Because Sierra wasn't just any Belle. She was the direct heiress of Jonathan Montgomery: the man who could make federal judges rewrite rulings over breakfast, the uncrowned emperor of the legal world. Montgomery & Associates didn't win cases; they dictated outcomes.
When Jonathan spoke, courtrooms held their breath. When he decided someone lost, they lost—careers, fortunes, freedoms.
If Phei could truly claim her—if he could break that proud, poisonous princess and bind her to him the way he intended… hehe...
And Sierra was only the beginning.
The Academy Belles.
The full, glittering roster of untouchable elite—girls who'd spent years treating him like background noise at best, a punching bag at worst.
Amber Castellano. Brett's twin, Adriana's daughter—curves poured into sin, cruelty honed to a razor. The girl who'd laughed hardest when they'd dumped paint on his uniform, who'd whispered "trash" just loud enough for him to hear at every Legacy event.
