The phone of the Demon King Satan suddenly rang, its deep, rumbling tone making the entire grand hall fall silent. He answered the call and switched it to speaker.

  A middle-aged woman’s hurried voice came through first — it was the headmistress of the prestigious magic academy, disguised on Earth as a public boarding school:

  – “My Lord, the princess… she has escaped from the academy. We could not stop her.”

  Lord Satan replied calmly:

  – “She is here with me now… even you have given up, haven’t you?”

  At once, a younger woman’s weary voice joined in — the homeroom teacher of Princess Lita:

  – “My Lord… indeed, neither the faculty nor I could restrain her. The princess is far too arrogant. She used lightning to knock out the academy’s entire power grid, disabled the protective wards… and fled. I suspected she would seek You.”

  The air in the grand hall grew heavy. Lord Satan shook his head in frustration, tapping his fingers against the teakwood throne.

  – “The academy’s damages… I will fully compensate. As for the princess, leave her to me. I will discipline her myself.”

  The two women on the other end breathed out in relief:

  – “Our deepest gratitude, My Lord!”

  The call ended. Lord Satan hung up and slammed his hand against the throne’s armrest, the echo thundering through the chamber:

  – “Truly… a spoiled child, ruined by her mother’s indulgence! Even the headmistress had to call me for help…”

  The Grand Thái S? waved her black phoenix-feather fan, sipping a cup of jasmine tea:

  – “I remember when the princess was little—every time she caused trouble, whenever You or the other consorts tried to discipline her, the Queen would always interfere, shielding her no matter what. And now… this is the result.”

  Master V?nh the sorcerer stepped forward, speaking gently:

  – “The princess is still young and immature, My Lord. Gentle methods, patience — only those will bear fruit.”

  Trúc Di?n shot him a sharp glance, his green eyes glinting with disdain:

  – “So you mean just words alone? No. I say she needs to experience consequences for herself before she learns.”

  Trang furrowed her brows slightly, but her voice remained calm as she turned to her royal father:

  – “In my view, the best thing now is to let Lita cool down. The more we indulge her, the more she believes everyone must bow to her whims. Ignore her. Once she sees no one is rushing to defend her, she will change her attitude.”

  Din nodded in agreement:

  – “Yes. Let’s try Lady Trang’s way.”

  Arian, the crown prince, smirked wickedly, his tone laced with mischief:

  – “Let’s start with meals. In the past, we had to coax and plead before she’d sit at the table. This time… if she doesn’t come down on her own, let her starve.”

  Lord Satan gave a firm nod, his deep voice final:

  – “Very well. Let’s try it.”

  Immediately, he waved his staff to summon the head chef and his assistants. The command was clear: Prepare a grand banquet.

  The sound of chopping and sizzling filled the halls, soon followed by an irresistible aroma.

  One by one, lavish dishes appeared on the table: crisp-skinned roast pork, glistening golden Peking duck, grilled chicken marinated in savory fish sauce. The mingled scents wafted down the corridors and flooded the entire hall.

  Every gaze turned toward the chamber where Princess Lita was confined, waiting to see how the stubborn young royal would respond to this new “lesson in discipline.”

  At the villa in District 2, the earlier storm had already passed, leaving behind a serene night sky lit by a bright moon. Stars glittered as if the chaos had only been a fleeting dream. In the living room, the three close friends — Tu?n, Ti?n, and Deep — were still bewildered by the strange weather. Deep leaned on the window frame, gazing up and muttering:

  – “The weather has been so strange lately… it feels almost like some kind of magic.”

  M? Linh chuckled softly, glancing at her husband before looking at Deep:

  – “You sound just like my husband, watching too many fantasy films. What’s so unusual about unpredictable weather?”

  Tu?n wasn’t paying attention to the sky. He was on his phone, calling his fiancée. It was the tenth attempt, but she still didn’t pick up. His frustration grew:

  – “What on earth is My doing, why won’t she answer?”

  Ti?n gave him a side glance and asked bluntly:

  – “Did you do something to upset her?”

