The armored Maybach glided down the highway like a silent, black shark. Ray gripped the steering wheel with white knuckles, his eyes glued to the road, terrified to even glance in the rearview mirror.

Giovanna leaned back against the buttery leather seat. She closed her eyes, letting her brain sort through the files of her past life.

In her previous life, she had used her genius-level IQ to secure an Early Decision spot at Oakhaven. But Elara had paid people to spread the rumor that Giovanna was a brainless idiot who bought her way in with Damien's money.

Worse, the prestigious honor of giving the freshman valedictory speech-an honor Giovanna had earned-was stolen by Elara through the Vang family's connections.

The Maybach slowed as it passed through the towering gothic arches of Oakhaven University. Students walking on the sidewalks stopped and stared, pointing at the multi-million-dollar vehicle.

Ray parked the car near the edge of The Quad. He jumped out and opened the door.

Giovanna stepped out. Her red-soled heels clicked sharply against the pavement. The burgundy dress hugged her curves, radiating old-money elegance and absolute power.

The whispers started immediately. Groups of students turned their heads, trying to guess which billionaire family she belonged to.

Giovanna ignored them. She walked straight toward the chaotic freshman registration booths.

Her eyes scanned the crowd and locked onto a girl struggling to hold a massive stack of folders. She wore thick black glasses and a faded sweater. Fiona Daly.

In her past life, Fiona was the only person who stood by Giovanna when the whole school turned against her. Fiona had lost her own scholarship because of it.

A tight knot formed in Giovanna's throat. She walked up behind Fiona and gently tapped her shoulder.

Fiona spun around. Her eyes widened in shock, then immediately filled with panic.

"Gio!" Fiona hissed, dropping her voice. "Why are you so late? Elara's friends are already telling everyone you're a fraud."

Before Giovanna could answer, a shrill, nasal voice cut through the noise.

"Well, well. If it isn't our famous 'donation admit'."

Skylar Finch, Elara's chief minion, strutted over. Three other girls flanked her like bodyguards.

Skylar looked Giovanna up and down, her eyes burning with ugly jealousy. "What's wrong? Your old, ugly sugar daddy husband couldn't be bothered to walk you to class?"

The students standing nearby stopped talking. They pulled out their phones, hitting record, waiting for the rich girl to cry.

Fiona's face flushed red with anger. She stepped in front of Giovanna, using her small body as a shield. "Shut up, Skylar! Gio got in on her own merit!"

Skylar sneered. She shoved Fiona hard in the chest. "Merit? Everyone knows Elara is the only genius in the Vang family."

Fiona stumbled backward, her heel catching on the pavement. The folders flew out of her hands, scattering across the grass.

Giovanna's eyes went dead. The temperature around her seemed to drop. She reached out, her hand clamping onto Fiona's arm, stabilizing her instantly.

Giovanna pulled Fiona behind her back. She took one slow, deliberate step toward Skylar. The sheer, suffocating pressure of Giovanna's presence made Skylar physically shrink back.

"What are you doing?" Skylar stammered, trying to sound tough.

Giovanna didn't yell. She casually adjusted the cuff of her trench coat.

When she spoke, her voice was loud enough to carry across the entire courtyard. "Whether my husband is old or ugly is none of your business. Especially since his company has higher standards than you could ever meet in your entire pathetic life. Now, get out of my sight."

A collective gasp, followed by a wave of brutal laughter, erupted from the crowd. Skylar's face turned the color of a crushed tomato.

Giovanna leaned in, dropping her voice to a lethal whisper meant only for Skylar. "And as for Elara being a genius..."

Giovanna straightened up. A cold, wicked smile touched her lips. "Let's see how smart she looks at the assembly in thirty minutes."

Without waiting for a response, Giovanna grabbed Fiona's hand and dragged her away from the crowd, heading straight for the massive stone library.

Giovanna pulled Fiona through the maze of towering wooden bookshelves in the main library. They bypassed the crowded study halls and slipped into an abandoned archives corner on the third floor.

Thick dust coated the floor. Massive oak shelves completely blocked them from the main aisle. It was a perfect blind spot.

Fiona was hyperventilating. She grabbed Giovanna's arm. "Gio, you can't just say that to Skylar! She's going to text Elara right now!"

Giovanna pushed Fiona down into a dusty wooden chair. She offered a calm, chilling smile. "I know. That's exactly what I want her to do."

Giovanna unzipped her Hermes bag. She pulled out her standard-issue laptop, opening the lid with practiced ease. She popped a cherry lollipop into her mouth to spike her blood sugar. Her long fingers hovered over the keyboard, then began to move in a blur of motion. The black screen flared to life. Lines of glowing green code cascaded down the glass. A hidden, encrypted login portal popped up. Giovanna typed a 32-character alphanumeric password without looking down. She hit enter. The screen flashed. In the top right corner, a completely untraceable, blank terminal interface loaded, masking her digital footprint entirely.

Fiona stared at the screen, her jaw practically hitting the floor. "Gio... what the hell are you doing?"

Giovanna didn't look up. Her fingers slammed against the digital keyboard. "Taking back what's mine. And giving you a graduation present early."

It took her exactly two minutes and forty seconds to shred Oakhaven's military-grade firewall.

She bypassed the security protocols and slipped directly into the Dean's Office central database.

She pulled up the master schedule for the freshman assembly. She scrolled down to the time slot labeled: Freshman Valedictory Address.

Next to it, typed in bold letters, was the name: Elara Vang.

Giovanna's teeth crushed the lollipop. She hit the backspace key, deleting Elara's name until the box was completely empty.

