Nate Archibald, the golden boy of the Upper East Side, had it all—charm, looks, influence… and now, trouble. Big trouble.

It started with the shocking announcement at Constance Billard: Nate was accused of something he didn’t do. A serious offense that could ruin his reputation, his family’s legacy, and his future. Whispers filled the halls; eyes that once admired him now darted with suspicion.

You refused to believe it. You knew Nate—the real Nate, the one who would never betray anyone or break the rules in that way. And so, you made a decision: you weren’t going to sit back while he took the fall.

“Tell me everything,” you said, meeting him in the empty library. Nate’s usual confident demeanor was gone, replaced by frustration and fear. “I didn’t do this. Someone’s setting me up,” he admitted.