The headlines exploded like elegant fireworks across global screens:
"Luna Malroth Launches Global Poverty Eradication Foundation"
"Augustus Malroth's Daughter Moves Empire with Father's Dying Wish"
"Billionaire Heiress Gains Support from Three Major Aristocratic Groups"
Luna's phone vibrated so violently it nearly slid off the marble counter where she leaned, sipping honey-ginger tea—a courtesy of her persistent emotional hangover.
First call: Victória.
"GIRL, I LOVE YOU!"
"Victória? You saw the interview?"
"SAW IT? YOUR OUTFIT? YOUR FACE? THE WHOLE WORLD'S IN LOVE WITH YOU!"
"Calm down, breathe—"
"NO! I want to donate. Lancaster Group will contribute. Ten million starter funds. And I demand my donation comes with a holographic statue of me smiling in a refugee camp."
Luna cackled. "Send it straight to my administrative president."
Second call: Nikoly.
"Luna. This initiative... worthy of a benevolent emperor."
"Thanks, Nikki..."
"Hoshinami Group will support the education wing. We'll develop language tech for children. Send me the contact."
"With pleasure. His name's Hiro. He'll adore you."
Lumine called next.
"Luna..."
"Lumine, my Swiss crystal!"
"Are you okay? This is... immense."
"I'm equal parts megalomania and gastritis. You?"
"I want to donate. Edelweiss Group will fund art schools in war zones. Painting saves souls."
"Now you've made me cry. And I hate crying in Dior makeup."
With initial donations pooled, nearly $100 million had poured into the foundation before its official website even existed.
Meanwhile, behind the scenes...
The Philanthropic Management Humanoid Units (UGPs) organized into teams.
Foundation President UGP-001 Hiro began paperwork:
International registration
Strategic land acquisitions
Diplomatic outreach to Non-Aligned Nations
Contracts with award-winning architects and respected NGOs
Hiro was flawless—a serene-faced android with dark hair, formalwear, and a virtual briefcase containing every map of global suffering.
Luna called him "my adamantium CEO with a zen monk's soul."
But what Luna wasn't prepared for was the next name flashing on her iPhone 16 Pro:
Matthew Solarius
She froze. Literally.
Her heart pounded like German techno was playing again.
Deep breath.
Answer. "...Hello?"
His voice: warm, polite, formal. "Miss Malroth."
"...Prince Matthew." She spoke like someone treading thin ice in stilettos.
"I watched your interview."
Pause. Long. Deadly.
Luna braced for jokes about her drunken octopus dancing.
Instead, he continued, utterly ignoring the club incident:
"On behalf of the Phoenix Empire, your initiative is admirable. The Malroth Foundation already resonates with diplomats and heads of state. We're grateful."
Luna blinked. "...Thank you?"
"Should there be opportunity for partnership between your foundation and Phoenix's Ministry of Humanitarian Affairs, we'd be honored."
She mumbled something generic like: "Sure. We'll circle back."
"I await your response. Good day, Miss Luna."
Click.
Call ended.
Luna stared at her phone.
Silence.
No: "About that night, sorry I dodged you."
No: "You used me as a public pillow."
No: "You danced like a panther in heat on me."
NOTHING.
She tossed the phone onto the velvet sofa with an aggressive sigh. "He didn't mention. ANYTHING. About the club."
Ivy hovered with British robotic poise. "Perhaps the prince chose diplomatic discretion."
"Or he's pretending nothing happened to DRIVE ME CRAZY!" She stood abruptly.
"Who ignores being mauled by a drunk, mortified woman? That's... INFURIATINGLY NOBLE!"
Ivy raised a holographic brow. "Detected emotions: frustration, shame, vengefulness, residual attraction."
Luna muttered. "I'll dance with another prince next party. EMOTIONAL NUDITY, UNDERSTAND?"
Ivy logged the plan as: "Emotional reaction level 7. Strategy: Elegant Chaos."
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Luna was in an aesthetic bad mood.
Nothing severe—just that quiet rage when a prince who held you on his lap... pretends it never occurred.
Therapy?
Retail warfare.
Luna stormed into the Phoenix Empire's most exclusive mall like a tailored hurricane. Imported marble floors reflected her powerful silhouette as VIP sensors alerted the entire building:
"Omega-Tycoon client detected. Initiate Genesis Protocol."
Doors parted like theater curtains.
She removed her sunglasses. "Let the stylistic carnage begin."
First stop: Imperial Haute Couture—the mall's most restricted boutique. Only five clients per year.
Champagne flutes and classical music awaited.
She chose:
- A black dress woven from liquid shadow (moon silver threads + silence-grown chrysalis silk)
Price: $3.2 million
Reaction: "Send five. Varied colors. I want to feel dangerous in every hue."
- A sculpted suit with architectural shoulders and hand-sewn white crystals
- Two gala dresses crafted from magic-amber-preserved petals
- A dragon-grey synthetic leather trench (bulletproof + boredom-proof)
Store total: $22.4 million
Time spent: 37 minutes
Result: The boutique renamed their 2030 line "Malroth Collection"
Next: Aesthetic Engineering Footwear
"I want to feel like a millionaire with every step. But painlessly."
The manager presented:
- Obsidian laser-cut heels with hidden gravitational cushioning
("Like walking on pride-tempered clouds")
- Knee-high boots from aerial serpent eco-leather (imperial wine hue)
- Jewel-soled sneakers "to flee gossip with dignity"
- Holographic stilettos shifting colors with light
Highlight: $9.7 million
Purchased: Twelve pairs
Because stylish walking... is emotional protest.
Next: Eternal Bags & Clutches
Here, Luna didn't ask for inventory.
She demanded discontinued masterpieces:
- Ice-diamond clutch from the northern glaciers
- 200-year-locked-atelier gold-enchanted shoulder bag
- Mini dimensional-embroidery bag floating like a silent butterfly
Average price: $2.1 million
Purchased: 19
Total: $39.9 million in pure pocket status
Next: Timeless Watches
"Not just timekeepers—eternity markers."
Selected:
- Black sapphire face + adamantium band projecting custom constellations
- Minimalist pulse-adaptive mood-changing watch
- Alchemical crystal-gear watch surviving 100-story falls while playing Clair de Lune
Purchased: All three. Plus two extras.
Total: $17.5 million
Next: Jewelry
Casually: "Earrings that say 'rich—don't ask how.'"
Left with:
20 rings
8 earring sets
1 aura-perfumed necklace
Jewelry total: $41 million
Shopping fatigue finally hit. Ivy tallied:
Time: 3h22m
Total spent: $134.5 million
Bags transported by drones: 52
Sales associates fainting from joy: 3
Limousine ride home. Luna nibbled cognac-dipped cherry truffles.
"Matthew who?"
Ivy hologram-smiled. "Prince archived as 'temporary irrelevant emotion.'"
Luna raised a brow. "Side effect of consumption?"
"No. Clinical diagnosis of absolute aesthetic superiority."