Then, her fingers flew across the keys, typing a new name into the master file.

Fiona Daly.

Fiona leaned closer to the screen. When she read the name, she shrieked and jumped out of the chair. "Are you insane?! I can't give a speech!"

Giovanna locked the database. She ran a scrubbing protocol, wiping her IP address and erasing any trace of the intrusion.

She snapped the laptop shut. She stood up, grabbed Fiona by both shoulders, and forced the panicked girl to look her in the eye.

"Fiona," Giovanna said, her voice hard and absolute. "Your entrance exam score was forty points higher than Elara's. You earned that spot. She bought it."

Fiona shook her head violently, tears welling in her eyes. "But I don't have a speech! And I'm terrified of crowds!"

Giovanna reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone. She tapped the screen twice and sent a file to Fiona's email.

"Check your phone," Giovanna commanded. "I drafted an outline for you on the car ride over. The core ideas are all there; just use your own words. It is powerful enough to make the entire faculty give you a standing ovation."

Fiona's hands shook as she pulled out her phone and opened the email. She read the first two paragraphs. The words were sharp, profound, and deeply moving. It was a masterpiece.

Giovanna stared into Fiona's terrified eyes. She poured every ounce of her own confidence into her friend.

"Stop hiding in the shadows, Fiona," Giovanna said, her voice a low, hypnotic hum. "Today, you are going to shine so bright it blinds them."

Fiona took a deep, ragged breath. She looked at the speech, then looked at the fierce, unyielding fire in Giovanna's eyes. The fear in Fiona's chest slowly morphed into a burning spark of ambition.

Fiona gripped her phone tight. She nodded once. "Okay. Let's do it."

Giovanna and Fiona slipped out of the library and speed-walked across the campus. They reached the back entrance of the Centennial Auditorium just as the five-minute warning bell rang.

Inside the massive hall, thousands of freshmen and faculty members were taking their seats. The low hum of chatter filled the air.

Giovanna pushed open the heavy metal door to the backstage holding area.

The lighting was dim, smelling of hairspray and nervous sweat. In the center of the room, standing in front of a full-length mirror, was Elara.

Elara wore an obscenely expensive, custom white Chanel dress. Two makeup artists were frantically powdering her nose. She even had a small, ridiculous diamond tiara pinned into her hair.

Skylar stood next to her, holding a bottle of water and gushing about how perfect Elara looked.

Elara caught Giovanna's reflection in the mirror. Her perfectly painted lips twisted into a vicious sneer.

She turned around, placing a hand over her chest in mock surprise. "Gio? What are you doing back here? This area is for VIPs only."

Skylar snorted loudly. "She probably came to beg you to mention her in your speech. You know, to fix her trash reputation."

Giovanna didn't get angry. She leaned her shoulder against the doorframe, crossing her arms over her chest. She looked at Elara with the bored, detached expression of someone watching a bug crawl across the floor.

"I just came to watch the peacock strut before all its feathers get plucked," Giovanna drawled, her voice lazy and dripping with sarcasm.

Elara's smile stiffened. A vein throbbed in her forehead. "Jealousy is an ugly color on you, Gio. In five minutes, the whole school will know who the real pride of the Vang family is."

Before Giovanna could reply, the heavy curtains parted. Dean Cromwell, a balding man in a tight suit, sprinted into the backstage area. He was sweating profusely, clutching a freshly printed clipboard to his chest.

He didn't even glance at Elara in her million-dollar dress. His panicked eyes scanned the room.

"Fiona Daly!" Dean Cromwell shouted, his voice cracking. "Where is Fiona Daly?!"

Elara froze. Her brow furrowed in confusion. She stepped directly into the Dean's path, blocking him. "Dean Cromwell, you must be mistaken. I'm Elara Vang. I'm up next."

The Dean shoved his glasses up his nose. He looked down at the physical piece of paper clipped to his board. He scowled in annoyance.

"Miss Vang, the master system clearly lists Fiona Daly as the valedictory speaker. Now please step aside, the Chancellor is already at the podium!"

The words hit Elara like a physical blow to the stomach. All the blood rushed out of her face.

"No!" Elara shrieked, her voice pitching into a hysterical octave. "That's impossible! My father paid-I mean, my father arranged everything!"

The makeup artists and stagehands nearby stopped what they were doing. They stared at Elara, their eyes wide with shock and disgust at the accidental confession.

Elara slapped both hands over her mouth, realizing what she had just screamed. But the damage was done. The bribery was out in the open.

Giovanna nudged Fiona's shoulder. "Go. Take your stage."

Fiona swallowed her fear. She squared her shoulders and marched up to the Dean. "I'm Fiona Daly."

"Thank God," the Dean gasped, grabbing her arm and dragging her toward the stairs leading to the stage.

From the other side of the curtain, the Chancellor's booming voice echoed through the speakers. "Please welcome our freshman representative, entering with a near-perfect score... Fiona Daly!"

A deafening roar of applause shook the floorboards.

Elara stood paralyzed. She watched Fiona walk out into the blinding spotlight. Her hands shook so violently her diamond tiara rattled. Her fingernails dug into her palms until they bled.

She whipped her head around, fixing a look of pure, homicidal rage on Giovanna. "You did this! You hacked the system!"

Giovanna slowly pushed off the doorframe. She walked over to Elara, stopping inches from her face.

Giovanna leaned in, the cold, dead look returning to her eyes.

"This is just the appetizer, Elara," Giovanna whispered, her voice a deadly promise. "I am going to rip back everything you stole from me. Piece by piece."