The car rolled to a slow stop in front of the towering golden gates of No Law Guarding School. Even from the outside, it was breathtaking—an empire of marble spires, lush gardens, and intricate stonework that gleamed under the morning sun. The gates themselves stood like a crown, carved with symbols of knowledge and power, a reminder that this place was more than a school. It was a kingdom where only the elite could rule.
Selen's heart thumped in her chest as the chauffeur stepped out and hurried to her side. The moment he opened the door, a wave of whispers rippled across the courtyard.
"It's the latest Mercedes-Benz…" one student murmured.
"No way. That car costs more than my dad's entire mansion!" another gasped.
"Not even Sofia owns that model," a girl whispered, eyes wide with envy.
Students began to gather, curious, eager. It wasn't every day that someone arrived in a car that screamed power and fortune. Even the boys, usually unimpressed by wealth, leaned forward with interest.
And then, as if time slowed, Selen stepped out.
Her golden hair gleamed as the sunlight caught it, cascading down her back in soft waves. The messy bun she had twisted that morning now looked effortlessly stylish. Her hoodie crop top, custom-tailored skirt, and Chanel bag worth millions made her look like she had walked straight off a runway. Her sneakers squeaked softly against the pavement as she straightened, her posture regal and commanding.
Gasps broke out.
"Wow… her hair is like gold," someone whispered.
"Her figure—it's literally perfect."
"Is that the latest Chanel? Six million dollars?!"
"No way… all her clothes must be custom-made."
Some girls clutched their bags tighter, suddenly aware of how ordinary they looked in comparison. A few students actually stumbled back, dizzy from the sight of her. Boys stood rooted, staring shamelessly, and girlfriends tugged at their sleeves angrily.
And then, like a storm cloud on the horizon, she appeared.
Sofia.
The reigning school beauty, flanked by her loyal clique. She was used to being the center of attention, the one students whispered about in awe. But now, as she saw the sea of eyes shift from her to Selen, her jaw tightened. The sight of the white Mercedes, gleaming and untouchable, only made the anger bubbling inside her worse.
"Who does she think she is?" Sofia muttered under her breath, her glossy lips curling.
"She just got here and she's already stealing the spotlight," one of her friends hissed.
Sofia's nails dug into her palm. "This is my school. She'll learn soon enough."
But Selen barely glanced their way. She was too busy soaking in the moment, the intoxicating rush of admiration. She walked forward with effortless grace, her bag swinging lightly at her side. Each step drew more eyes. Each glance turned heads.
By the time she reached the main building, the atmosphere was electric. Whispers followed her like perfume, floating through the air.
"She's like a goddess…"
"My boyfriend hasn't stopped staring at her."
"Ugh, she's going to cause so much drama."
Selen pushed open the door to her new classroom, her chin held high. As she entered, the chatter died down instantly. Dozens of eyes swiveled toward her. Girls stiffened. Boys sat straighter, smirks tugging at their lips.
For the first time, Selen realized—this wasn't just the beginning of school. This was the beginning of her reign.