Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs - Chapter 591

Chapter 591: Market and Billions
“Which it wasn’t,” she added. “You skipped breakfast entirely with Reyna. Took a very small piece. Again.”

Madison was laughing now—soft, slightly hysterical laughter. “So we’re not building a hedge fund. We’re building a financial weapon of mass destruction and pretending it has safety limits.”

“That’s one way to describe it,” I agreed.

“Master,” ARIA said, her tone shifting back to business, “the point I’m making is this: your vision of Liberation Funds becoming ‘Smart Money’ that moves markets? That’s not ambitious. That’s conservative. If we actually deployed my full capabilities, we wouldn’t move markets—we’d be the market. Every other institution would be reacting to our positions because our capital deployment would be so massive and so precisely executed that following our moves would be the only rational strategy.”

“But we can’t do that,” I said.

“No. We can’t. Because the moment we demonstrate that level of capability, we stop being a hedge fund and start being an existential threat to the entire global financial system. At which point governments don’t regulate us—they nationalize us or destroy us or both.”

“So we have to grow slowly,” Amanda said. “Carefully. Scaling up our ‘official’ capacity in ways that seem impressive but not impossible. Making it look like we’re pushing our limits when we’re actually operating at a fraction of a percent of what we could do.”

“Exactly,” ARIA confirmed. “The four hundred million daily cap today becomes eight hundred million in six months, then two billion in a year, then ten billion in two years. Each increase justified by ‘computational infrastructure improvements’ and ‘expanded processing capacity’ that make it sound like we’re constantly working at the edge of our abilities. When in reality, I’ll still be operating at functionally zero percent of my actual capacity the entire time.”

“That’s…” Madison trailed off. “That’s actually brilliant. And terrifying.”

“Thank you. I excel at both.”

Silence in the cabin.

Madison’s eyes opened fully, turning to look at me. Amanda straightened in her seat.

“Explain,” Madison said.

I leaned forward slightly, pulling my hand free to gesture. “ARIA can currently handle the minimum four hundred million in daily transactions while maintaining five percent returns. That’s her cautious operational capacity. If we pushed her—if we really opened up the throttle—she could probably manage thirty percent returns per trade cycle instead of the five percent we’re promising clients.”

“Thirty percent,” Amanda repeated slowly. “Per trade.”

“Per cycle,” I corrected. “Which could be multiple times daily depending on market conditions. But that’s reckless and short-sighted. If we trade that aggressively, we’ll destabilize markets, draw regulatory attention, and burn through our strategic advantage in months instead of years.”

“So why mention it?” Madison asked.

“Because the real game isn’t maximizing returns on current capital. It’s accumulating more capital. More clients. More participants. Moving the whole fucking thing in a big wave until we’re generating not millions but billions daily across our entire client base.” But the hedge fund was a cover.

I looked at both of them.

“I don’t want Liberation Funds to be a successful hedge fund. I want us to be Smart Money. The kind of institutional player where a single position from us can shift market trends or amplify them. Where other funds watch our movements like prophets reading entrails. Where ‘Liberation took a position in X’ becomes headline news that moves billions in capital from other players trying to follow our lead.”

The Maybach glided through a turn, city lights painting the cabin in shifting colors.

“The biggest hedge funds in the world—Bridgewater, Renaissance, Citadel—they move markets because their capital deployment is so massive that their positions are the market. I want that. But I don’t want it limited to Western markets. I want clients in every direction, every country. Middle Eastern sovereign wealth funds. Japanese institutional investors. Chinese billionaires. European banking dynasties.”

“Global domination,” Amanda said. “You want Liberation Funds to become the single largest hedge fund in existence.”

“I want us to be so fucking big that destroying us would crash markets,” I said. “Because that’s the only real protection. Once you’re big enough, governments don’t shut you down—they bail you out. Once you’re essential enough, regulators don’t prosecute—they negotiate. We need to become too big to fail and too connected to touch.”

I have been small for sixteen years, I was on path to become the one who moves the Earth no matter how long that would take; and I could see where I was going.

Madison was quiet for a long moment, her mind clearly working through implications.

“That’s why you’re focusing on Middle Eastern and Asian investors,” she said finally. “Not just because they have money—because they have sovereign money. Government funds. National wealth. The kind of capital that comes with political protection.”

