Genius Manager: I Can Make All Girls Talented!-Chapter 153 - - Vote

The morning sun streamed through the villa's windows, casting golden light on the polished floors and sleeping bodies. But the serenity was deceptive. Beneath it, a current of tension pulsed through the air.

Nova hadn't slept. Not really. She'd spent most of the night staring at the bed beside hers—Darius's bed, now a tangle of limbs, silk, and possessive energy. Yuna was wrapped around his left arm. Alicia's leg draped over his waist. Emma and Avery had pressed in on either side, leaving no space for interference.

It wasn't a bed. It was a fortress.

And she was outside of it.

She lay still in her pristine, untouched bed, jaw tight. Her plan to slide into Darius's orbit had met a wall of coordinated resistance. The harem wasn't just real—it was loyal. And territorial.

Still, she wasn't done.

She never played for second place.

But even as she plotted her next move, a chime rang out across the villa.

Announcement Alert.

The girls stirred. Darius rubbed his eyes, blinking into the morning light.

The villa's TV flicked on, cutting into the stillness with Harry's chipper voice.

"Good morning, maniacs! Hope you're well-rested because today... it's time to change the game."

Yuna sat up slowly, already frowning. Her eyes were still heavy with sleep, but her instincts were sharp.

"As you know, the viewers have been watching closely—and they want stakes. So we're giving it to them."

A dramatic pause.

"Today, you'll be casting a vote. Not for love. Not for fun. But for elimination. One person in this villa will be sent home by tonight."

Silence.

Harry continued, all teeth and glee.

"Each of you will vote anonymously. The girl with the most votes will be eliminated immediately. No challenges. No saves. One shot. Choose wisely."

The screen went black.

No one moved.

"They can't be serious," Emma muttered, sitting upright in bed.

"They are," Alicia replied, her voice steady but low.

Avery's voice was quiet but sharp. "This is to break us."

All eyes slowly turned toward the one person standing apart from the rest.

Nova.

She met their gaze without blinking. "So what? You going to all vote for me? Because I won't make it easy."

Yuna stood slowly, the silk sheets falling from her shoulders like water. "You already made it easy the moment you walked in and treated Darius like a prize."

Nova tilted her head. "Maybe he is a prize. You all seem to treat him like one."

Emma stepped forward, brushing her hair back into a tight ponytail. "The difference is, we earned our place here. You showed up to steal one."

Nova's smile was venomous. "We'll see who ends up staying."

Later That Day – Voting Booth

One by one, the girls were called into the private room set up just for the vote. No cameras followed them inside. It was completely anonymous—but everyone knew how this would go.

Yuna: "Nova." Her voice was calm, decisive. Alicia: "Nova." She didn't hesitate, not even for a moment. Emma: "Nova." Her expression betrayed her lingering frustration. Avery: "Nova." Her jaw was clenched the whole time.

Darius stood outside the booth for a long time, staring at the door.

"Do I even get a say?" he asked one of the producers.

The man nodded. "You're part of the villa. Everyone votes. Even you."

He stepped inside.

The room was dimly lit, almost ceremonial. A single marker lay next to a blank white card. The silence pressed against his ears.

He picked up the marker. Hovered over the blank card.

He thought about loyalty. About peace. About unity. About the way the girls had curled around him last night as if to keep him grounded in their reality.

He wrote one name.

Evening – Firepit Ceremony

The entire villa gathered outside, firelight casting flickering shadows across their faces. The crackling from the fire filled the silence like a drumroll.

Harry appeared once more on the main screen, his voice solemn for once.

"You've all voted. And the results are in. The girl who will be leaving the villa... effective immediately... is..."

A long pause. The camera panned across each tense face.

"Nova."

The girls exhaled in near unison.

Nova didn't flinch. She stood slowly, brushed down her dress, and gave them all one last glance. Her face was calm, but her eyes burned.

"You didn't beat me," she said softly. "You ganged up."

Yuna smiled faintly. "No, sweetheart. We protected our own."

Nova turned to Darius. For a moment, her expression softened.

"You could've had something different."

He nodded once. "I already have everything I need."

She walked out of the villa without another word, heels tapping with defiance.

And just like that, the storm passed.

But everyone knew it wouldn't be the last.

Late Night – Villa Lounge

With Nova gone, the energy inside the villa slowly started to repair itself. There was no celebration. No victory chants. Just the deep comfort of shared silence and mutual understanding.

The girls lounged across the couches, blankets draped over their legs. Darius sat in the center of them, arms stretched behind Alicia and Emma, Yuna resting her head against his thigh while Avery toyed lazily with his fingers.

The fire from the hearth warmed their skin, casting soft glows and dancing shadows.

"That was close," Emma said, her voice hushed, like speaking too loudly would shatter the moment.

"They'll try again," Avery said. "Different angle, different girl."

"Maybe even a guy," Alicia added, glancing toward the hallway where Matt still lurked. "They'll want more conflict."

Darius looked at all of them, the firelight flickering against their faces. They were fierce, loyal, and beautiful beyond reason. And they were his.

"Then we stay ahead of them. We control the narrative, not them."

Yuna sat up and met his gaze. "You think we can really do that?"

He nodded. "They want a show. We'll give them one. But our way."

The four girls exchanged looks—and for once, they all agreed.

They weren't just contestants anymore.

They were a team.

A very possessive, competitive, dangerously attractive team.

Back in Production HQ

Lauren stared at the monitors with narrowed eyes, lips pressed into a tight line.

"They're consolidating. Becoming stronger."

Her assistant swallowed. "Should we try another wildcard? Maybe from Darius's past? Someone who knows how to get under his skin?"

She didn't respond right away.

Then, slowly, she smiled.

"No. We try something better."

She tapped her fingers on her desk.

"Let's bring in the vote flip. Let them vote again. But this time—let the audience decide who leaves."

The assistant blinked. "But they just voted Nova off."

"Exactly," Lauren said. "And now we'll see who they really love."

The camera panned one last time across the girls in the villa, curled around Darius like he was the center of their universe.

"Let's see how the fans handle power."