Mister Perfectly Mine

Ysabelle "Ysa" Rae Vergara was just another face in the crowd-an average Psychology student, a flopping not-so-lady student, and a disappointment in the eyes of her so-called "righteous" family. With her oversized t-shirts, caps, and baggy jeans swallowing her already slender frame, she never fit the mold they desperately tried to force her into. To them, she was lost, tainted-an embodiment of "sin."

But Ysa never cared. At least, that's what she told herself.

Being abandoned by the very people who were supposed to love her had left her drained-mentally wrecked, physically exhausted, and academically drowning. Her grades nosedived, and before she could even fight back, she found herself stuck in the worst possible situation: being tutored. By him.

Vexter Alexander Sinclair.

The untouchable star of the university, top Law student, heartthrob, and worst of all-the son of the school's founder. He was everything she wasn't: composed, brilliant, and infuriatingly smug. That sharp jawline, that stupidly perfect pale nose, those piercing green eyes framed by dirty blonde waves-it was all so irritating.

She wanted to wipe that infuriatingly thin-lipped smirk off his face. To mock his high social status, to prove that he wasn't as untouchable as everyone believed.

But the way his deep, calm voice slid through the cracks of her walls? The way his gaze lingered, as if he saw right through her defenses? That was dangerous.

Ysa knew she shouldn't fall. But what if she already had?