He’d be captivated by her at first sight, swept away by her beauty. He would pull her into his arms, press her against the wall, and with a deep, magnetic voice, say, "Be mine." Then, without another word, he would claim her lips in a dominant, passionate kiss.
They’d be married in a whirlwind romance, she’d beco Mrs. Rex, and they’d have two beautiful children—no, three. Actually, four might be okay if he liked big families. She’d already chosen baby nas. And they’d live happily ever after in a mansion where love blood like spring every day.
But alas... fate was cruel.
Instead of Rex, the door was opened by a towering wall of muscle with a stern expression and cold, assessing eyes. He was so tall and broad that he blocked out the light behind him. The romantic wind? Nowhere to be found. The cherry blossoms? Obliterated. Ti didn’t slow—her dream did. Shattered. Completely. All her fantasies shattered like glass.
She stood frozen, stunned beyond words.
Kaelan, unaffected by the silent collapse of her fantasies, continued to inspect each mber of the delivery team with the seriousness of a secret service agent. Only after confirming their badges and verifying that they were indeed from Luvation and not soone impersonating, did he finally step aside and allow them in.
Everyone else entered promptly... except for the poor girl, who was still frozen like soone had unplugged her brain.
It wasn’t until the colleague behind her gently nudged her arm that she snapped out of it. She blinked, stumbled forward absentmindedly, and stepped inside—still processing the emotional carnage.
anwhile, upstairs, Rex had already heard the door. He calmly descended the staircase, his movents unhurried, the soft lighting above casting shadows across his chiselled face. The mont the female staff mber caught sight of him, her heart skipped several beats.
There he was.
Descending like a prince from his ivory tower, every step asured, every movent elegant yet commanding. Her heart pounded furiously against her ribs, threatening to leap out of her chest. The mont she’d been dreaming of was finally here. Ti seed to slow again. The world faded. The voices of her colleagues, the quiet murmur of conversation, the slight creak of the wooden floor—everything disappeared. There he was her prince charming.
Rex, unaware of the ntal telenovela playing out before him, walked up and stood directly in front of her.
He tilted his head slightly.
She was staring.
Still and silent.
He waved a hand in front of her face, brows faintly raised. No reaction. Just as he was about to say sothing, another staff mber—visibly embarrassed—stepped forward and gently nudged her again. She jolted awake as if coming out of hypnosis, only to find Rex standing inches away from her.
Her brain short-circuited.
Before the silence could stretch into awkwardness, another staff mber quickly stepped in and spoke up, "Hello, sir. We’re from Luvation. Thank you for shopping with us. We’re honored to have you as a client. This—" she held out a sleek, gleaming black-and-gold card, "—is our exclusive Gold Card. With this, you’re entitled to a 30% discount at any of our branches worldwide."
Rex raised an eyebrow. He took the card between his fingers, feeling its weight and premium texture. The card practically oozed luxury.
Still, sothing didn’t quite add up.
"If I rember correctly..." he said with a faint smile, "doesn’t the Gold Card usually require a minimum spend of a million? Pretty sure I haven’t gone that far into fashion bankruptcy just yet."
The staff mber chuckled nervously. "Yes, normally the spending threshold is one million. But our manager personally applied for this card on your behalf."
"Oh?" Rex muttered, eyes narrowing slightly as he examined the elegant card again. Seraphina, huh... seems like she’s taking more seriously than I thought.
Still, he kept a straight face and nodded. "Thanks."
From the mories he’d inherited, he knew this wasn’t just so fancy loyalty card. No, this was a golden ticket into the world of silk-threaded secrets and champagne-soaked soirées.
This card wasn’t about discounts, discounts were just formalities, the rich don’t care about these petty discounts. it was more about access...access to higher society.
In high society, just flashing this card was enough to turn heads. It was a statent: "I belong here." And that alone was why it was so valuable. Most people couldn’t even get one after spending a million. The company still reviewed your profile, checked your status, your style, and they could still deny you. Why? Because the card wasn’t really about the money—it was about exclusivity.
This card was an invitation. A subtle nod from the elite saying, You’re one of us now.
So of the brand’s top-tier products weren’t even available unless you had this card. Limited editions, designer exclusives, bespoke customizations—if you didn’t have the card, you didn’t even know they existed. And that was just the start.
Cardholders got VIP seats at international fashion shows, first dibs on unreleased collections, and invites to private parties where celebrities, influencers, and industry giants mingled like it was casual Friday.
It was basically Willy Wonka’s golden ticket—except instead of chocolate, you got couture, clout, and clinking glasses with supermodels.
Guess I’ll have to drop by and thank her personally, Rex thought, already making a ntal note to swing by Luvation soon.
anwhile, the staff continued their job with surprising dedication. They didn’t just dump the boxes and run—they carefully unpacked everything, placing each item in Rex’s wardrobe like curators arranging pieces in a museum. Folding, hanging, even color-coordinating. It was almost ceremonial.
Once every item was placed to perfection, they bowed politely and were about to leave, Rex gave victor a signal, who imdiately understood and stepped forward and gave everyone generous tip, so generous that even the staff was stunned, they didn’t expect a routine work to earn them so much, and don’t forget they still had commission from the mountain of clothes he bought.
They bowed again, but this ti with extre respect and awe and took their leave.
The female staff mber, whoever, was still dazed, and gave Rex one last long look, before being gently guided out by her colleague—head slightly lowered, eyes blank, like the tragic heroine of a romantic cody.
The door closed behind them, leaving Rex standing in his living room with a gold card in his pocket, a newly filled wardrobe upstairs, and the faint scent of luxury perfu lingering in the air.
He glanced at the card again and gave a low chuckle.
"Not bad for a shopping trip," he muttered.
Now he had two cards, both an entry to high society. "It seems like spending money is the right way to enter high society," he chuckled, amused by his own thoughts.
(End of Chapter)
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