HENRY
I slammed the door of my mansion behind me with such force that the heavy wood reverberated through the grand foyer like a gunshot. The sound bounced off the marble floors and high ceilings, but it did nothing to ease the fire raging inside my chest.
My phone remained clutched tightly in my hand, the message from the university still burning behind my eyes like acid.
"Due to the serious academic integrity violation involving the Luxury Resort Feasibility Project, Mr. Henry Maxwell is hereby suspended for the remainder of the semester. Further investigation is ongoing. All credits for the project have been revoked."
Suspended. Me. Henry Maxwell. The one who had spent years pulling every invisible string, rewriting every single line of this cursed story so that I would finally win.
Jasmine's face flashed through my mind again. That smug, changed version of her who had dared to stand against me in front of everyone.
