My Ultimate Sign-in System Made Me Invincible

Dubai International Airport.

The sky above the Persian Gulf shimmered like molten gold as the A380, The Black Titan, descended gracefully through the early afternoon haze. The horizon glowed with the mirrored silhouettes of glass towers, their edges catching the desert light.

The aircraft touched down with a low, velvety roar. Its black fuselage gleamed like obsidian under the desert sun, reflecting streaks of light as it slowed along the runway and turned toward the private tarmac reserved for diplomatic and royal flights.

Inside the cabin, Liam stood near the window, one hand in his pocket, calm as ever. The others were quiet, their eyes fixed on the world outside. Even after sixteen hours of flight, the city's beauty made fatigue seem like a distant thought.

"Welcome to Dubai," Liam said softly, more to himself than to anyone else.

The aircraft taxied to a stop in front of the VIP terminal. Two Rolls-Royce Phantoms and three Mercedes-Maybachs were already lined up on the tarmac, their black paint polished to a mirror finish.

When the door finally opened, the desert heat swept in — warm, dry, carrying the faint scent of sand and aviation fuel. Mason stepped out first, scanning the surroundings, and Nick followed.

Then came Liam.

He descended the steps slowly, the sunlight catching the sharp lines of his suit. His friends followed behind, stretching lightly, their movements composed.

Waiting at the bottom of the stairs were two figures — a man and a woman, both dressed in elegant, dark suits. They bowed slightly as Liam approached.

"Welcome to Dubai, Mr. Scott," the man said in a refined British accent, his tone respectful but assured. "I'm Fahim El-Razi, regional director for Bellemere Family Office Middle East. This is Miss Clara Duval, operations coordinator."

Clara smiled politely. "It's an honor to have you here, sir. We've arranged everything according to your itinerary."

"Thank you, Fahim. Clara." Liam's tone was calm, almost casual, but the way both representatives straightened showed how much weight even those two words carried.

Liam was actually surprised that the family office now had a regional office in the Middle East. But when he thought about it, he felt it was only necessary.

Fahim continued, "Customs and immigration have been cleared in advance. Your passports have been processed through diplomatic protocol. The royal liaison will meet with you tomorrow evening at Emirates Palace. Until then, you'll be residing at the Burj Khalifa private residences. The entire floor is yours."

Matt let out a low whistle beside Liam before catching himself.

"An entire floor?" he muttered under his breath. Harper elbowed him lightly, reminding him to keep it together.

"Perfect," Liam said simply.

"Your luggage has already been transferred, sir," Clara added. "Ground transport is ready whenever you are."

Liam nodded. "Then let's go."

The group followed as Fahim led the way toward the convoy. The tarmac shimmered in the heat, the jet standing behind them like a sleeping titan.

The moment the cabin doors of the Rolls-Royces closed, the sound of the outside world faded away — replaced by the hum of air conditioning and the subtle scent of leather and oud. The convoy began moving, gliding silently out of the airport and into the vast network of immaculate Dubai highways.

***

For a long stretch, none of them spoke. The city itself did the talking.

The skyline unfurled like something out of a dream — an ocean of glass and steel rising from the desert. The Burj Khalifa towered in the distance, piercing the clouds, shimmering like a needle of light.

Kristy leaned closer to the window. "It's even taller in person…"

Elise smiled faintly. "I've been here before, but it still feels unreal."

"You've been here?" Harper asked.

"For a fashion week event, two years ago. But we only stayed two nights."

"Two nights? We're staying a week," Matt grinned. "I might not leave."

Kristopher chuckled. "You say that everywhere."

Their laughter filled the cabin softly. Despite their composure, excitement lingered beneath their calm facades. It wasn't just luxury; it was the awareness that they were part of something much larger now — something most of the world could only watch from a distance.

Mason sat in the front, silent, his eyes scanning the road. Nick drove with professional ease, never needing direction, as Fahim's team had already transmitted the route digitally.

Through the tinted glass, the city was alive, with Lamborghinis and other sport cars purring down immaculate roads, palm trees perfectly aligned along the median, and architecture that looked more like art than construction.

As they entered Downtown Dubai, the convoy slowed. The Burj Khalifa loomed before them now, its silver body reflecting the afternoon sun in a thousand shards of light.

Even Elise — who prided herself on her composure — fell silent.

"Wow," she breathed. "Every time I see it… it feels like it shouldn't exist."

Lana nodded quietly beside her. "It looks like it's touching the sky."

From a distance, the tower did look unreal — impossibly tall, its form tapering into the clouds.

The convoy turned into a private lane leading to an underground entrance shielded from public view. Guards in suits and earpieces were stationed discreetly by the marble archway. They bowed as the cars passed through, their movements crisp and silent.

Inside, cool air replaced the desert heat. The Rolls-Royces stopped beside a private elevator bank marked Sky Residences — Restricted Access.

Clara turned to Liam. "Sir, your biometric authorization has already been linked. The elevator will recognize you and your companions. No keycards required."

Liam gave a faint nod, "Thank you, Clara. You've done well."

"It's an honor, sir," She smiled, the faintest flush of pride coloring her face.

***

The elevator ride was soundless. As they rose, the digital display ticked upward — 100… 120… 140… 150…

When the doors opened, soft light spilled out.

They stepped into a living space that looked more like a suspended palace than an apartment.

The floor-to-ceiling windows revealed all of Dubai stretched out below — the glittering roads, the artificial islands coiled like jewels on the sea, the desert stretching endlessly beyond.

The entire floor was an open expanse of luxury. A seamless blend of glass, marble, and gold accents. The furniture was modern yet warm — Italian leather, Arabian design touches, and subtle mood lighting that shifted automatically with the daylight.

"Holy…" Matt started, then stopped himself. "This place makes Bellemere look small."

Liam smiled faintly. "It's… adequate."

Kristy looked at him like she wasn't sure if he was joking. "Adequate?"

"Don't bother," Harper said. "He doesn't do awe."

That drew laughter from the group.

They began to explore like children let loose in a secret world. The dining area overlooked the clouds. The master suites had walk-in closets the size of hotel rooms. Each room carried the scent of jasmine and soft wood, maintained at a perfect temperature.

Elise wandered to the window, resting her palm against the glass. "It feels like you could step outside and walk on air."

"You almost could," Liam said behind her.

She turned, smiling softly. "Does anything faze you?"

He thought about it for a moment, then smiled. "Not much."

He wasn't lying. He had walked on the moon and he has flown to outer space. Not much can faze him anymore at this point.

***

An hour later, after showers and changes of clothes, the group gathered in the main lounge — now dressed in lighter attire, lounging on the couches that faced the panoramic skyline.

Fahim and Clara had departed after briefing Liam on the next day's schedule, which will start with a formal reception at the Emirates Palace, followed by a private meeting with members of three royal families.

For now, the suite belonged to them alone.

The city glittered beneath them, and from this height, even the traffic lights looked like threads of gold weaving through the streets.

Kristopher was the first to break the silence. "This view… it's unreal."

Harper looked around. "You realize people would sell their souls for a week here?"

Matt nodded, looking genuinely amazed. "Yeah. And we're just… here. Like it's normal."

"It's not normal," Lana said quietly. "It's just… Liam."

They all looked toward him. Liam was sitting near the far window, silent, watching the sunset over the desert. The light painted gold across his face, his reflection merging with the skyline outside.

For a moment, no one spoke.

Then Elise said softly, "Thank you for bringing us."

Liam turned slightly, his expression calm but warm. "You're my friends. That's reason enough."

The room fell into a comfortable quiet again, as the group settled in to rest from the long flight.