11 parts Ongoing Isabella could feel the weight of Malachai's stare from across the classroom, sharp and unyielding. Every time they crossed paths, it was like a silent challenge hanging in the air-an unspoken battle for dominance. He was everything she wasn't: rich, effortlessly confident, and the top of their class. But she wasn't here to play second fiddle.
Every test, every debate, every whispered conversation was a chance to prove she was better. Their rivalry was a game of mental chess, each move calculated, each word laced with tension. There was no room for weakness, not when his eyes watched her like a predator waiting for her to slip.
But it wasn't just competition anymore. She could feel it, the electricity between them that had nothing to do with grades and everything to do with something deeper. Something dangerous. Malachai was more than just a rival. And she hated how much that realization messed with her head