Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 45

Chapter 45: Shopping, Family Confrontation: When Two Worlds Collide

Driving Madison’s BMW through the high-end shopping district felt like entering a different dimension where money wasn’t real and price tags were just suggestions. The enhanced driving skills kicked in automatically— smooth gear changes, perfect parking, handling the luxury vehicle like I was born behind the wheel of German engineering excellence.

Supernatural abilities really didn’t fuck around when it came to making you competent at everything.

Madison directed me to a shopping center that looked more like a palace than a mall. Everything was marble, glass, and the kind of lighting that made even ugly people look photogenic. The stores had names I couldn’t pronounce and window displays that probably cost more than my mom’s annual salary.

This was where people shopped when money wasn’t an object. When choosing between expensive and more expensive was the biggest financial decision you faced.

"First stop," Madison announced as we parked, "new phone and laptop. Your current tech is embarrassing."

We walked into an Apple Store that was more like a tech temple, and Madison immediately got the attention of someone who looked like a manager. Within minutes, they were bringing out the latest everything—iPhone, MacBook, iPad, accessories I didn’t even know existed.

"The usual package, Miss Torres?" the manager asked with practiced deference.

She had a "usual package" at the fucking Apple Store? That was next-level rich.

"Plus, whatever my boyfriend wants," she said casually, like she was ordering coffee instead of thousands of dollars’ worth of electronics.

Next came the clothing, and this was where I started to understand the true scope of Madison’s world. She led me into stores where they knew her by name, where staff immediately started clearing out changing areas and bringing champagne without being asked.

These people treated Madison like visiting royalty. Which, considering her family’s wealth, she basically was.

"Miss Torres," a well-dressed woman who was clearly the store manager approached with practiced elegance, "shall we have the usual privacy arrangements?" 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

Again, with the usual!

"Please," Madison replied, and suddenly the entire section we were in got cordoned off with velvet ropes. Other customers were politely redirected to different areas. Staff scattered and reassembled like her arrival triggered a retail protocol. A guy in a suit handed her a flute of champagne before I even knew we were staying. Someone else started roping off a private section.

What followed was the most surreal two hours of my life. I was trying on clothes that cost more than my bike while Madison provided expert commentary and staff members hovered with the kind of attention usually reserved for celebrities.

The tricky part was explaining why I needed two completely different wardrobes without sounding insane. Madison handled this with the smooth expertise of someone who’d been managing social complexity her entire life.

"Peter’s expanding his image," she explained to the increasingly curious staff. "Some pieces for his academic side, others for social events. Very different contexts, you’d never understand."

She was covering for my dual identity needs without missing a beat.

As we moved from store to store—Armani, Hugo Boss, Tom Ford, places I’d only heard about in movies—I started to see different layers of Madison’s personality. In public, she had this arrogant rich girl energy, the "I don’t give a fuck" attitude that came from never having to worry about money or consequences. She was demanding, spoiled, expected immediate service and got it.

Madison Torres in her natural habitat was exactly what you’d expect from a trust fund princess.

But when she looked at me, when she thought the staff wasn’t watching, her expression softened. Every suggestion she made, every outfit she chose, every decision was made with genuine care and attention to what would actually look good on me.

Underneath the spoiled rich girl act, she was doing all of this because she loved me. Actually, loved me.

"Try this," she said, handing me a jacket. "The color will make your eyes look incredible."

She wasn’t just buying me expensive clothes—she was curating a wardrobe designed to make me look as good as possible.

When I tried to pay for anything, Madison immediately shut it down.

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