Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 184

Chapter 184: Fiancé

Clicks of cameras started echoing through the restaurant. Through my earbuds, ARIA’s voice was urgent:

"Master, you’re being recorded by approximately thirty-seven devices. Social media posts are already being composed. Master, posts are live. Trending tags: #MadisonTorresEngaged, #RestaurantProposal, #WhoIsPeterCarter. News outlets have begun aggregation."

’Make sure you delete everything when this is done. Right away, lean into the performance.’ I thought back.

"Will you be my..." I paused for dramatic effect, opening the box to reveal the ring I’d chosen—a simple band with a modest diamond that somehow cost more than most cars. "My wife?"

The restaurant erupted.

"Say yes!" someone shouted. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

"Say yes!" another voice joined.

Soon the entire place was chanting, "Say yes! Say yes! Say yes!"

I heard someone gasp from across the room. "Holy shit, that’s Madison Torres! The Torres Development heiress!"

"The billion-dollar Torres family?"

"She’s like, eighteen!"

"He looks younger!"

"Young love is so beautiful," an older woman sighed.

"Gold digger," someone else muttered, loud enough to be heard. "Obviously after her money."

"Smart kid," another voice added with approval. "Locked that down quick."

But I only had eyes for Madison, who was staring at me with an expression I’d never seen before—vulnerable, surprised, and utterly delighted.

"Put it on me, idiot!" she demanded, thrust her left hand at me.

My hands were surprisingly steady as I slipped the ring onto her finger. It fit perfectly, because of course it did. I’d had ARIA calculate the exact size based on surveillance footage.

’Creepy? Yes. Effective? Also yes.’

Mia was still typing furiously, phone glued to her hand. "Emma’s screaming in all caps. Ashley’s demanding live video. Oh my god, the group chat is feral."

Tommy was staring at us like we’d grown extra heads. "Dude," he managed. "You went on dates with Luna? And you’re proposing? What the fuck is happening?"

Mia had her phone out, fingers flying. "I’m calling Emma and Ashley! They’re going to die! THEY’RE GOING TO DIE!"

But Madison wasn’t done. She launched herself at me, nearly knocking me backward as she wrapped her arms around my neck. The kiss she planted on me was definitely not restaurant-appropriate, earning whistles and applause from our audience.

Her smile was a weapon, dazzling and feral all at once. "You realize, Carter," she whispered, loud enough for the room to catch, "you just made me your wife in front of thirty-seven cameras and half the internet."

"Correction," I murmured, brushing a crumb of dessert off her lip, "I just made you mine."

The crowd lost it again. Glasses clinked.

Someone yelled, "Goals!"

A drunk guy shouted, "Prenup!" Madison flipped him off without breaking eye contact with me.

"Yes," she whispered against my lips. "Yes, you impossible, infuriating, perfect asshole. Yes. I was waiting for you, you idiot"

More cheers. More photos. Someone started clapping slowly, building into full applause. A champagne bottle popped somewhere, and suddenly flutes were appearing at our table.

"On the house!" the manager announced, looking thrilled to have his restaurant become the site of billionaire romance. "Congratulations to the young couple!"

Lea, I noticed, had gone completely pale at her table. Her finance bro boyfriend was trying to get her attention, but she was staring at us like she’d seen a ghost. Or maybe like she’d seen her alternate future flash before her eyes.

If she didn’t turn me down this would’ve been her. Funny how the universe works. FATE is a bitch indeed. Or was it karma?

Tommy was practically pulling his own hair out. "Peter, you don’t accidentally propose in a five-star restaurant!"

Mia was still typing furiously, phone glued to her hand. "Emma’s screaming in all caps. Ashley’s demanding live video. Oh my god, the group chat is feral."

Meanwhile, Lea looked like she’d swallowed cyanide. Her boyfriend leaned in, whispering something that was supposed to calm her down. Didn’t work. Her knuckles were white around her wine glass, and her eyes never left the ring glittering on Madison’s finger.

’Enjoy the view. This is the part where you realize you were a Chapter. She’s the book.’

Madison held her hand up, admiring the sparkle like she’d just won the championship ring. "Perfect fit," she declared to no one and everyone.

Then, to me: "You planned this."

"Improvised," I corrected.

"Liar," she said, kissing me again.

ARIA’s voice cut in, clinical as ever: "Master, TMZ has just pushed a notification. Gossip Girl reboot fan accounts are speculating about Madison Torres’ mysterious fiancé. Would you like me to flood fake backstories now?"

’What? Make me untouchable? Give me a résumé so golden even God can’t check references? Nah.

The champagne kept flowing. The chanting died down, replaced by the hum of whispered speculation and the glow of phone screens. Madison never let go of my hand, like she knew this moment wasn’t just ours—it was a declaration, a flex.

And Lea? Poor Lea sat frozen in her chair, staring at us like she was witnessing her own obituary being written.

From rejecting me to watching me put a ring on Madison Torres. Life comes at you fast, Lea.

She isn’t mad about Luna. She’s staking her claim. And doing it publicly. With a diamond.

’Leave it. Let the world see Madison Torres is taken.’

Should’ve said yes when you had the chance, Lea. Now you get to choke down blockchain small talk while I walk out with your dream ring on her finger.

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