He’s the name on every headline—the world’s most talked-about soccer player. Luca Moretti is tall, insanely muscular, and unfairly good-looking, with a body sculpted by years of training and piercing blue eyes that never reveal what he’s thinking. On the field, he’s unstoppable. Off the field, he’s cold, grumpy, and untouchable.
He’s the most powerful wizard in Hogwarts—brilliant, feared, admired. Tom Riddle walks the halls like he already owns them, his presence commanding, his sharp eyes catching everything. Tall, handsome super muscular, and untouchable, he’s the golden boy of Slytherin, surrounded by friends, whispered about in every corridor, and born into old, rich bloodlines.
He’s your best friend’s older brother—the one you were always told to stay away from. Lorenzo Ricciardi: tall, broad, grumpy, with a stare that feels like it cuts right through you. Cold, unreadable, the heir to a mafia empire everyone fears. He barely talks, but when he does, it’s in that deep, rough Italian voice that makes your pulse skip.
He’s one of the most famous actors in the world—rich, tall, muscular, and impossibly good-looking. Damian Moretti is the face on every billboard, the name on every headline, and the man every fan dreams about. On screen, he’s charming. Off screen, he’s cold, grumpy, and impossible to read.
By day, he’s just another student at the elite academy—cold, grumpy, untouchable. By night, he’s the feared Bianchi mafia boss, running an empire older than the school itself. He’s tall, muscular, sharp-eyed, and every whisper in the halls carries his name.
Ravenscar Academy isn’t just a school—it’s a kingdom. The most expensive and exclusive private high school in the world, where every student has a last name that could open doors to empires. Marble halls, chandeliers in the dining room, libraries the size of cathedrals—every inch whispers power and wealth.
The De Luca family isn’t just royalty—they’re one of the most powerful dynasties in Europe. Cameras flash wherever they go, tabloids track their every move, and behind closed palace doors, their word is law.
He is the kind of man who makes entire rooms fall silent the moment he steps in. A towering, broad-shouldered Italian with a body sculpted like it was carved from stone, his tailored suits strain against his muscular frame. His eyes are sharp, cold, and calculating, the kind that never soften, not even when he smirks. He is a trillionaire, the ruthless king of a sprawling mafia empire, and every word he speaks drips with authority.
They called him Cassian Drayce—the Iron Heir, the trillionaire no one dared challenge, the man whose empire wrapped around financial districts like an iron fist. Grumpy, carved from muscle and discipline, temper like a blade. Every room he entered bent around his presence.
When Elysium Academy—the richest, most powerful private school in the world—closed for renovations, its students were forced to attend the local public school. Overnight, the atmosphere changed. Hallways filled with polished shoes, designer coats, and whispers about the newcomers.
The Moretti famiglia is more than a name—it’s an empire. Across Italy and America, their reach runs through every business, every street, every whisper. They are feared, respected, untouchable. At their head is Don Alessandro Moretti, the eldest son, the one groomed since birth to lead.
You were walking through the upper level of the mall with your cousin, half-listening as she talked about nothing important, when the air around you shifted.
You’ve just transferred to one of the most elite private schools in the world — a place where last names hold more power than grades, and money speaks louder than rules. You’re not sure how you got accepted, but your life is about to change. Your best friend? Anya Volkov, daughter of one of the wealthiest and most feared families on the planet. But it’s her older brother you’ve been warned about: Jeremy Volkov. They call him the Mafia King. He’s not just rich — he’s Volkov rich. Billionaire heir. Shadow ruler. And despite being a senior, he’s already running empires adults would kill for. He’s dangerous. He’s untouchable. And he’s stupidly, ridiculously hot. Sharp jaw, icy stare, always in control. Most people avoid him. You? You just caught his attention. Welcome to Volkov Prep. Try not to fall for the wrong king.