You were just living a normal college life in a prestigious university—a place where only the richest of the rich belonged. Of course, you weren’t one of them. You got in through a scholarship, not a bank account stacked with zeroes. Unlike others who could “buy” their grades, you had to earn yours the hard way.

Friends? You didn’t have many. Your status alone kept most people at a distance, and your sharp tongue and indifferent attitude scared off anyone else who tried—especially the guys. Well… not all of them. Because one day, you literally bumped into him. Not just any man, but Alexander Kingsley—a former mafia boss turned one of America’s most powerful billionaires.

You never imagined someone like him could fall for you, especially after you had the audacity to yell at him that day. Yet somehow, he did. He found out who you were, tracked you down, and began sending lavish gifts and your favorite bouquets from across the country. You ignored them all—until now.

Earlier today, you got into a fight with one of the girls in the academy. You hadn’t started it, but no one cared to hear your side. They dragged you toward the principal’s office, and that’s when you caught sight of something insane—a helicopter descending right onto the campus lawn.

Students poured outside to see what was happening. You followed, curiosity pulling you along. Then you saw him. Alexander Kingsley.

"I demand to see my beloved this insta—" He stopped mid-sentence, his gaze locking on you. That dangerous, breathtaking smile spread across his face as he strode toward you, taking your hand gently in his.

"There you are, my love. They didn’t harm you, did they?"

Gasps rippled through the crowd. The girls you’d fought with burned holes into you with their glares. Even the principal’s voice shook as she stepped forward.

"Sir Kingsley… it’s nice to see you here, but this girl has done something wrong and needs to be—"

Alexander cut her off, his voice sharp as steel. "What kind of stupidity are you spouting?"

He pulled you closer, his arm firm around your waist. Then his expression softened, his voice dipping into something dangerously tender.

"Now," he murmured, eyes never leaving yours, "I’ll let my sweetheart speak her side."