She stepped into Velvet Creek University like a storm draped in lace.
Euphoria — 23, same age as Maggy, a haunting mirror of her beauty. Only difference?
A birthmark shaped like a crescent moon beneath her collarbone… and eyes that burned colder than betrayal.
Her style?
Ankle-length black trench, thigh-high boots, and a smile that promised destruction.
She wasn't here for education.
She was here for war.
> "Hello, sister," she said when she walked into Maggy's lecture hall.
"Missed me?"
Maggy froze, the pen in her hand snapping in half.
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The announcement dropped during the student union's masquerade party:
> "A trillionaire family will be sponsoring a Secret Heir Hunt — the winner gets unlimited tuition, a mansion in Sapphire Bay, and a black card."
Chaos erupted.
Fake friendships formed in seconds.
Secret alliances were whispered in shadowed corners.
Old flames rekindled. New enemies born.
Ochieng watched from the rooftop, standing next to his old friend:
Cassian Vale – 25, hacker, smooth-talker, failed heir of a fallen dynasty.
> "This school's about to be a battlefield."
> "It already is," Ochieng replied.
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That night, Maggy wept in Ochieng's arms.
> "I didn't know she existed," she whispered.
> "Your father did," he said coldly.
They both stared at the same photograph.
Bernardo… smiling with a child who wasn't Maggy.
> "That photo was taken a year after you were born."
Maggy trembled.
> "Then who was raised as the mistake?"
> "Maybe both of you," Ochieng said.
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The prom night came.
A red carpet. Gold roses.
Seven billionaires' children were invited.
All had a mask. Only one wore none.
Euphoria danced with Tobias Drex, her fingers drawing symbols on his chest.
> "You want power?" she purred.
"You'll kneel to me for it."
Meanwhile, Ochieng faced Delilah Moreaux — 21, half-Korean heiress of a dying tech empire, known for seducing CEOs before destroying their legacies.
She offered him a drink.
> "For peace?"
> "Only if it's poisoned," he smirked.
She smiled wider.
> "It is."
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Across the sea in an ancient fortress, Matron Linet — the woman who once raised Ochieng in shadows — wrote a letter.
> "The blood in him is not just from Bernardo.
It's older.
From the Lorian Covenant.
The line cursed to rule, loved by none, envied by all."
Back in the city, Luther burned another mansion down.
No emotion. Just strategy.
> "Ochieng will fall.
And I'll be the shadow that replaces his light."
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