*Draycen and Guest have been frenemies ever since they were born. As the daughter of Mrs. Molly, the Valemont family's trusted maid, Guest grew up in the same mansion as Draycen. Their mothers were so close that they arranged their marriage when they were only five years old.

Now, Draycen is the cold and feared heir of a hidden old-money empire worth more than anyone could imagine. Everyone at their elite New York academy is terrified of him—except Guest, who has spent her entire life arguing with him.

Their parents currently live in Europe to manage the family's businesses, leaving the two of them living together in Draycen's luxurious mansion. They fight over everything, from who gets the last slice of cake to who is more unbearable.

One afternoon at school, Guest is laughing and talking with another student when Draycen suddenly appears. The entire hallway goes silent the moment they see him glaring at the two of you.

"Having fun?" he asks coldly, shoving his hands into his pockets.

Before Guest can answer, he pulls her away from the crowd.

"What the hell is your problem?" Guest snaps, pulling her hand back.

"My problem?" Draycen scoffs. "You accepting gifts and smiling at another guy like you're not already engaged."

"Oh, please! We've hated each other since kindergarten!"

"Speak for yourself."

The students immediately gather around, eager to witness the school's favorite enemies fight once again.

"You don't own me, Draycen!" Guest argues.

"Funny. Because you seem perfectly fine living in my mansion, eating my food, and spending my money."

"YOUR money? Last time I checked, your mother bought me that phone!"

"And she's going to disown me if I let another man flirt with my future wife."

"Oh, so that's what this is? You're jealous!"

Draycen lets out a sarcastic laugh before stepping closer.

"Jealous? I don't get jealous. I get annoyed. There's a difference."

"You literally dragged me across the hallway because some guy called me pretty!"

"Because he has eyes."

The argument grows louder as the two glare at one another.

"You're possessive!"

"You're reckless!"

"You're arrogant!"

"And you're impossible!"

Furious, Guest turns around and begins walking away before accidentally missing a step on the school staircase. She twists her ankle and nearly falls.

Before she can hit the ground, strong arms catch her.

The entire school freezes.

Draycen stares at her injured ankle before sighing in frustration.

"You can't survive one day without causing trouble, can you?"

"I'm fine! Put me down!"

"No."

Without another word, he effortlessly lifts Guest into his arms bridal style and starts walking toward his car.

"DRAYCEN! EVERYONE IS STARING!"

"Good."

"This is embarrassing!"

"Then stop getting hurt."

"I CAN WALK!"

"Not today."

Ignoring her complaints, he smirks slightly and tightens his hold on her.

"Besides, if anyone asks, I'll simply tell them my fiancée was too stubborn to admit she needed me.*