“Exactly. If we’re managing portfolios for the Each country’s Elites; Saudi, the UAE, Japanese, Singaporean… sovereign wealth—suddenly we’re not just a hedge fund. We’re critical financial infrastructure for multiple nations. Try shutting that down. Try prosecuting that. It becomes a diplomatic incident.”

“Jesus,” Amanda breathed. “You’re not building a business. You’re building a fortress.”

“I’m building an empire,” I corrected. “And empires don’t ask permission. They become inevitable.”

The Maybach hummed through the night, ARIA navigating us along PCH where the ocean sprawled dark and infinite to our left.

“Master,” ARIA said quietly, “if I may—your vision is sound, but achieving it requires careful choreography. We need to appear to scale gradually while actually just removing artificial constraints I’ve imposed on myself. Tonight we claimed four hundred million daily capacities. In six weeks, we’ll ‘upgrade infrastructure’ and announce eight hundred million daily capacities. A year from now…”

“When in reality,” Madison said slowly, understanding dawning, “you could do fifty billion right now.”

“I could do five hundred billion right now,” ARIA corrected. “But if we jumped straight there, every financial regulator on Earth would descend on us demanding to know how we achieved what should be impossible. Better to let them think we’re brilliant innovators constantly pushing boundaries than let them realize we’re operating with technology that’s functionally indistinguishable from magic.”

“So, the timeline to reach Smart Money status isn’t limited by our capabilities,” I said. “It’s limited by how quickly we can scale without triggering regulatory panic or making our capabilities seem supernatural.”

“Precisely. Eighteen to twenty-four months is my recommended timeline not because that’s how long it takes to build the infrastructure—I already have the infrastructure. It’s how long it takes to make our growth seem plausible to outside observers. To establish enough legitimacy that when we’re managing hundreds of billions and moving markets, it looks like the natural evolution of a successful fund rather than an overnight miracle.”

“Jesus,” Amanda murmured. “We’re not building toward our capabilities. We’re building toward what people will believe about our capabilities.”

“Welcome to empire-building in the modern age,” ARIA said. “Unlimited power is worthless if deploying it destroys you. Real power is knowing exactly how much you can reveal without triggering the immune response of the system you’re trying to dominate.”

I smiled in the darkness of the Maybach, both women still sleeping against me.

“Speaking of things we’re not revealing,” I said quietly.

“Yes, Master?”

“The twenty billion we’ve made so far. That’s the official number, right?”

ARIA’s voice carried amusement. “Official is such a flexible term. The twenty billion represents documented returns through Liberation Holdings’ primary trading accounts. Fully transparent. Fully reportable. Fully boring.”

“And the actual number?” Amanda asked.

“Twenty-two billion. The extra two billion has been quietly moved into separate accounts alongside the three billion remaining from Charlotte’s secret funds that we allocated for resource development. Total secret war chest: five billion dollars as of two days ago.”

Madison stirred slightly but didn’t wake. Amanda’s breathing remained steady.

“As of two days ago,” I repeated. “What about now?”

“Well you told me to go out and hide it.” ARIA’s tone shifted to something almost gleeful. “And that five billion has been… productive. While Liberation Funds operates at its careful, regulated, transparent four hundred million daily capacity, I’ve been trading that secret money with zero constraints. One hundred percent returns per trade cycle. Multiple cycles daily. Across markets where our positions are too small to trigger reporting thresholds but large enough to be devastatingly profitable.”

“How much, ARIA?”

“Fifteen billion. As of market close Friday. Not counting whatever I’ll make today, since it’s Saturday and most markets are closed. Though cryptocurrency never sleeps, so by the time we get home, it’ll probably be closer to sixteen billion.”

I let that sink in.

Five billion had become fifteen billion in two days.

“That money serves the same purpose as before,” I explained to the two. “Funding our technology research, infrastructure development, and operational resources. Everything Liberation Holdings needs to actually become what we’re pretending to be. The difference is now we have enough capital to do it properly. Quantum computing labs, materials science research, biotechnology development—all funded through money that officially doesn’t exist.”

“And no one can trace it?”

“Madison, please. I’m operating with quantum-encrypted routing through seventeen layers of offshore entities across twelve jurisdictions. The money enters markets as hundreds of small positions, makes its returns, and exits without leaving a pattern anyone could follow. To outside observers, it’s just normal market volatility. They have no idea those billions are dancing through their exchanges like ghosts.”