St. Sebastian's at Cravenmoor Academy

Bodies fall like autumn leaves when you wear the Corbyn-Hale crown, and I've run out of white dresses to bleach. After an attempt on my life, my dad ships me to St. Sebastian's at Cravenmoor Academy. With its Gothic arches and enough mafia heirs to staff a small army, he gifts me a shadow: Viper. Twenty-five, tattooed with sins, answering only to himself. But I hate cages, even the breathing kind. So I make my own rules.

The first strike against my new reign wasn't a whisper; it was an explosion. I seized the throne of St. Sebastian's, but the shadowy organisation that runs this academy wants it back. They've declared war, turning our campus into a gilded cage surrounded by mercenaries and watched by drones. They think they can break me, scare my new court into submission, and reclaim their training ground. They've made a fatal mistake.

My psychotic ex should've stayed buried in my past. But I'm done being anyone's target, done being the pawn in someone else's game. St. Sebastian's Academy is mine now. The criminal empire I've built with my three deadly kings is just the beginning. We won this battle, but the real war is about to start. They think they can use my past against me. They think fear will make me weak. Blood will spill. Empires will burn. When the smoke clears, only one of us will be left standing. This is my vendetta. Let them all come. I'll be ready.