INICIAR SESIĂNA seventeen years old Sera Calix was never meant to set a foot in Virelade Academy, the country's most prestigious elite all boys school. But a paperwork error gave her a chance to escape a life of serving the masters and she'll do anything to hold onto it. Even if it means disguising herself as a boy!. The plan was to keep her head down, graduate and disappear but the problem was Kael Ashbourne, her new roommate, her worst nightmare and on top of that he's the son of the president, the same man where her mom works for. As secrets build, Sera struggles to survive a world that was built to shut her out. But the biggest danger wasn't being caught but it's the way Kael looks at her like he already knows she's lying.
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"Sera! Mail's here!" I was busy chilling in my room with my legs propped on the wall when my mom's voice rang from the hallway. Her voice was laced with usual tiredness but she always tries to hide it behind a forced smile. I dragged myself out of my room, wiping my greasy hands on my jeans. I just got rejected from another art contest so now the only option was to keep looking for a part time job to support our bills. I got out and saw an envelope, from the look of ut, the envelope seemed fancy and I bet this wasn't meant for me, maybe the mailman made a mistake . I reached for it and it was thick and heavy. It was sealed with a silver button of virelade Academy, the kind of calligraphy that only the rich were used to. I only see this type of writing only in movies and in my dreams . My finger trembled slightly as I opened it. Inside was a letter with other papers, I took a letter first VIRELADE ACADEMY est. 1746 To Mr:Seth Calix Date: july 1st 2025 Dear Mr Calix, We are pleased to inform you, that you have been selected into virelade Academy under our scholarship program. Inside you'll find your admission certificate, travel details and all required documents. Welcome to a future unlike any other! Sincerely, Dr. Cedric Miller Headmaster Virelade Academy Seth? Seth Calix? I was utterly confused! I was Calix yes, but not Seth Calix!. There might be a mistake. This letter was meant for a boy called Seth Calix who happened to have the same last name as mine but on the bright side... This was an opportunity for me! I could feel my mom's eyes on me " who is it from Sera?" She asked while drying her hands on her apron. I smiled and blurted out a lie way smoothly than I had imagine. "It's scholarship letter mom!. I got into St helia's prep!" I said. I couldn't say the letter was from virelade and I was going to disguise myself as a boy! That would be a suicide mission. She gasped, her eyes welling with tears and pride. "really? Oh my God! Sera" she enveloped me in a warm hug. I felt bad for lying to my mom but this was my one and only chance to secure a better future for us, and I couldn't afford any kind of mistake. "So when do you want to report? We should also go to buy you some school needs like towels, uniform, books..." "Mom!chill. I'll just go by myself,you have to go to work remember? I'll be fine by myself". I cut my mom who continued to ramble excitedly. "Are you sure? I can take a leave today and come with you". My mom beamed,she was so excited because we've been trying so hard to get a chance like this, except she doesn't know that I'm going to an all boys school. I reached out for her and hugged her again. "Yes Mom, I'll be fine. You just go or you might be late to work again!" She nodded slipping into her shoes and took her tote bag "okay I'll see you later! Be careful okay? Bye!" She disappeared out of the door. I let out a breath of relief I didn't know I was holding into. I went back to my room and took out all of my savings. "This might be enough for everything as long as I they're cheap!" I murmured. I decided to go to buy uniforms, both from virelade and St helia. Virelade Academy uniform was an elegant black trousers white shirt and dark blue blazer with a maroon tie. While St helia was a matching maroon short skirt and a blazer without a tie I picked up the cheapest versions of everything else Ill need shoes, socks, notebooks, a plain backpack. Nothing with brand names or shine. We didnât have that kind of money and luxury, and Iâd already pushed the limits by convincing Mom that St. Helia required a registration f*e. I felt a pinch of guilt when she handed over the cash, her fingers lingering a second too long on the bills before letting go. After returning home, I made sure to put the St. Helia uniform to the top of the bag and tucked the Virelade one beneath it because I didn't want my mom to find out about it . Mom was in the kitchen, excitedly humming her favorite song, her back was to me as she stirred something in the pot probably lentil stew again. I hate lentils! âDid you get everything, sweetheart?â she called without turning around. âYeah,â I said, forcing a smile as I placed the bag by my bedroom door. â I got everything I need.