"Yes! That bastard's in the same class as us," Ethan hissed through clenched teeth. "Mark my words, Bella. The moment I recover, I'll make sure he regrets the day he crossed paths with me!"
Bella cocked her head as she watched the news coverage about Luke. Something about the way he held himself—the little smirk, the assured demeanor- made her heart flutter strangely.
"He doesn't really look like a hero," Bella mused to herself. "More like...a rogue."
It wasn't just the White family who was undergoing a steep learning curve as Luke was catapulted into fame.
In the Vadis clan, Neo Vadis sat and simmered in silence, his characteristic cocky persona all but extinguished by a chilling rage.
"How dared this common scum overshadow me?" thought Neo, his hands clenching into fists.
Luke's popularity posed a serious threat to Neo's carefully cultivated image; he couldn't bear the thought of a person without a proper lineage overshadowing him.
