126.Bangg..!!
After breakfast, Marcelline leaned back in her chair, stretching her arms.
"I'm bored," she announced.
Leo blinked. "We just ran through half a mountain."
"Exactly. I need different fun."
Leo raised a brow. "What kind?"
"Shopping," she said instantly, eyes sparkling with mischief.
"And maybe… I'll drop by Liz's house later."
Leo stood up immediately. "I'm coming."
"No," Marcelline said, grabbing her hair tie.
"You stay."
"What? Why—?"
"Because," she smirked, tying her hair into a sleek high ponytail, "you turn every shopping trip into a battlefield."
"That happened once!"
"You tried to fight a mannequin, Leo."
"It was staring at me weird!"
Marcelline rolled her eyes and pushed him back onto the sofa.
"You stay. Eat. Sleep. Behave."
Leo crossed his arms like a sulking child.
"Fine. But at least let me see your outfit."
Marcelline stepped out of her room—
And Leo's eyes widened.
She looked like a devilish goddess.
Black fitted dress, slit up one thigh.
Golden accessories that shimmered like her halo.
Her hair sleek.
Her aura balanced—dangerous yet breathtaking.
Her eyes sharp like silver blades.
Leo whistled.
"Damn, Elli… If hell and heaven ever had a daughter, it's you."
Marcelline smirked, chin tilted proudly.
"I know."
She winked, grabbed her keys, and in the next moment—
VRROOOOOMMMMMMMM
Her luxurious midnight-black car roared to life.
Music blasted from the speakers, shaking the garage walls.
Marcelline pulled out, speeding into the city like a dark comet.
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Meanwhile — Maximilian & Kyron --
Maximilian sat in the passenger seat of his car, pinching the bridge of his nose.
Kyron, however, was losing his mind.
"Sir, sir, SIR—!! You can't be serious! A marriage proposal?! From President David?? To Lady Circe?! Sir, this is huge—this is life-changing—this is—"
Maximilian sighed. "Kyron—"
"What do you mean you'll THINK ABOUT IT?! Sir!!! You didn't reject! You didn't accept! You left it hanging!! Why?! Why would you—?!"
"Kyron."
"Sir, this could change the entire political—"
"Kyron."
Kyron continued ranting at the speed of light, hands waving, voice climbing higher.
"Sir, please say something! At least 'no'! Or 'yes'! Or 'Kyron stop talking'—WAIT NO don't say that—BUT SIR PLEASE—THIS IS TOO MUCH—CIRCE IS BEAUTIFUL BUT ALSO SCARY—AND—AND—SIR ARE YOU LISTENING?! SIR—!!"
Maximilian sighed again.
"No."
Kyron flailed dramatically. "NO?? NO TO WHAT?? THE PROPOSAL?? OR MY QUESTIONS?! Oh god—my heart—sir—"
He kept blabbering, not focusing on anything.
Not the traffic.
Not the road.
Not the red light.
"Kyron—" Maximilian warned.
Kyron ignored him entirely.
"Sir, you MUST answer! What if President David calls again? WHAT WILL I TELL HIM—"
"KYRON."
Too late.
BBAAAAAAANNNGGGGG!!!
The car lurched forward violently as Kyron slammed into the car in front of them.
Maximilian grabbed the dashboard, eyes widening.
Kyron froze like a statue.
"…sir?" he whispered.
Maximilian slowly turned his head.
Kyron swallowed.
"That wasn't my fault… right?"
Maximilian gave him a dead look.
Kyron squeaked,
"S-Sir please don't fire me I swear I can explain—!"
--
Marcelline sat back in her seat, enjoying the music, enjoying the wind, enjoying the rare moment of quiet… when—
BAM!
A massive force slammed into the left side of her car.
The world spun—metal screeched—wheels lifted.
Her car rolled once… twice… heading straight toward the divider at deadly speed.
Any normal person would've died.
But she wasn't normal.
Marcelline's eyes flashed—a soft, invisible ripple burst from her fingertips.
Time didn't stop…
But everything slowed.
She twisted her wrist subtly, almost lazily—
and the car obeyed her command like a loyal beast.
From the outside, no one saw the power, no glow, no magic.
But inside?
The vehicle straightened, rotated mid-air with impossible grace, and landed on its tires like a drifting stunt car from a supernatural movie.
Screech—
Perfect balance.
Perfect control.
Marcelline exhaled sharply.
"Safe landing…" she muttered, brushing back a loose strand of hair.
Then her expression darkened.
A smile—but the wrong kind.
A slow, dangerous curl of lips.
Her devilish angel aura spilled out, subtle but terrifying.
"That mortal… really tried to hit me?"
Her eyes gleamed—predatory, amused.
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At the same time — Kyron & Maximilian --
Dust flew as another car skidded to a stop.
Maximilian jumped out first, Kyron right behind him.
"Someone crashed—check if the driver is alive!" Kyron shouted.
They rushed forward… but froze mid-step.
Because the car wasn't smashed.
It wasn't overturned.
It wasn't even scratched badly.
It stood neatly on the road—
balanced, steady, parked like it had never been hit at all.
Kyron blinked.
Maximilian narrowed his eyes.
"This wasn't a normal landing," Max muttered under his breath, brain already analyzing. "Drivers don't survive a hit that strong."
"Forget survive—" Kyron said. "This is stunt-level balancing. Whoever is inside… damn, I'm impressed already."
They hurried closer—
But then—
The door clicked.
And she stepped out.
Slowly. Gracefully.
Like she wasn't in an accident…
but stepping out for a fashion show.
Her hair cascaded down like a silk waterfall.
Her eyes glowed with a dangerous, teasing light.
Her expression held irritation… mixed with wicked amusement.
A breathtaking sight.
A devil clothed as an angel.
Her aura hit them like a wave—
strong, ethereal, commanding.
Maximilian involuntarily stopped breathing for a second.
Kyron's eyes widened, jaw tightening.
Marcelline looked at the crushed remains of the car that hit her… then at the two men approaching her… and she chuckled softly.
"Now… this is going to be fun."
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