My SuperVillain System: Building Legion of SSS-Ranked SuperHeroines
Chapter 105 - Seleyena’s Principles

Chapter 105: Chapter 105 - Seleyena’s Principles

The air in the hospital room felt colder than it should. The kind of cold that settled in bones, not skin.

Thalia didn’t move at first, even after Ermond closed the door behind him with a soft, decisive click.

Cruxius sat upright, legs lazily crossed beneath the hospital blanket, his eyes half-lidded as he watched her in silence. The flickering light above cast shifting shadows over his jawline—sharp, unreadable.

He finally broke the silence.

"You saw, didn’t you?"

Thalia’s chin lifted slowly. Her expression didn’t crack—stubborn as always—but her voice was tight.

"I did. Not surprised though. That’s who you are, right? Cruxius Blac. Always taking what he wants."

There was venom there. But it wasn’t fresh—it tasted like something dredged up from old wounds.

Before he could reply, a voice cut in.

"It wasn’t his fault!" Seleyena’s voice wavered slightly as she stepped back into the room. Her white coat swished behind her like a ghost’s trailing veil. Her eyes darted between the two of them, nervous and too wide.

"I kissed him," she said quickly—too quickly. "Don’t blame him for it. It was my mistake."

Thalia turned slowly toward her, an unimpressed arch to her brow. Her lips curled into something between a smirk and a snarl. Her eyes dipped downward—scanning Seleyena’s disheveled blouse, the faint smudge of lipstick on her chin, the trembling fingers she tried to hide.

Then Thalia clicked her tongue. Once. Soft. Dismissive.

She looked back at Cruxius.

"So, you finally found someone else to enjoy, huh?"

Cruxius didn’t flinch.

He looked at her, steady. Then tilted his head, the barest trace of something unreadable tugging at his lips.

"I am like that," he said. "You’re not wrong."

Then came the dagger.

"But why does it matter to you?"

Thalia blinked.

Something in her throat caught. Her fingers twitched at her sides before curling into small, helpless fists. But she didn’t answer him.

Not at first.

And then she snapped.

"What matters is what you did to me!" she yelled, the force of her voice cracking the silence like a whip.

She took a step forward, her emerald eyes bright with rage—and something else beneath it. Something raw.

"You—you used me!" she shouted again, each syllable like a stone hurled from a trembling hand. "Do you think I forgot? That night... my sister, she drugged me, you—" her voice broke, just barely, "—you didn’t stop it. You didn’t stop yourself. You ruined me!"

She looked like she wanted to punch him.

To slap him. To scream until the pain drained out.

But instead, her body sagged slightly. Her fists loosened, her breathing ragged.

Tears welled in one eye—just one—and she wiped it away with a violent swipe of her sleeve, teeth clenched.

"I hate this," she muttered. "I hate you."

Then she turned sharply, her boots clicking hard against the tile as she moved to leave.

But she didn’t make it to the door.

"It was me!" Seleyena’s voice rang out, piercing and desperate. "I was the one who kissed him! He—he didn’t even pull me in. He just sat there and took it. You want the truth? You want to yell at someone? Then yell at me!"

Thalia froze mid-step.

Slowly, her hand fell away from the doorknob. She turned—partially—her expression shadowed now, unreadable.

Cruxius hadn’t said a word. His eyes were still locked on Thalia, unmoving.

Seleyena stepped forward. She looked at Thalia with trembling urgency.

Seleyena took a breath, steadying her voice, though her fingers fidgeted slightly at her sides—tugging at the seam of her coat like she was holding herself together.

"Thalia... when you came to me that time in the hospital—when you told me everything, about being drugged, about the way he used you—I listened. I gave you my help. I said I understood."

Thalia’s jaw tightened at the reminder. Her arms crossed defensively over her chest, and out of respect for Dr. Seleyena, she stood to hear her out, even though she was far more inclined to leave.

Her posture was straight, too straight—like she needed to hold herself upright or she might fall apart.

"You did," she said sharply. "You even helped me escape."

"I did," Seleyena nodded slowly, voice softer now. Her gaze dropped to the floor before rising again to meet Thalia’s. "But not for the reasons you thought."

That made Thalia blink.

She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, like her balance had tilted. Her brows pinched slightly. "What... do you mean?"

"I wasn’t just worried about you," Seleyena said, a faint tremble slipping into her voice. "I was... jealous."

Thalia’s breath caught.

Her eyes widened, not in anger—but disbelief. "What?"

Seleyena exhaled like she’d been holding it in for days. "I know how it sounds. But I—"

"Stop, Doctor. I think I’m getting this..." Thalia’s jaw tightened.

Her eyes flicked back to Cruxius—who still hadn’t moved.

Her voice dropped into a biting whisper.

"Don’t lie to me, Doctor. I know you. And I know him. He must’ve—he had to have forced you—"

"No!" Seleyena cut in, louder this time, her voice cracking.

Her fingers clenched the edge of her coat like a lifeline. Her eyes—wet now—shined with something fierce and pained.

"No. He didn’t force me. I don’t understand why you are so blind, Thalia... even I could see how much he cares for you..."

"What—?" Thalia didn’t get the chance to speak up.

Seleyena took another step, voice sharper now, her eyes locked on Thalia with a kind of brutal honesty that made it hard to look away.

"Do you even realize what kind of man he is, Thalia? What kind of power he has?"

Thalia said nothing, her throat tightening—she knew Cruxius was super rich. But her fists clenched at her sides.

Seleyena didn’t wait. And as if reading a script, her eyes unnoticed by Thalia moved toward her palm, where she recited the words written on her milky white skin by Cruxius a moment ago.

Seleyena recited, lips bitten, as if it were a test to prove herself.

"He’s not just rich. He’s untouchable. Cruxius Blac is the heir of one of the wealthiest families on the planet. If he wanted to, he could’ve made you disappear. He could’ve kept you locked up in a mansion, naked, drugged, on your knees, and no one would ever come looking. Not your stepmother, not your sister, not even the law."

Thalia flinched.

But Seleyena kept going, her eyes locked on the other hand, reading the next paragraph while keeping her posture firm—determined not to disappoint Cruxius.

He had given her a chance, and she needed to fulfill it.

To prove that she loved him.

"He could’ve taken that night—and used it against you. Over and over. You think he’d be afraid to leak it? That he has more to lose? No. He’d leak your image. Blur his own. Claim it was fake. Pay ten firms to scrub your name from the internet. And the world would move on."

"Stop—" Thalia muttered weakly, her hands loosening as the first image of Doctor Seleyena began breaking apart in her mind.

The respectful woman who had once supported her was now tangled in the realization of her own helplessness and weakness resurfacing.

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