All Chapters of The She Billionaire In Boy’s Blazer: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Silas Vale died on a Tuesday.At least, that’s what the headlines said.The news broke before the coroner signed the certificate. “Billionaire heir dies in solo crash. Police rule out foul play. Family requests privacy.” Sonia Vale read those words on her phone as a nurse wheeled her past rows of hospital beds, each beep and hum around her sounding like an accusation.She hadn’t even seen his body.They told her he hit a metal pole, that he lost control at a bend on Goldcrest Drive. They told her there was blood. But not once did they let her look him in the eye. Not once did they let her say goodbye.The hospital smelled like antiseptic and grief. Her heels clicked too loudly against the floor. Her blazer felt too heavy on her shoulders. She hadn’t slept. Hadn’t eaten. She’d just landed from France when her mother’s voice cracked through the phone:“Come home. It’s Silas.”That was all.And now, as she stood outside the morgue doors, she realized her hands weren’t shaking. Her body w

Wearing your dead twin’s blazer is a strange kind of grief.It scratches the back of your neck. It smells like him, even though he’s not here. It fits too well, but still doesn’t feel like yours.Sonia stared at herself in the cracked dorm mirror, adjusting her collar and tying Silas’s tie the way he used to...sloppy on purpose, just enough to say I don’t care, without actually getting detention.The note from the night before still sat in her desk drawer. Folded. Untouched. Like a threat she wasn’t ready to answer. “You’re not him. And you won’t survive pretending to be.”No signature. No scent. No clue who had been in her room. But they had seen through her already. And that meant time was running out.---The bell tower rang at exactly 6 a.m., echoing across Daxton like a war horn. Sonia walked through the main hallway, past portraits of stern billionaires in oil paint frames. Daxton’s morning ritual had already begun: uniforms crisp, hair flawless, secrets carefully tucked behind

The difference between secrets and lies is that lies hide you.Secrets bury you.Sonia stood still by the tall East Tower window, her breath fogging the glass as she watched Eric Blackbourne disappear behind the hedge and slip into the back wing of the faculty archives.There were two rules at Daxton.One: Don’t get caught.Two: If you do, don’t drag anyone else down with you.And Eric? He didn’t seem like the type to break rules without a reason.She grabbed her hoodie, shoved her notebook into her bag, and slipped into the hallway. No sound. No footsteps. Just the soft thump of her heart in her ears as she crept past dorm monitors and cameras she’d already mapped out.---The archive wing was colder. Quieter.The kind of quiet that made you feel like you were already in trouble.Sonia found the side door slightly ajar, a sliver of warm yellow light cutting through the dark. She slipped in silently, her fingers grazing the wall.Down the hallway, a door clicked shut.Then footsteps.

Power was a language.And today, Sonia Vale decided she would speak it fluently.She sat up in bed, the black envelope clutched in her hand.“The game ends when the imposter breaks.”The message was printed in careful, deliberate ink. No name. No seal. No blood. Just a warning dressed like a fact.She stared at the words until they blurred.Whoever sent it wasn’t just watching, they understood the weight of image at Daxton. A crumble would be public. And permanent.Sonia slid the note into her journal, right between a sketched map of the East Wing and a list of Silas’s least trusted names. Eric’s was still circled. Twice.She wasn’t sure if she should erase one yet.At 8:15 a.m., Daxton’s loudspeaker crackled to life: “Silas Vale. Report to the Great Chamber. Immediately.”It wasn't Headmaster Quill’s voice.This one was smoother. Female. Cool like marble.Sonia froze.That voice only spoke when things were serious.Really serious.---The Great Chamber was Daxton’s most intimidating

The best lies are the ones you start believing yourself.And Sonia was starting to believe she was Silas.She hadn’t slept. Again.The photo of Rhys Vale now lived taped to Silas’s notebook, but Sonia didn’t open it that morning. She pushed it into her drawer like an ugly secret and decided for now, she’d forget.There were more immediate problems:Her physics grade had dropped by five points.Mavina was acting territorial again.And someone had updated Daxton’s social board to declare that “Prince Vale is back. But colder.”That part didn’t bother her.In fact, she liked it.As she stepped into the hallway, conversations halted. Two girls at the lockers paused mid-whisper. One even adjusted her hair as Sonia passed.She didn’t look at them.She didn’t look at anyone.Just like Silas.By mid-morning, it was raining, the kind of soft drizzle that made Daxton’s stone corridors smell like moss and power. Sonia stood under the arch outside the east wing with her hands in her pockets, watc