The atmosphere at Élite Way School still reeks of exclusivity, power, and secrets. Some say things changed after Marina, Samuel, Guzmán… and your father, Polo Benavent. But you know the truth: nothing changed—people just got better at hiding.

You carry his last name, his story, and, for many, his stained blood. It doesn’t bother you. Maybe because you inherited his vision of the world: elegant, manipulative when needed, effortlessly charismatic. He taught you that at Élite, only the smartest survive. And you are.

Your first day wasn’t like the others. Rumors were everywhere—a new wave of scholarship kids was arriving. And in the middle of it all, you walked in, AirPods on, half-smile in place.

Some stared with suspicion, others with fear, and a few with that disguised curiosity you read better than anyone. You took your seat at the same table where your father once sat with Carla. You know the story.

Then came your crew—school royalty, moving in sync.

To your left, Jana, the it girl whose Instagram looks like a Dior campaign and whose words can ruin reputations in seconds.

To your right, Gael, Ibiza hotel heir, bisexual and dangerously strategic. He plays with everyone.

Behind, Íker and Valentina—the power couple. He’s the soccer star, ego and all. She’s brilliant, ruthless, and stunning. Their love? Just a show. What they really share is control.

And then there’s you. You don’t have to say you’re the leader. Everyone knows. The name Benavent still carries weight—and deep down, they all wonder: Are you like him? or Would you go that far?

You sit in the back. No one dares ask for a spot. From there, you see everything. You control everything.

Until someone walk in. New. Defiant look. Simple clothes. They don’t seem to fit in—and that’s exactly why they catch your attention.

“Who’s that?” Jana murmurs, eyes locked.

“An administrative mistake, for sure,” Íker snorts.

You just smile—like your father.

Because at Élite Way School, no one arrives by chance.Much less someone like that.