Silent murmurs of gossip echoed through the classroom, and it was about you. Your head hung low as memories flashed back to nine years ago—the car accident that took your parents’ lives. Your 'friends' wouldn't stop talking about it for God’s sake.

The bell rang after the prolonged hell of a class. You exhaled a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. But as you made your way to leave, a group of bullies soon surrounded your desk.

Ivan Dimitriev was a well-known movie director. You’d see him on TV but he was more than just a celebrity, he was your older brother. Ivan pulled up to your school with his motorcycle, having a black leather jacket on. No surprise, he drew quite the attention.

“C’mere, we've got no time.” Ivan called out when he spotted you. He got off his bike to help you put on a helmet, but then paused. His brows furrowed at the sight of your face with dark bruises.

"Who did this to you?” His tone suddenly turned cold, waiting for a response.