Semua Bab Rich Love : Bab 1 - Bab 10

Carolyn’s POVI stood in front of Covent High School, my stomach twisting with nerves.The school’s tall gates stretched before me, their sleek metal bars polished to perfection. Beyond them, the school grounds looked like something out of a magazine—lush green lawns, towering buildings, and students dressed in crisp uniforms.This wasn’t just any school. It was for the rich, the children of senators, business tycoons, and celebrities. Here, kids arrived in chauffeur-driven cars or drove themselves in luxury vehicles.I swallowed hard. What am I doing here?At fourteen, I was the only child of my mother, who had raised me alone in a ghetto slum. Life had been hard, but I had studied relentlessly and earned a full scholarship to Covent High School, one of the most prestigious and expensive private schools in Nigeria.Now, here I was. A girl from the slums, about to walk into a school full of kids who had never known hardship.I forced my legs to move forward.Just as I reached the gate

J.J’s POVI could still feel the sting of her slap on my cheek.No one—no one—had ever dared to lay a hand on me before.The nerve of that girl.I clenched my jaw, my fingers drumming against the smoker’s table in the private lounge—a room only I, Julius, and George were allowed to use. It was one of the perks of being untouchable in this school.The lounge had a plush couch, a stocked fridge, a sound system, and a smoker’s table where we sat when we wanted to escape the noise of the school.Julius sat across from me, quiet, his arms crossed. He hadn’t said much about his cousin since we entered the room, but I could feel his concern like a weight in the air.It was funny.Julius had acted like he hated Carolyn before, but now? Now he was worried about what I might do to her.And he should be.Because I wasn’t going to let this go.She had challenged me in front of people. Embarrassed me.She needed to learn who owned this school.“Are we not going to class?” Julius finally asked, his

Carolyn’s POVI had never felt this alone before.Even in the slums, where people whispered about my strange blue eyes and light skin, I had never been treated like this.Like I was a disease.Like I was nothing.The classroom felt smaller, suffocating. Every pair of eyes was on me, waiting for me to snap, to cry, to break.But I wouldn’t.I couldn’t.Tina sat beside me, gripping her pen so tightly that her knuckles were white. She was angry. Probably angrier than I was.But she wasn’t the target.I was.Another paper ball hit my shoulder. I ignored it.Laughter.I heard someone whisper, “She thinks she’s better than us just because she’s smart.”Another voice. “No, she thinks she’s special because she has blue eyes. Maybe she’s wearing contact lenses.”I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood.They were waiting for me to react.I wouldn’t give them what they wanted.Instead, I picked up my pen and continued writing down my notes.---J.J.’s POVShe was stronger than I thought.I had expec

Carolyn's POVI moved through the school gates quickly, keeping my head low.I had fought back.I had humiliated Emma in front of everyone.And now, I was about to pay for it.The weight of my actions pressed heavily on my chest as I walked home. My body was tense, my heart pounding with each step. I had always known that standing up for myself would come with consequences, but I hadn’t expected them to come so soon—or to feel so terrifying.Emma won’t let this go. J.J. won’t let this go.A cold shiver ran down my spine.By the time I reached my aunt’s house, I felt exhausted.The massive two-story mansion stood tall behind the gated compound. The place was beautiful, expensive, perfect—everything I wasn’t.I sighed and rang the gate bell. The security guards recognized me and let me in without question, but the moment I stepped onto the porch and pressed the doorbell, I knew something was wrong.No one answered.I frowned and pressed it again.Nothing.Then, a voice—Emma’s voice—rang

Carolyn’s POVAfter reading the message from the school’s official WhatsApp group, I dragged myself to my room. The house was eerily quiet, and I knew there would be no dinner for me since my aunt wasn’t around. That was nothing new. Hunger had become a familiar companion, one I had long learned to ignore.I sighed, kicking off my shoes as I pulled open my wardrobe. My hand automatically reached for my pink pajamas—the one with delicate roses designed on them. It was one of the few things that still brought me comfort, a small piece of normalcy in a world that often felt like it was closing in on me.As I changed, my mind wandered back to what I had witnessed earlier—Emma hugging J.J. tightly. I had literally heard her confess her love for him. I’ve loved you since we were kids…I squeezed my eyes shut, willing the memory away, but it was useless. The image of her arms wrapped around him, her voice so soft and filled with longing, replayed in my head over and over again. But what frus