â I didnât mention that I was starting school at a place where no girl had ever set foot or that my acceptance wasnât meant for me at all. Mom didn't have to know that, everything was going according to plan and in two days I'll going to virelade Academy.Kaelâs POVThe first thing you learn when you're living at Virelade is that privacy is a myth and the second thingis control is everything.Which is why the sight that greeted me when I stepped out of the bathroom made me stop dead in my tracks.He was already in the room...my room, Seth?,my new roommate,he was the unwanted addition to my otherwise perfect arrangement.It was almost laughable out off all the people they couldâve paired me with, they picked him? A kid who looked like he belonged in pet store playing with puppies not here, in the most elite academy in the country. He was standing there with that wide eyed look, dragging in his bag with him. I didnât bother hiding my disapproval, because when I hate something I show it not trying to hide like a coward.Theo,loud and irritating as always was lingering in the doorway. âIâm so sorry, bro,â he said to Seth, âText me if you survive.âDramatic as hell!. But I didn't blame him at all, I have that kind of impression on people
âSeraâs POVThree Months Later âThe bells of St. Judeâs Academy rang out, signaling the official end of the term. The air was filled with the scent of blooming jacarandas and the frantic energy of students ready for the long holiday.âI was walking across the manicured lawn with Maya and Chloe, my two closest friends at my new school. This time, I wasn't hunched over. I wasn't hiding behind a binder or a fake name. My hair was tied back, my uniform skirt fluttered in the breeze, and I was laughing at a joke Chloe had just told about our physics teacher.â"Oh. My. God," Maya suddenly whispered, her hand gripping my arm so hard it bruised. "Sera, look. Who are they?"âI followed her gaze toward the main gates and time seemed to stop.âParked at the curb were two sleek, black cars that looked like they belonged in a fashion motorcade. Leaning against them were four boys who looked like they had stepped straight off a high-fashion runway.âAlexander was leaning against the lead car, loo
âSeraâs POVâThree months.âThat was how long it had been since the iron gates of Virelade slammed shut behind me. Three months of scrubbing floors, avoid the neighbors' whispers, and watching the bruise on my soul and my cheekâslowly fade. My mother and I lived in a strained, fragile silence, a truce built on the fact that I was now working two jobs just to keep us afloat.âThe summer heat was thick as I knelt on the kitchen floor, wringing out a grey rag. The soap stung the small cuts on my hands. I wasn't Sera the student anymore. I was Sera the ghost.âDing-dong.âI froze. We never had visitors. The only people who rang our bell were bill collectors or the occasional stray salesman.â"Sera! The door!" my mother called from the back room, her voice weary.âI wiped my hands on my apron, pushed a stray lock of hair behind my ear, and pulled open the heavy wooden door.âThe breath left my lungs so fast I stumbled back against the wall.âStanding on our humble porch, looking entirely
âKaelâs POVâThe speedometer on the dash of my Porsche was climbing toward numbers that should have been impossible on these winding mountain roads, but I didnât care. My lungs felt like they were full of broken glass. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Sera, standing in that locker room, looking like a shattered ghost.âI didn't stop until I reached the iron-wrought gates of the Presidential Estate. I didn't wait for the guards to open them; I honked until they scrambled out of their booths, looking terrified.âI burst into my fatherâs study without knocking. The room smelled of expensive cigars and old, dusty power. My father, the President, didn't even look up from his desk.â"You're late for the evening briefing, Kael," he said, his voice a smooth, terrifying calm. "And you smell like a common street racer."â"You did it," I spat, my hands trembling as I gripped the back of a leather chair. "You called the Headmaster. You authorized the expulsion. You knew, didn't you? Juliette t
Kael's POVI didnât stop running until my lungs burned and my chest felt like it was about to split open.The night air slapped against my face as I burst out of the dorm building. I bent over with my hands on my knees, breathing hard, trying to get my head straight.It didnât work.Nothing worked
Sera POVâHey, Seth⌠did you see that?â Lucaâs voice cut through the chatter of the cafeteria, close enough that I could feel the warmth of his presence.I looked up from my tray, forcing a neutral smile. âUh⌠what?âHe leaned casually on the edge of the table, eyes sparkling with mischief. âNothi
Luca povIâve always thought of myself as funny, charming, a little reckless that people donât take me seriously, and thatâs was my advantage. But Seth⌠Seth isnât like anyone else. And somehow, despite my best efforts, Iâve been hit square in the chest by a realization I didnât expect I care.Re
Sera pov đKaelâs voice still echoed in my ears even after he stormed out and never returned to our room again. "Youâre sitting too close to him" Even now, as we walked toward the cafeteria to get dinner I could feel his presence at my back. Alexander was walking ahead with hands in his pocket






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