  Tu?n shook his head, though unease gnawed at him. He knew he hadn’t done anything wrong lately, yet My’s attitude had grown colder and more distant by the day.

  C?u D?ng added in:

  – “Tu?n, maybe you should hurry up and marry her. My is already thirty. It’s natural for her to be upset if you keep her waiting.”

  Tu?n sighed. Deep down, both he and My carried feelings for someone else, but they were still following the arrangements of their families. To them, marriage was not just about love — it was about power and advantage.

  – “Well… both families already consulted a fortune teller. The wedding will be in three months,” Tu?n said, his voice heavy with resignation.

  Deep patted his shoulder, reassuring him:

  – “Maybe she just went to bed early after a tiring day at work. Besides, hasn’t she stopped having nightmares recently? Looks like her psychological condition is improving.”

  M? Linh suddenly realized:

  – “Now that you mention it, ?ào hasn’t been screaming about her body melting anymore. And I haven’t seen those bizarre dishes either.”

  C?u D?ng brightened up:

  – “That’s good news. Dr. Tùng did say it was just anxiety disorder caused by prolonged stress.”

  But the truth was different: the Demon King Satan had merely ordered a temporary halt to their punishments. If they continued living in sin without repentance, everything would return.

  No one in the living room knew that at that very moment, My was actually in a luxurious five-star hotel — next to a man much younger than Tu?n. Her voice was sweet as honey as she whispered:

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  – “In three months, I have to marry Tu?n. He’s fifteen years older than me, but for the sake of our families’ business deal, I have no choice.”

  The young man smirked knowingly. He was a seasoned con artist, skilled at manipulating women’s hearts and wallets. In a smooth, melancholic tone, he said:

  – “Poor you… forced to marry a man you don’t even love.”

  He let out a dramatic sigh, adding:

  – “I also have something difficult to share… I don’t know who else to confide in.”

  My looked at him with longing eyes:

  – “Just tell me. There’s no need to hold back.”

  He leaned close to her ear, whispering as if by accident:

  – “I’ve been investing in a real estate project. I already covered half the capital, but for the rest… I was planning to borrow from the mafia. They’re ruthless, and the interest is unbearable. I’m afraid I won’t be able to handle it.”

  My’s gaze softened, her eyes brimming with affection:

  – “Just tell me how much you need. As long as you make me happy, I’ll give you everything.”

  The man feigned hesitation, calculating aloud:

  – “Just a few gold bars… but it’s too much. Forget it, I’ll find another way.”

  My smiled faintly, her red lips glowing with allure:

  – “Only a few gold bars? That’s nothing. I’ll take care of it. All I ask is that whenever I need you, you’ll always be by my side.”

  He grinned triumphantly, his voice as smooth as sugar:

  – “Thank you for understanding me. I only want to build my career strong and steady. Once I succeed… everything will be yours.”

  My was never the virtuous, well-bred noblewoman she appeared to be in the eyes of society. That refined image was nothing more than a carefully crafted mask, concealing her promiscuity and insatiable greed. Inside the luxury suite of a five-star hotel, she was basking in happiness beside her young lover, her lips curved in a sweet smile — though only three months remained until her wedding with Tu?n. Yet her heart was restless. Beyond the man lying next to her, she also secretly longed for Trúc Di?n — a refined, scholarly gentleman who looked as though he had stepped straight out of a historical romance novel.

  She was too greedy. She wanted everything all at once.

  Back at the villa in District 2, Tu?n and his two close friends sat with C?u D?ng’s family, enjoying plates of fresh fruit. Tu?n had no idea that he was about to marry a woman of such poor character. In his heart, another image quietly resurfaced — that of Trang, the tomboyish girl who had once approached him with sincerity and honesty. Yet because Trang was poor, orphaned, and offered him no social advantage, Tu?n had turned her away with silence and avoidance.

