She Used Me for a Dare… Now I Own Her Mother - Chapter 238

Chapter 238: The Vault
Catherine led them through the manor’s corridors, her hand still clasped around Alex’s. The vial pulsed warmly in her other hand, casting faint prismatic light across the polished marble floors.

Victoria followed behind, her footsteps soft against the stone.

They turned down a side hallway Catherine rarely used… one that led to the private wing she’d claimed as her personal domain. The air here felt different, heavier with security measures and reinforced construction that spoke of serious privacy concerns.

Catherine stopped before an ornate door of dark mahogany, its surface carved with intricate patterns that seemed to shift in the low light.

“My office,” she said simply, pushing it open.

The space beyond was exactly what one would expect from a heir of House Blackwood… and yet somehow more.

Floor-to-ceiling windows dominated one wall, offering a view of the manor’s private gardens bathed in moonlight. Rich mahogany furniture spoke of wealth that didn’t need to announce itself. A massive desk commanded the center of the room, its surface meticulously organized with documents, ledgers, and correspondence sealed with various family crests.

Bookshelves lined two walls, filled with volumes on corporate law, political theory, cultivation economics, strategic negotiations.

The kind of books that built empires and toppled dynasties.

But it was all surface.

Catherine moved past the desk without a glance, heading toward the back wall where a painting of House Blackwood’s founding hung… an oil portrait of stern-faced ancestors radiating power and authority.

“This is where I conduct official business,” Catherine said, her tone almost dismissive. “Where I meet with vassal families, review contracts, plan succession strategies.”

She reached up and pressed her hand against a specific point on the frame.

“But this…”

The painting shimmered. Hidden mechanisms activated across the wall’s surface, intricate patterns of light weaving together in complex geometries.

The entire section of wall simply dissolved, revealing a passage beyond.

“This is where the real work happens.”

Alex’s eyebrows rose slightly… genuine interest flickering in his expression.

Catherine’s excitement was barely contained as she stepped through, pulling Alex with her.

Victoria followed, and her sharp intake of breath made Catherine glance back.

Her eyes were wide, taking in the space beyond with unconcealed wonder.

The passage opened into a vast chamber that shouldn’t have existed within the manor’s architecture.

Soft, even illumination came from recessed lighting along the walls and ceiling, revealing a space that stretched far deeper than the building’s exterior dimensions should allow… architectural techniques that even Catherine didn’t fully understand.

Multiple corridors branched off from the central chamber, each leading to different sections.

Catherine’s smile grew wider as she began the tour, her voice taking on an almost childlike enthusiasm.

“Training rooms,” she said, gesturing to the first corridor. “Seven of them, each designed for different types of physical and mental conditioning.”

She led them down briefly, pointing through reinforced glass windows as they passed.

“Desert heat chamber — builds heat tolerance and endurance. Pressure chamber — helps the body adapt to extreme conditions. High-altitude simulation — for breath control and stamina.”

Each room beyond the glass showed different environments… one filled with swirling sand and shimmering heat distortions, another where the air itself seemed thick and heavy, a third that made breathing visibly difficult.

Alex stopped at one of the windows, his gaze sweeping across the sophisticated equipment and environmental controls. His expression shifted… genuine surprise flickering across his features.

“Impressive,” he said quietly, and there was no trace of condescension in his tone.

His eyes lingered on the sophisticated equipment, the precise environmental controls, the sheer scale of resources dedicated to cultivating power.

‘The Sacred Houses really are something,’ Alex thought, a flicker of genuine respect moving through him. ‘This level of commitment, this depth of infrastructure… they can’t be ignored or underestimated.’

He’d known intellectually that the Seven Great Families commanded vast resources, but seeing it firsthand… the tangible evidence of centuries of accumulated wealth and knowledge poured into advancement… shifted something in his understanding.

These weren’t just wealthy families playing at power.

They were institutions built for transcendence.

Catherine felt a flush of pride at his words. Coming from someone who possessed resources that made her family’s legendary treasury look insignificant, that acknowledgment meant something.

“I spent months in these rooms,” Catherine said, her tone mixing pride with frustration. “Conditioning my body, trying to push through to Peak Enhanced, preparing myself to handle greater power.”

She glanced at the vial in her hand.

“All of it meaningless compared to what’s in here.”

They returned to the central chamber. Catherine moved toward another corridor, this one wider and more impressive than the others.

“And this,” she said, unable to keep the excitement from her voice, “is the library.”

The corridor opened into a room that made even Alex pause.

It was magnificent.

Not in size… though it was certainly large… but in the sheer presence of accumulated knowledge.

Shelves rose three stories high, connected by automated platforms and moving walkways that responded to proximity. Climate-controlled cases lined the walls, preserving documents too precious to risk exposure. Holographic displays flickered at intervals, showing catalogued information that could be accessed with a gesture.

Ancient texts bound in materials that had survived centuries. Sealed archives requiring biometric authorization. Digital libraries containing scanned records from the founding era. Historical documents preserved through technology Catherine’s ancestors had commissioned specifically for this purpose.

“These aren’t business records,” Catherine said, her voice dropping to something almost reverent. “These are House Blackwood’s true treasures. Everything we’ve learned about power over generations.”

She moved deeper into the library, gesturing as she spoke.

“Training methodologies refined over centuries. Power adaptation techniques developed by the founding families. Combat disciplines lost to time but preserved here.”

Her hand swept toward another section.

“And here… the histories. How the divine catalysts were discovered, when humanity first learned to channel power, the rise of the Sacred Gods…”

She turned to Alex, green eyes bright with barely contained energy.

“Everything you wanted to know about the Sacred Gods and the Seven Great Families… it’s all here. Their origins, their conflicts, the wars that shaped the current order, the secrets they killed to protect.”

Victoria had moved to the edge of the library, her fingers trailing along the climate-controlled cases without quite touching. She looked back at Catherine with an expression that mixed wonder and hurt.

“You never told me about this,” she said quietly. “All these years, and you never…”

Catherine met her eyes, something softening in her expression.

“It wasn’t for your use before,” she said gently. “You chose a different path, Victoria. Politics and social influence, not power advancement. This knowledge…” she gestured around them, “it would have been wasted on you. Dangerous, even.”

Victoria’s jaw tightened, but she nodded slowly. Understanding, even if it stung.

“But now?” Catherine continued, her voice warming. “Now that you’re walking this path with me, with us… now it matters.”

The hurt in Victoria’s expression eased slightly.

Alex had already moved deeper into the library, his attention caught by the sheer breadth of knowledge surrounding them. His fingers traced along sealed cases and preserved texts, not quite touching but clearly cataloging.

Catherine watched him, that excitement still bubbling in her chest.

“Take whatever time you need,” she said. “Read whatever you want. I’ll be in the cultivation chamber when you’re ready.”