Chapter 1
It was my first day at Achievers Royal College. I wasn’t nervous—I was restless. My best friend hadn’t been accepted here, and the thought of walking into this place alone felt heavier than the crisp white shirt and formal pants I wore.
The campus pulsed with noise—laughter, gossip, chaos. Then, silence. A line of luxury cars slid through the gates, polished like predators in the sun. Girls screamed, rushing forward as if royalty had arrived.
“Pathetic,” I muttered, sliding in my earphones. “First day and they already worship money.”
Four boys stepped out, each one radiating danger. The crowd’s screams grew sharper, but one of them wasn’t watching the crowd. He was watching me.
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Inside the classroom, I sat quietly, but peace never lasts.
“Hey, you! That’s my seat. How dare you sit beside me, you poor thing!”
The room froze, hungry for drama.
“Not my problem,” I said flatly.
“Move, or I’ll make you regret it!” He slammed his bag down.
I lifted my eyes, grabbed his bag, and tossed it aside. When he raised his hand, I caught his collar instead. “Try me. If my patience breaks, you won’t like what my anger does. Now get lost.”
Gasps filled the room.
The door opened. The four boys entered.
“Kevin! She humiliated me in front of everyone,” the guy whined.
Whispers spread: “The Fearless Foursome.”
Kevin, in red—reckless, arrogant, dangerous .Cyrus, with his gold chain—tech genius, rumored mafia blood .Robin, in glasses—calculating, sharp, always watching.
And Oliver, in black—the silent leader, the one everyone feared.
Kevin smirked. “So, which girl thinks she can mess with us?”
Cyrus sneered. “Attention seeker. She doesn’t know who she’s playing with.”
I exhaled. “Yeah? So what? I’ll sit wherever I want.”
The boys laughed, but Oliver didn’t. He moved. Without a word, he sat down beside me.
“Sit somewhere else,” I whispered, suddenly aware of the weight of his presence. “I don’t want attention because of you.”
His eyes locked onto mine—calm, unreadable, but suffocating. “You could sit anywhere before you came here,” he said softly, voice like steel. “But now… you belong beside me.”