  No one could have guessed that she was in fact the Black Diamond forged by the universe itself, carrying terrifying power within her. Now, after awakening, Trang had returned to her true form — a natural beauty, untamed and radiant, the beloved daughter of the Demon King Satan himself.

  The wealth of the Satanic royal family was not measured in stocks, real estate, or supercars, as the tycoons who once despised Trang had thought. Their wealth was measured in mines of rare minerals and gemstones spread across planets.

  Tu?n had accidentally met her again. With just one glance, her image had lodged itself deep in his heart. He never realized that she was the very same girl he had once let slip away. Now, she was a true princess of the Satanic bloodline.

  C?u D?ng looked at his three friends, half-joking, half-serious:

  – “Earlier I thought a storm was coming, so I asked you to stay. But it’s cleared now. Do you want to head home or stay longer?”

  Deep checked his watch — the hands pointed close to 10 p.m.:

  – “We’d better go. I have to work early tomorrow.”

  Ti?n laughed lightly:

  – “Let’s plan a trip sometime. Work has been piling up lately, I feel so stressed.”

  Deep suddenly wondered:

  – “By the way, where are your two daughters? Haven’t seen them around.”

  At the mention of his daughters, C?u D?ng’s face shifted between pride and irritation.

  – “?ào is busy studying for her master’s exams, and Th?…”

  Before he could finish, M? Linh cut in:

  – “She’s having a tough pregnancy. Can’t eat or drink anything, just stays in her room.”

  Tu?n nodded, then stood up:

  – “Alright, we’ll get going.”

  C?u D?ng and M? Linh walked them to the gate. Once the sleek car disappeared into the night, C?u D?ng’s expression hardened. He muttered under his breath:

  – “I’ll be honest — Tu?n’s in for a big pair of horns. I can clearly sense that My is cheating on him.”

  M? Linh pulled her husband back inside, locking the gate as she reminded him:

  – “Let it be. My is a player, but she acts well enough to fool most people. Not us, though.”

  C?u D?ng smirked knowingly:

  – “We’re old enough to be her parents, there’s no way she can fool us. I only keep quiet because she’s the heiress of a powerful hotel empire.”

  M? Linh curled her lips:

  – “If Tu?n marries her, he’ll suffer. But with her family’s reputation and fortune, he’ll just have to swallow the bitterness and pretend it’s sweet.”

  At the Bình Chánh headquarters, the grand reception hall blended classical European architecture with exquisite Asian details. Rows of crystal chandeliers blazed overhead, their golden light spilling across the patterned tiles, reflecting the figures of powerful beings gathered together.

  On the long table draped in immaculate white cloth, a sumptuous feast had just been laid out by head chefs and their assistants. Crispy roasted pork with glistening skin, aromatic Peking duck, golden grilled chicken glazed with fish sauce, alongside delicately arranged vegetarian dishes. The fragrance spread throughout the room, seeping through cracks in the doors, drifting all the way upstairs — where the stubborn princess Lita was being held.

  When everyone had taken their seats, Erion snapped his fingers. Instantly, the soundproof wall dissolved, allowing the delicious aroma to invade every corner. He smirked, his voice tinged with challenge:

  – “With food this good, let’s see how long that girl can resist.”

  The Demon King Satan sipped his wine, satisfaction glinting across his face:

  – “Exactly. She’ll have to crawl down here herself. No more servants carrying food to her room.”

  Crown Prince Arian shook his head, his gaze tinged with reproach:

  – “It was always the Queen spoiling her. Even at mealtime, servants were forced to bring her trays. Too much indulgence has ruined her.”

  Yin picked up a piece of meat, chewing thoughtfully before nodding:

  – “Then she must be re-educated. A child already so arrogant — when she grows up, she’ll bring disaster.”

  The Grand Thái S? leisurely took a bite of crispy duck, her raspy voice cutting in:

  – “Disaster has already struck. Didn’t the headmistress call earlier to report the entire school’s power system was destroyed?”

