Prologue

The hall was filled with playful banters and enthusiastic chuckles of teenagers who were never fond of going back to school. It was stressful for them, and the summer break didn't do them any good. Though enthusiastic, they couldn't get off the fact they were thrown in this dungeon again. Not that Kingsley High was a bad school and students were not disciplined, they continuously whined about the principles that seemed to rob their liberation— or at least that's how they perceived it.

Unlike any other schools, Kingsley High had a reputation they had to uphold— their high standards made them distinct. Ranging from great athletes to students with high IQ, they'd had some fair share of competitions they never failed to prevail. That's what made them attract more parents to enroll their children in such an expensive school: a good reputation.

Kingsley High was indeed a prestigious school. This made wealthy businessmen and politicians entrust their kids to them. And the Devarauxs weren't excluded.

"Have you heard about the mayor enrolling his daughters in Kingsley?" one of the students, Freya, began to babble.

"What about it?" Caleb, the one who was sitting beside the glass pane of the cafeteria, spoke. He was clasping his phone, his gaze was attached to the screen as his thumb draw traces on them.

"I heard they're so smart, rich, and gorgeous," Freya gossiped further, as she tucked a piece of hot fry in her mouth.

"No one really cares." Caleb's apathetic tone caused Freya to furrow her brows.

"It's not just that," the other one with blonde locks cascading to her waist, uttered. "That means we will be in competition. I can't bear losing the chance of ranking number one this year," Jillian said, agitated.

The school system of Kingsley caused students to be anxious about new-comers. Oldies were never fond of new ones for they only think about the competition.

"Who are them?" Caleb asked, his tone was full of distaste.

"The Devaraux sisters."