Isabella looked at Darius with jealousy. He’d been born with a silver spoon in his mouth, and even though an accident caused him to grow up in poverty, it hadn’t taken his life or intelligence away.

Instead, he’d grown into a handsome young man and made his way into the country’s most prestigious university, Kingston University, even managing to be at the top of his class. While working odd jobs to support himself, he didn’t encounter any hardened hooligans who could take away his good looks or brains, and he’d made it out on top.

Isabella’s lips parted and sealed a few times. Eventually, all she said was, “You have no idea how jealous I am of you. If I were you…” Before she could continue, she saw his finger twitch, and she quickly held up a hand to stop him.

“Alright, alright. I’ll cut the crap and tell you what you want to know. Firstly, you wanted to know when Drake and I met, but I think what you really want to know is what our relationship was. It’s as you expected—we were bot