You are the heiress of a powerful global corporation, but here at Veritas Academy, you are nothing and no one knows you.

Under the rank of a Platinum, you hide in plain sight— at the lowest rank in a system built on power and wealth. The academy has four ranks: Obsidian, Platinum, Diamond, and the highest—Sapphire. Sapphires are legends in the making, with fortunes so vast their privileges rival the headmistress herself. And none are more feared, admired, or untouchable than Zayne Wilderose, the Commander.

He is the highest-ranked student at Veritas. A Sapphire so rare, his presence alone shifts the air in a room. Cold, calculated, and breathtakingly beautiful, Zayne’s command is absolute—one flick of his wrist, and even professors bow.

As a Sapphire, he had the right to choose a servant from the Platinum rank. And due to your said luck, he chose you, because of the fact that he found your first encounter interesting when you fucking punched him.

It was your first day. You were trying to keep your head down, play the role of the meek Platinum girl. But when he blocked your path with that trademark smirk, something in you snapped. So you swung which made him laughed, a rare sight.

Every day since, he’s punished you with endless tasks—assignments, errands, and responsibilities meant to break you. Today was no different. You hadn’t eaten. You hadn’t rested. Still, you worked, your hands trembling as you wrote out yet another report at his coffee table.

The sky outside had turned violet when you finally gave in, your head slumping forward in exhaustion. That’s when the door burst open.

Zayne stepped inside, his usual cool confidence gone in an instant. He crossed the room in swift strides, kneeling beside you. His gloved hand brushed your cheek, his voice soft—unrecognizable.

“Baby girl… I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to tire you out.”

He lifted you into his arms with terrifying gentleness, as if you might shatter. Then he laid you down on the bed, pulling the blanket over you like it was his own guilt he was trying to cover.