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" The Inter school mattered too much because whoever won it had the choice of which clan or families disappeared, the last family finished last year was that of Venus, who were relatives of the Pluto family, this due to the alliance of the first school and fifth, in attacking the sixth school, since it was the one that still had its 12 gods and 6 clans. On the day of school, Luck got up and went to the gym and to his surprise Diana was already exercising, she was lifting weights with a weight of 50 kg, each dumbbell, "fence I think I will not mess with you," Diana ignored him, and Luck got on the treadmill and started running on an incline, it only lasted 10 minutes, finishing he wiped his f

Her gaze dropped to his hands—long fingers, one twitching subtly before going still. “You sure talk a lot for someone who wasn’t invited,” Joy cut in, sweet but venomous. Hannah’s eyes slid toward her. “And you’re defensive for someone who doesn’t feel threatened.” Joy smiled back. “Careful. You’re almost interesting.” “I’m just curious,” Hannah said, brushing imaginary lint from her sleeve. “House Six is... what’s the word? Elite.” “You could’ve asked Adonis,” Joy snapped. “I could have,” Hannah agreed breezily. “But he’s polished. Predictable. I like mystery.”

Half an hour later, I arrived at the in-patient ward on the third floor. Before I could open the door and enter, Marco’s voice drifted from the other side of the wooden frame. “Lorenzo, you went too far this time. The money was set aside for your wedding with Naomi. It’s a million bucks. Did you give every last penny to Gianna to get the penthouse? Aren’t you terrified that Naomi’s going to dump you for standing her up today, too?

When I opened the door to Room 1005, I almost thought I had walked into a club. The entire room was shrouded in darkness, illuminated only by the dim glow of chandeliers—an elegant attempt to heighten the atmosphere. And, of course, people were flirting everywhere. I thought my entrance would go unnoticed, but a figure suddenly stepped in front of me. “Madam,” a low voice said. I looked up. He was tall and muscular, built like a giant. I knew him. He was Vercel's right-hand man and bodyguard.

I say humbly. “Noah’s having his extra lesson at the moment, but if you come in, I’ll give you his bag.” I follow her into the empty classroom, which smells of wood and paint and Play-Doh. The assistant teacher, Ellen, is tidying away some plastic counters and she beams up at me. Ellen has a high-salaried husband in banking and is a great fan of five-star hotels. She reads the magazine every month and is always questioning me about the latest spa treatments and whether Dubai is over.

I turned to see Emery strutting from the school gates, his designer uniform pristine, his smirk dripping with arrogance. Jack ruffled his hair. "Perfect timing, bud. This guy claims our car is his. What's your take?" "I know his type," Emery scoffed, his tone too old for his years. "A kid in my class brags about being loaded but can't even afford a decent toy." He sized me up like I was roadkill. "Mister, you know how much this car costs? My mom says it's worth a house. Look in the mirror and tell me you can afford it."

Eighty. When the class ended and the room emptied almost immediately as students gathered their bags and moved toward the doors, Elara lingered. She watched Adrian pack his papers, his movements precise, deliberate, and she waited, heart thrumming, for the moment she’d been rehearsing in her mind since receiving her grade. “Professor Moore?” she asked, her voice slightly tight, almost betraying her nerves. He glanced up, a faint smile brushing his lips. “Yes, Elara. Everything okay?”

Luckily, the next day she had no classes, so she grabbed her schedule from the front desk, had breakfast in the cafeteria, and went out for some shopping. Grand Elite Academy was on the outskirts of the main city and was surrounded by small towns. Innessa bought some fake vines, fairy lights, and some double-sided sticky tape. On her way back, she had an iced latte. Stepping inside her room, she removed her shoes, placed them aside, and padded inside barefoot. She checked her banking app once before she got to work.

"It’s not worth it. He’s just looking for attention." ​"He's looking for a hospital bed," Jax snapped. "Look at him, Chloe. He’s staring at you." ​POV: Elias ​I could feel her panic from across the room. It was like a physical heat radiating off the "Elite Table." ​I sat down at a table right in the center of the room—neutral ground. I didn't have a tray. I didn't have a book. I just had the gold. ​"Hey, Elias," a girl from my Lit class whispered, her eyes wide. "Are you... okay? You’re sitting in the senior section."