Hello, Professor Jackson!

Margaux Ysabelle Harlow was untouchable.

Heiress. Socialite. Legacy. Her name opened doors, cleared rooms, and turned heads before she even walked in. She had the power of old money, the beauty of a Hollywood starlet, and the temper of someone who had never been told no.

Until she was.

One very public, very chaotic catfight landed her front and center on social media for all the wrong reasons-and just like that, Margaux was expelled from the exclusive school she once ruled. Her parents, done cleaning up her messes, sent her somewhere even stricter. Older. Colder.

They sent her to The House of Langford.

An elite institution tucked deep in New England, where children of royalty, politicians, and billionaires were raised not just to lead-but to dominate. It wasn't just a school. It was a kingdom. With traditions older than the country itself, crests on the stone walls, and rumors of secret societies behind every velvet curtain.

Margaux hated it.
Until he walked in.

Professor Michael Jackson.

Not a joke. Not a pop star. Not someone you could laugh at-not when he looked like that.

Tall, dark, dangerously hot and handsome.

He wore his suits like armor. Spoke in clipped sentences. Never smiled.

And most shocking of all-he didn't care who Margaux Harlow was.

Didn't look twice. Didn't blink. Didn't flirt.

He was completely, painfully unmoved.

And Margaux had never been so obsessed.