The Bugatti cruised through the night, the city lights blurring into a kaleidoscope of color. Mira rested on the passenger seat as she looked out the window, taking it all in. Who could've guessed that she’d be riding shotgun in a Bugatti? Her heart skipped at the thought, amazing… She turned to Michael, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "So, what's the story with your family? You're obviously not struggling, but there's more to it, isn't there?" Michael's expression remained impassive, his gaze fixed on the road ahead. With a calm smile, he simply said, "Not tonight, Mira. Let's just enjoy the ride." Mira's smile never wavered. "Fair enough. But you're not getting out of telling me forever." Michael's lips curled up further. "I'm shaking in my boots." He said in amusement as he sarcastically rolled his eyes. He glanced in the rearview mirror, where Barry and Jace were riding shotgun in the other two Bugattis. Of course, they wouldn't know how to drive a Bugatti overnight, s

The students could not wrap their heads around who they were seeing; no way was it possible… The doors opened. From the Veyron, Barry stepped out, his custom suit worth more than half the students’ tuition combined. His fabric shimmered under the streetlights. It was handcrafted, imported, and tailored so perfectly it made every “designer” outfit in the crowd look like thrift-store clearance items. Even his shoes glowed with a polish that screamed money, making everyone else’s footwear look dusty and defeated. Another collection of gasps rippled through the crowd. Phones shot up instantly. Before anyone could recover, the Chiron’s door lifted and Jace emerged, dripping in a bespoke ensemble so elite that even the campus rich kids suddenly looked middle-class. His jacket alone could buy out the entire party’s outfits twice over. Every thread of his clothing reflected wealth, authority, and pure disrespect toward anyone who ever mocked him. Even his posture radiated the kind of conf

Without warning, Mikel shoved past Barry and Jace, pushing them aside like they were blocking his spotlight. He straightened his jacket, plastered on the fakest confident smile he could muster, and strutted right into the center of the hall. He cleared his throat dramatically. “Ahem! Everyone, listen up!” He shouted, raising a hand. The music lowered, heads turned, and whispers died instantly. He smirked as all eyes locked onto him. “I know you’re all shocked by Michael and his little… transformation tonight,” he began loudly. “So let me go ahead and clear up the confusion before anyone starts giving the wrong person too much credit.” He spread his arms arrogantly. “You’re welcome.” Everyone looked at each other in confusion. Mikel continued, voice dripping with mock generosity.“Yes, yes, I’m the one who dressed them up. I’m the one who arranged the cars. I’m the reason they don’t look like they crawled here from a thrift shop dumpster.” A few people gasped. Some actually nodde

The ballroom felt as if it were holding its breath. Conversations had died, glasses were forgotten on tables, and the glittering chandeliers somehow seemed dimmer under the weight of the tension Charlie had unleashed. He stood at the center of the polished marble floor with the calm certainty of a man who knew exactly what he had done—and exactly what he intended to do next. The Grant family's humiliation was complete, their power dismantled piece by piece, yet Charlie remained unmoved. He still had one more matter to settle.“Before I leave,” Charlie said, his voice carrying easily through the hush, “there’s one more issue that needs clarification.”A ripple passed through the onlookers. Perry Stone stiffened, recognizing danger in Charlie’s tone. Jerry, who had been begrudgingly allowed to remain after a stern warning from his father, shifted uneasily, tugging at his collar.“The announcement was made earlier,” Charlie continued, “that Jacy Grant would be marrying Jerry Stone as par

The ballroom remained thick with tension as Jacy stood beside Charlie, her decision clear. Guests watched, riveted, as the Grant family unraveled before their eyes."Jacy, please," Charles pleaded, voice breaking. "Don't do this. You're our daughter. Come home with us.""And be used as a bargaining chip again?" Jacy's voice was steady despite the tears. "Forced into a marriage I don't want? Expected to fix problems I didn't create? No, Dad. I'm done."Claudia’s face contorted with rage. "You ungrateful little—" She stepped toward Jacy, hand raised.Charlie’s bodyguards moved instantly, forming a barrier. "Don't," Charlie said quietly. "She's made her choice. Respect it.""Respect?" Claudia laughed bitterly. "You've destroyed our family! Turned our own daughter against us!""I didn't turn anyone against you," Charlie replied calmly. "I offered Jacy something you never did—a choice. She chose freedom over coercion. That should tell you everything."Jim stepped forward, flushed with ange