Chapter two: Secrets behind the crown
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Chapter Two: Secrets Behind The Crown
The mysterious note remained tucked safely inside Iris's blazer pocket for the rest of the school day.
Stay away from Declan if you value your life.
She had read the sentence over and over until the words were etched into her mind. It wasn't just the warning that unsettled her—it was the fact that someone had gone out of their way to secretly deliver it.
Whoever wrote the note knew something.
As the final bell rang, students hurried into the hallways, eager to leave. Laughter echoed through the corridors, but Iris noticed something strange. Whenever Declan Anderson walked by, the noise faded. Students stepped aside, lowered their voices, and avoided looking directly at him.
It was as though the school revolved around him.
"Iris!"
She turned to see Sophie jogging toward her with her backpack slung over one shoulder.
"I've been looking everywhere for you."
"I was just leaving."
Sophie glanced around before lowering her voice.
"Can we talk somewhere?"
Curious, Iris nodded.
The girls walked to a quiet bench beneath a large oak tree at the edge of the school courtyard. The afternoon breeze carried the scent of fresh flowers from the gardens, but the peaceful atmosphere did little to calm Iris's thoughts.
Sophie folded her hands together nervously.
"I know you're wondering about Declan."
"I am."
"Everyone does when they're new."
"Then tell me why everyone is afraid of him."
Sophie hesitated.
"It's not just because he's rich."
"Then what is it?"
"The Anderson family owns businesses, hotels, banks... even part of this school's board of governors. People say nothing happens in this town without their knowledge."
Iris frowned.
"That still doesn't explain why everyone lets him bully them."
"Because fighting him has consequences."
"What kind of consequences?"
Sophie looked away.
"A student stood up to Declan last year. A week later, his father lost his job, and the family moved away."
"Are you saying Declan did that?"
"No one knows for sure."
Silence settled between them.
Finally, Iris spoke.
"People aren't born cruel."
Sophie gave a sad smile.
"My grandmother always says pain changes people. Maybe that's what happened to Declan."
Before Iris could ask another question, Sophie's phone buzzed.
"My driver is here," she said, standing. "Just... promise me something."
"What?"
"If Declan comes near you again, don't provoke him."
"I won't go looking for trouble."
Sophie sighed.
"Trouble has a habit of finding him."
With that, she walked away, leaving Iris alone with her thoughts.
That evening, Iris returned to the small house she now shared with her Aunt Evelyn.
It wasn't as grand as the homes she'd seen near Sapphire High, but it felt warm and peaceful.
The smell of homemade stew drifted from the kitchen.
"There you are!" Aunt Evelyn called cheerfully. "Wash your hands. Dinner's almost ready."
For the first time in weeks, Iris smiled genuinely.
During dinner, Aunt Evelyn chatted about the neighbours, her flower garden, and funny customers at the bookstore where she worked.
She noticed Iris was unusually quiet.
"First days are never easy."
Iris nodded.
"I'll be fine."
"You don't have to pretend with me."
Those words almost broke Iris's composure.
She wanted to tell her aunt everything—the whispers, the warning note, and the boy who seemed to rule the entire school.
Instead, she simply said, "It's just different."
Aunt Evelyn reached across the table and squeezed her hand.
"Different doesn't always mean bad."
Later that night, Iris unpacked the last cardboard box from her old bedroom.
Inside were photographs, books, and a neatly folded blue scarf that still carried the faint scent of her mother.
At the bottom of the box lay a small velvet pouch.
She opened it carefully.
Inside rested a beautiful silver necklace with a sapphire-shaped pendant that sparkled under the bedroom light.
Tears filled her eyes.
Her mother had worn it almost every day.
Iris remembered the afternoon she had first asked about it.
"It's been in our family for generations," her mother had said with a smile.
"One day, it'll be yours."
She had laughed back then, never imagining that day would come so soon.
Holding the pendant tightly, Iris whispered, "I wish you were still here."
She fastened the necklace around her neck.
It felt like carrying a piece of her mother with her.
Across town, the magnificent Anderson Mansion stood behind towering iron gates.
Inside, everything was spotless, elegant...
...and cold.
Declan entered the dining room where his father, Victor Anderson, sat at the head of an impossibly long table.
"You were late," Victor said without looking up from his newspaper.
"I had school."
"You have responsibilities beyond school."
Declan remained silent.
"I've heard about the transfer student."
Declan finally looked at him.
"So?"
Victor folded the newspaper neatly.
"You allowed a girl to challenge your authority."
"It won't happen again."
"It had better not."
Declan clenched his fists beneath the table.
Not because he feared his father.
Because he was tired of living under expectations he had never chosen.
Without another word, he stood and left the room.
As he walked upstairs, he paused beside a large family portrait.
Everyone in the picture was smiling.
None of those smiles had been real.
The following morning, Iris arrived at Sapphire High wearing her mother's sapphire necklace.
She immediately noticed people staring.
Some whispered.
Others looked shocked.
One girl accidentally dropped her books.
"That necklace..."
"It can't be..."
Confused, Iris touched the pendant.
Was there something unusual about it?
Just as she reached her locker, she felt someone watching her.
At the opposite end of the hallway stood Declan Anderson.
His cold expression vanished the instant he saw the necklace.
His eyes widened ever so slightly.
For the first time, the king of Sapphire High looked completely caught off guard.
He began walking toward her with determined steps.
Every student in the hallway froze.
No one understood why Declan suddenly seemed so interested in the new girl.
Neither did Iris.
But deep inside, she had the unmistakable feeling that her mother's necklace was more than a keepsake.
It was a key to a secret that someone had tried very hard to keep buried.
And that secret was about to pull Iris and Declan into the same dangerous path.
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