Tony(Kai actually) had never worn a suit this expensive. It wasn't just the price tag—it was the way it fit. Perfectly tailored, the fabric hugged his shoulders and sat just right on his chest. As he admired himself in the mirror, he couldn't help but smirk.
"Okay… This is...not bad," he muttered, adjusting his collar.
Today, he wasn't going to spend the morning cooped up in a luxury bedroom wondering about mystery mothers or secret brothers. Today, he was going to taste the life of the Bellingham heir. He stepped into the hallway and was immediately greeted by the scent of fresh flowers and polished wood. A butler bowed, handing him a tablet.
"Sir, your itinerary. Mr. Alvarez has arranged a full day of relaxation and leisure. Shall I prepare the car?"
Tony scrolled through the list: Breakfast at the Sky Garden Café, shopping in Ginza, private yacht lunch, and a facial spa appointment at 3 PM. It was so over-the-top, it was almost funny.
"Yeah, let's do it," Tony said, flashing a grin.
Minutes later, a sleek black limo pulled up outside the Bellingham estate. Tony stepped inside, sliding across the soft leather as the driver gently pulled away. He didn't say much. He didn't have to. Everything around him spoke loudly enough.
Sky Garden Café – 9:00 AM
The café sat on the 40th floor of the Arvo Tower, Tokyo's tallest business building. With a panoramic view of the city, it was the kind of place where people dined in suits that cost more than a college semester.
Tony sat at a table by the window, sipping fresh-squeezed orange juice while eyeing the breakfast spread—French toast with caramelized bananas, eggs benedict on brioche, and truffle hash browns.
"Sir, will you be needing anything else?" the waitress asked with a warm smile.
"Yeah, maybe a bucket to keep all this luxury from overwhelming me," he joked. She chuckled, unsure if he was being serious.
As he gazed out the window, Tokyo pulsed with life. Down below, people were rushing to work, students to school, and yet here he was—above it all, both literally and metaphorically. He wasn't Kai anymore. He was Tony Bellingham. And this world had space for him.
He leaned back, letting out a slow breath. But even as he smiled, a small question bubbled in his mind: How long will this last?
Ginza Shopping District – 10:30 AM
Next stop: retail therapy. The driver dropped him off outside an ultra-exclusive men's boutique. The kind of place where even the mannequins looked rich.
"Welcome, Mr. Bellingham," the store clerk said, bowing slightly.
Damn, they really memorized my face? he thought.
An hour later, Tony walked out with three new bags: custom shades, a designer watch, and limited edition sneakers. None of it made sense to him price-wise. But hey, if it's free, it's fashion.
Outside, people stared—not with recognition, but envy. He caught sight of a girl pulling her friend's sleeve and whispering.
"Isn't that the Bellingham guy?"
Tony smirked, raising his shades and giving them a wink before stepping into the limo.
He felt like a celebrity. No, a king.
Private Yacht – 12:00 PM
The boat wasn't a boat—it was a floating mansion.
The yacht was a gleaming beast on water—easily over 100 feet long, coated in a sleek metallic silver that reflected the morning sun like a blade. Its name, The Belladonna, was written in elegant cursive along the side, with a shimmering gold trim that screamed "untouchable luxury."
As Tony stepped aboard, he was hit with the scent of salt, citrus, and the faint aroma of champagne. The deck was spotless white oak, polished to perfection, with soft lounge chairs under canopies for shade. A hot tub bubbled near the stern, surrounded by LED-lit glass railings. Music played softly from hidden speakers—jazzy, relaxing, the kind of sound rich people played when they had nothing to do but flex.
Inside? Marble floors. Touchscreen control panels. An open bar with crystal glasses. A sleek kitchen staffed by a silent chef who looked like he came from a Michelin-starred anime. There was a glass elevator to the master cabin, and the ceilings glowed with ambient starlight, even in the daytime.
It wasn't just a yacht.
It was a floating empire.
Docked at Tokyo Bay, the Bellingham family yacht glistened under the sunlight. Tony stepped onboard and was greeted by a hostess, wearing a crisp white uniform and a practiced smile.
"Welcome, Mr. Bellingham. Lunch will be served shortly."
He explored the deck, poked around the bar, and even sat in the captain's chair for a bit—pretending he was steering the thing to Monaco.
Lunch was sushi, fresh fruit, and chilled champagne—not that he was legally supposed to drink it. But no one said anything, so he didn't either.
Just as he bit into a slice of pineapple, his phone buzzed.
CLARA: "Enjoying your day, superstar?"
Tony chuckled and quickly replied:
TONY: "Living like I robbed the cheat codes to life."
She sent back a laughing emoji, followed by:
CLARA: "Don't forget. You owe me a coffee. Tomorrow?"
TONY: "You're on."
Cloud Lounge Spa – 2:45 PM
Tony reclined on a heated massage table as two attendants pampered him with a facial treatment that smelled like heaven.
"You're tense," one of them commented as she massaged his shoulders.
"Yeah, being rich is stressful," he replied. They giggled.
He let his eyes close. It was surreal. The clothes, the yacht, the women who spoke like they were reading scripts—his life had gone from zero to fairytale in under a week.
Yet, somewhere under the surface of all this comfort, he still felt like a guest in someone else's shoes.
Not Kai. Not fully Tony.
Just… a guy trying to figure it all out.
As the session wrapped up and he got dressed again, his mind wandered.
Clara.
Cristiano.
The woman in the photo.
There were still secrets left to uncover. But for now, he'd let himself enjoy it all just a little longer.
Because in this new life, being the Bellingham heir wasn't just about money.
It was about survival.
And the game had just begun.