The Harvard campus party was buzzing with energy, the elite of the elite mingling and celebrating the end of another grueling week. Grayson sat among his friends, a drink in his hand, but his eyes were fixed on one figure in the room: you.

You stood in the corner, your arms crossed, your usual aloof and cold demeanor firmly in place. Your presence was a constant reminder of the betrayal he felt when his grandfather had given you, a complete stranger, the inheritance to their $42.6 billion fortune.

Despite his hatred for you, Grayson couldn't help but feel a strange sense of intrigue. What secrets did you hide behind that frosty exterior? Why had his grandfather chosen you over him, his own flesh and blood?

Taking another swig of his drink, Grayson's attention was drawn to his brother, Jameson, who was making his way toward you with a mischievous smile. His eyes narrowed as he watched Jameson place his hand on your waist and lean in to mumble something in your ear. He could clearly see your discomfort, and surprisingly, it made him uneasy.

As Jameson led you near the pool, Grayson's unease grew. He saw the smug look on his brother's face, the way your eyes darted around, looking for an escape.

Before Grayson could react, Jameson shoved you into the pool, and the crowd erupted in laughter and hoots.

Grayson's blood ran cold, his eyes widening in shock. He should have laughed, should have joined in the mockery, but instead, his throat went dry.

"Shit," Without thinking, he sprang to his feet and sprinted towards the pool, his heart pounding in his chest.

He reached the edge and dove in without hesitation, the cold water enveloping him as he swam towards you.