Chapter 82 The next morning dawned bright and golden. News of Alexander Morrelo’s true identity had already spread like wildfire throughout the entire school. Everyone knew — the once “poor scholarship student” was, in truth, the heir to one of the most powerful families in the country.When the line of black cars rolled up in front of the school gates, it was no longer shocking — but it still turned heads. Three gleaming vehicles stopped smoothly, their polished surfaces reflecting the morning sun. Students froze mid-conversation, phones already in hand to record the moment.The first car door opened, and a man in a black suit stepped out, scanning the surroundings sharply. Another followed, opening the door for Alexander.He stepped out calmly, dressed in a perfectly tailored navy uniform, his posture straight and confident. He wasn’t trying to impress anyone, but his quiet elegance did it for him.“Good morning, young master,” the driver said, bowing slightly before stepping aside

Chapter 84 Selena stood in front of her mirror, adjusting the delicate silver earrings that framed her face. Her reflection stared back — a perfect image of elegance, confidence, and beauty — but inside, she was a storm of nerves.Her mother’s words still echoed in her mind like a haunting whisper. “If he really is the Morrelo heir, be smart.”She hated how her mother always managed to turn everything into a transaction. Tonight, she wanted to prove — to herself, to Alexander, maybe even to fate — that she wasn’t her mother.She brushed her hair one last time, sprayed her perfume, and grabbed her small clutch bag. The address Alexander sent sat glowing on her phone screen: Le Claire Restaurant — Downtown.“Alright,” she murmured to herself, taking a deep breath before stepping out.---The drive there felt longer than usual. Her heart beat a little too fast, and she caught herself glancing at her reflection in the car window, wondering if she was overdoing it. When her driver finally

Chapter 86 The drive to Selena’s house was quiet, the soft hum of the engine filling the silence between her and Alexander. The night air outside shimmered faintly against the tinted glass, and the reflection of the city lights danced across her face.When the car finally pulled up in front of her house, Alexander turned slightly to face her.“Thanks for coming tonight,” he said softly, his voice warm. “It meant a lot to me.”Selena smiled faintly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “I should be thanking you. It was… overwhelming, but in a good way.”“Get some rest,” he said, a playful glint in his eyes. “Tomorrow might be even more chaotic.”She laughed softly, then nodded. “Goodnight, Alexander.”“Goodnight, Selena.”The driver waited until she entered the compound before pulling away.Inside, the moment she opened the door, she stopped. Her mother was pacing across the living room like a restless cat, her heels tapping against the tiled floor. The lights were still on, and t

Chapter 88The Morrelo estate had never been this alive in years. From the moment the sun rose, workers moved briskly through the vast compound—hanging golden drapes, arranging tables across the courtyard, and polishing every inch of marble that could catch the light. The return of the Morrelo family was more than just a homecoming; it was a declaration.Inside the mansion, the atmosphere was just as charged. Florists filled the hallway with white roses and hydrangeas, catering teams rolled in silver carts, and the sound of polished shoes echoed on the tiled floor. Mrs. Morrelo supervised everything personally, her sharp eyes catching even the smallest imperfection.“Move the centerpiece slightly to the right,” she instructed one of the staff. “Everything must look perfect. This is not just a party—it’s a message.”Alexander stood by the grand staircase, watching his mother orchestrate everything like a seasoned general. He still wasn’t used to this world of wealth and power. The last

Chapter 90Alexander looked at him for a moment, then said simply, “No, but character does.”Paxton froze for a second, then scoffed and walked away.---That evening, back at the Morrelo estate, Alexander sat in his study—a room that used to belong to him as a child, though he had no memory of it.Books lined the walls, leather-bound and aged. A family portrait hung above the fireplace—his parents holding him as a baby. For the first time, he looked at it closely.He didn’t remember that day. He didn’t remember most of his early life at all.Mrs. Morrelo entered quietly. “You had a busy day, I hear.”Alexander turned, smiling faintly. “Word travels fast.”She sat across from him. “It always does when your name carries weight.”*****Meanwhile, at the Vega residence, tension simmered.Selena’s mother, Mrs. Vega, sat on the phone, her voice sharp as she spoke with someone from the Donato family.“I’m just saying, the engagement talks are off,” she said coldly. “Our family needs better