Chapter 205 – Felix
Sometimes I still can't believe this is my life.
I used to share a shoebox dorm with peeling walls and exactly one working desk lamp between two people. I scrubbed toilets in the east wing just to keep up with tuition. Now?
Now I live in the largest private residence on campus—a literal tower suite with engraved crystal sconces and real velvet drapes. I have staff. Not student aides—staff. Trained, quiet, responsive. And mine.
I sprawl back on the bed and let the plush mattress swallow me.
It's exhausting, trying to be someone you weren't raised to be. Nobility isn't just about money—it's about posture, diction, subtle nods to bloodlines I hadn't even heard of a year ago. They had years to prepare for this. I've had months.
But I have to catch up. I have to thrive. People are watching me now.
Some with pride. Some with jealousy. Some, just waiting for me to fall.
And I won't give them that satisfaction.
