Beautiful, Famous, Rich... Shallow.

Los Angeles, The Prestigious Awards Night.

Camera flashes illuminated the red carpet, flickering endlessly like a thousand tiny stars. Tonight, Victoria Alistair stood before countless eyes, her crimson gown hugging her figure perfectly. Her smile was dazzling along with her fiery red hair, yet only her siblings knew that beneath it all, her heart was pounding.

"Victoria! Victoria!" reporters called out, shoving microphones toward the actress.

Amid the commotion, Rebecca Alistair stood slightly behind, clad in a sharp emerald-green blazer. She didn't crave the spotlight like her sister, but as the CEO of a skyrocketing empire, her presence still commanded attention from the business media.

On the other side, Madison Alistair walked with a light step. Her flawless blonde hair and radiant smile complementing the way her shimmering purple gown caught the camera lights. As a supermodel, she struck a flawless pose—turning left, then right, before playfully winking at the cameras. With graceful ease, she linked arms with Davis, who stood beside her with an uninterested expression.

Davis Alistair looked utterly bored. As a top rock musician, he sported a black leather jacket over a band tee—hardly appropriate for such a formal event. His tattoos stood out under the glaring spotlights, and he nearly flipped off the cameras before Madison pinched his arm.

"At least pretend you're enjoying this," she whispered, her perfect smile never faltering.

Davis scoffed. "I'd rather die than enjoy this."

A little further back, Sadie Alistair anxiously twisted the ring on her finger. She hated crowded, noisy places like this. Dressed in a white turtleneck and a beige blazer, she contrasted sharply with her siblings' glamorous looks. Some reporters glanced her way, but they knew that this brilliant doctor preferred discussing vaccines and research over striking poses.

"I shouldn't be here," Sadie murmured under her breath.

Nearby, Corina Alistair sipped champagne from a crystal glass. She took in the chaos around her the way an artist would observe a blank canvas—gathering inspiration. Her leopard-print gown clung to her frame, and the golden accessories woven into her long cornrow braids gleamed as she moved.

And amidst all the glamour, an empty seat between them—an unspoken tribute to the presence they all longed for: Penelope Alistair, their late mother.

"Ladies and gentlemen," the announcer's voice echoed through the hall, "please welcome the most phenomenal family in entertainment and business—The Alistair Dynasty!"

The spotlight illuminated the six of them. Their faces were different, yet their eyes held the same things: pain, ambition, and an unbreakable bond.

Camera flashes continued to burst, casting them in a dazzling glow, an illusion of perfection. But nothing about them was fake—they were The Alistair Dynasty, a family that ruled the worlds of entertainment, business, art, and science.

Victoria stood in the center, a queen on her throne, draped in a high-slit red gown. Her auburn hair cascaded flawlessly, her lips curled into the signature smile that could captivate anyone. She lifted her chin slightly, exuding undeniable charisma.

Beside her, Rebecca radiated authority in her emerald-green blazer, paired with elegant nude heels. Her long brown hair fell effortlessly over her shoulders. She exuded an icy perfectionism, yet her eyes glowed with pride as she glanced at her siblings.

Madison, the blonde bombshell, shimmering in her purple gown, looked every bit the runway star. One hand rested on her hip while the other looped around Davis' arm. Her pose was impeccable—one arm slightly lifted to accentuate her silhouette, chin tilted just right, and a teasing smile that had become her trademark.

Davis stood in stark contrast to his sisters' elegance. His black leather jacket remained open, revealing a vintage band tee he had no intention of swapping for high fashion. His mohawk hairstyle and the tattoos on his arms were on full display, and the silver rings on his fingers gleamed under the lights. He wore his usual bored expression, yet his arms draped protectively around Madison and Sadie, a silent testament to his loyalty.

Sadie, dressed modestly in a white turtleneck and beige blazer, exuded intellect rather than glamour. Thin-rimmed glasses perched on her nose, and though she wasn't part of this glittering world, she had a quiet allure of her own. She offered a small smile, trying to blend into the scene, but Davis' firm grip on her shoulder kept her grounded.

Corina completed the formation, bold in her leopard-print gown, her gold earrings catching the light against her deep brown skin. Her meticulously braided cornrows framed her face, and her confident smirk never wavered. She leaned subtly toward Rebecca, a silent display of their close bond as the family's sharpest minds.

"Alright, one iconic pose, please!" a photographer called out.

As if rehearsed for years, the six of them moved in unison. Victoria wrapped an arm around Rebecca on one side and Madison on the other. Rebecca placed a hand on Corina's waist, while Madison pulled Davis closer. Davis, despite his grumbling, still slung an arm around Sadie, who finally allowed herself to smile.

The cameras clicked in rapid succession. Flash after flash captured the moment—one that would soon be seen across the world.