiculously rich, Kyle was the kind of man women wanted, men envied, and some men wanted in a different way.

At the front desk, the receptionist practically melted at the sight of him, her gaze lingering a little too long. "Sir, you can go in now. The shareholders’ meeting starts in ten minutes."

Kyle flashed her a charming smile before heading to the elevator. He pressed the button for the top floor, and just as the doors were about to close, Rudy stepped in.

Their eyes met. A charged silence hung between them before Rudy broke it. "You’re here early. I didn’t think you’d show up at all."

Kyle smirked. "Do you not want me here, Rudy?"

Rudy’s expression didn’t shift. "Of course not. You’re our top shareholder, your presence is always welcome."

Their relationship had soured a bit since Kyle left Ashley for Cara a few months ago, but still Rudy knew how important Kyle was to his businesses, both legal and illegal. So instead of cutting ties with him, he kept on doing business with him.

Silence stretched between them as the elevator ascended. Then, in a low voice, Rudy said, "Since I have you here... did you order the death of the Reverend and his wife?"

Kyle’s lips curved into an amused smile. "What do you think?"

"Can you ever not answer a question with a question?" Rudy asked, with mild frustration.

"You already know the answer to that question," Kyle said, with a smirk.