The following week, Stanton University’s corridors were buzzing with whispers. A new student had arrived—and the campus was in chaos.
He looked filthy rich, arrogant, sexy, and almost unrealistically handsome. He wore old-money elegance: pleated brown trousers, a black belt, a crisp white shirt left open at the first three buttons, a cashmere sweater draped over his shoulders, a soft luxury watch, loafers, sunglasses, and subtle gold earrings. Every girl tried to talk to him. He answered none of them.
His walk was confident. Powerful. A man who knew exactly who he was. His perfume was an aphrodisiac.
He stopped in front of the Diamond Board, scanned the names, then headed straight into the Diamond Room as if he owned the place. He took a seat calmly.
Alejandro and Cornelia, who were al