  Erion smiled faintly, lifting a golden piece of roasted chicken with his chopsticks and placing it gently into Trang’s bowl. He replied casually:

  – “Indeed. And if that brat continues her arrogance, I’ll lock her inside the cube — let her taste the reality of starvation.”

  Laughter and chatter echoed through the hall, mingling with the intoxicating fragrance of the feast, weaving an atmosphere that was both lavish and terrifying.

  Meanwhile, upstairs, Lita huddled by the window. The mouthwatering aroma made her stomach rumble uncontrollably. Her pampered eyes flickered with hesitation, yet her stubborn pride flared once more:

  – “Hmph! If Father and Brother Arian don’t come beg me, then I’ll starve myself just to spite them.”

  But even as she said it, her hand instinctively pressed against her belly — where the growls grew louder and louder.

  The banquet reached its climax, laughter echoing while the aromas of roasted duck, crispy pork, and grilled chicken filled the grand hall. Just then, the sharp sound of heels striking patterned tiles rang out from the far end of the room. Heads turned as Princess Lita appeared — her posture still haughty, though her eyes betrayed both sulkiness and gnawing hunger.

  The Demon King Satan didn’t bother to look at her, simply dropping another slice of roasted duck into his bowl, his tone indifferent:

  – “The food is excellent today. Everyone, eat to your heart’s content.”

  Din chuckled mischievously, casting Lita a sidelong glance meant to provoke:

  – “Better save some room. Later, we’ll have premium mooncakes made by Yin herself. Food from her system is beyond compare—absolutely divine!”

  The Master V?nh quickly chimed in, his voice playful:

  – “Now that the skies have cleared, why don’t we go out for a night stroll — and maybe grab even more snacks?”

  Trúc Di?n arched a brow, deliberately flicking his gaze at Lita, half-joking, half-serious:

  – “I heard the milk tea around here is amazing. My treat.”

  The little demons instantly erupted in cheers, clapping excitedly, their eyes sparkling at the thought of more delicious treats.

  Trang turned her gaze toward Lita, her tone light yet cutting:

  – “If someone’s hungry, they’d better eat now. Otherwise, don’t expect anyone to offer them a thing all night.”

  Laughter rippled through the hall, echoing against the vast walls. Lita’s face flushed crimson, her pride screaming for her to disappear into the floor. But her growling stomach betrayed her. Gritting her teeth, she pulled out a chair and sat down. Her jewel-like eyes glared at the world, yet her dainty hand quickly seized a roasted duck leg — and she bit into it ravenously.

  The table erupted in even louder laughter, mingling with the crisp crackle of duck skin between her teeth.

  Still chewing, Lita shot Trúc Di?n a sharp look, her voice a mix of spoiled petulance and imperiousness:

  – “You’ll have to take me to buy milk tea later. I won’t go with Father’s foster daughter, and I certainly won’t go with that hateful Erion!”

  Erion, mid-bite, merely flicked his gaze her way. His cold eyes flashed with a razor edge as he replied:

  – “Perhaps you’ve forgotten… I have no need to accompany you. I already have the one I cherish by my side.”

  The entire table froze for a brief moment, eyes turning toward him. The silence was broken almost instantly by roaring laughter.

  The Demon King Satan laughed the loudest, slamming his palm onto the table:

  – “Hahaha! Erion, the coldest demon in the galaxy — today you’ve finally melted?”

  Amidst the rolling laughter, Satan carefully concealed a flicker of joy. Deep in his heart, his greatest wish was for the two sovereign Black Diamonds — Trang and Erion — to one day unite, their fused might becoming an invincible weapon.

  At the head of the table, Trang lowered her gaze, the corners of her lips curving into a faint, unreadable smile…

  Trúc Di?n gave Lita a sidelong glance:

  – “Did you just give me an order? If you want to come, then join everyone. But don’t order anyone around — you’re the youngest here, and your rank is the lowest.”

  Lita glared daggers at Trúc Di?n, her stubborn eyes aflame as she tore another savage bite from the duck leg. Perhaps the headstrong princess had just found a new rival to quarrel with.