Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 115

Chapter 115: Like the 1%

You’d think signing a million-dollar contract would feel like fireworks, confetti, and at least one bald eagle screeching in the distance. Instead? It felt like the end of a dentist appointment.

Charlotte slid a sleek pen across the table—one of those pens that probably sigh billion dollar deals. I grabbed it with a grin no one could see behind my mask and signed with a flourish so dramatic it deserved theme music.

Eros Velmior Desiderion.

Yup. That’s my name now. Sounds like a Final Fantasy boss who moonlights as a model.

"There," Charlotte said, sliding the papers into her briefcase with the calm of a woman who just bought a human soul off Craigslist. "It’s official. Welcome to Quantum Tech, Mr. Desiderion."

I nodded like it was nothing. Inside? Screaming.

From broke teenager to multimillion-dollar anomaly in one afternoon. On a Sunday.

God might’ve rested on the seventh day, but I just cashed in.

Mom was clutching the contract like it was the Holy Grail. Her eyes scanned the numbers again and again, like they’d magically disappear. "Seven hundred thousand dollars," she whispered, as if saying it too loud would cancel it. "Just... to start?"

Charlotte pulled out her phone with the smile of someone who’s ruined people with just a call. "Let me transfer your signing bonus." Her fingers moved faster than my sanity during finals week. Seconds later, my phone buzzed.

[TRANSFER COMPLETE: $700,000.00]

I nearly dropped the damn thing. My vision that was capable of seeing even pleasure spots nearly gave you... blurred.

My net worth had just yeeted itself past $1.6 million.

From counting change for vending machines to casually crossing the millionaire line? Bro, if this is a dream, don’t you dare pinch me.

Charlotte wasn’t done. "Before you start buying yachts and private islands, Mrs. Carter, I have a small proposal. You mentioned coming to buy a car. I’d like to take care of that. Call it... a thank-you gift for raising a genius who’s saving my company."

Mom blinked, all polite deflection. "Oh, that’s very generous, but I really couldn’t—"

"Mom," I said, putting a hand on her shoulder like a gently scolding therapist. "We literally came here to buy you a car. Charlotte’s offering because she’s grateful. Your son just saved her company from death by PowerPoint."

"Or at least gave it a reason to start breathing again," Charlotte added with a grin. "A car’s the least I could do."

Sarah popped in, bless her middle child energy. "Mom, you’ve been driving that post-apocalyptic rattle box for six years. The engine wheezes like it’s got asthma."

"And the AC died two summers ago," Emma said. "We’ve basically been slow-roasting like rotisserie chickens."

Then came Madison, sliding in like the classy shark she was, squeezing my hand with all the grace of corporate royalty. "Mrs. Carter, where I come from, we call this relationship management. Charlotte’s investing in your happiness... because your happiness keeps Peter sane. And Peter’s sanity is... well, an asset."

Mom looked at all of us like she’d stumbled into a cult—one she secretly loved.

"You’re all ganging up on me," she said, voice warm with a crack of surrender.

"Damn right we are," I said. "And we’re not stopping till you say yes."

She sighed like we’d just bulldozed her defenses. "Fine. But nothing flashy."

Charlotte raised a brow. "Define ’flashy.’"

"Something that doesn’t make me feel like I should hire bodyguards."

"I can work with that."

With the car situation settled, Charlotte gestured toward the table now glowing with tablets and screens. "Madison, would you mind setting up their shopping portals? I imagine their original mall trip was... interrupted by Peter’s dramatic stock market dominance."

"Absolutely," Madison said, already in CEO-daughter mode. She distributed tablets like a stylish tech fairy, each synced to La Cherie’s private shopping network.

"This covers everything. Luxury, practical, weirdly specific. Tap, preview, delivered within the hour. No crowds. No lines. No creepy mannequins."

I folded my arms, watching this unfold like a proud dad on Christmas.

My family is about to learn what it means to shop like the 1%. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

This is going to be better than cable.

Phone buzzed again—system card notification. I checked the balance and whistled.

He smirked, but even with all the money in his account and the luxury atmosphere wrapping around him like velvet, something about Madison calling him that gave him the first real chill of success. Not just numbers. Not just contracts. But recognition—from people who mattered.

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