PROLOGUE
Like every girl who has a crush on a guy in their teenage days, Maggie also has one.
She's been crushing on the handsome, cool, but nerdy high school student, Clifford Collymore.
Maggie is a class captain and is known for her excellent results, best grades, and good reputation.
Her crush on Clifford began in junior high. However, Clifford has yet to notice any of these.
As a result, when her dad got a promotion and they needed to move over to Switzerland temporarily, Maggie left without hesitation.
Three years later
Maggie finally returns to Mexico. However, her innocent and sweet, Clifford, is now a well-known city playboy; popularly known as "Cliff Colly."
What will happen when Clifford happens to be in the same college to which Maggie has been admitted?
A college for the rich, powerful, noble, and influential. Academia where students show no respect for the lecturers.
A school where scholars are bullied.
Maggie despises this college. She never wanted to attend this college, but she had no choice.
She was determined to change the rules of IMPERIAL DIAMONDS COLLEGE.
However, before she would be able to do that, she needed to solve the mystery about herself.
Who is she and where was she born?
What was the hidden truth behind her existence?
There were too many questions that needed answers, and Maggie was determined to find them.
But unknown to her, she wasn't alone in these missions, as the one whom she had openly challenged, Clifford Collymore, decided to accompany her.
But in secret, as he doesn't want her to know, he is also different.
it's all mystery and suspense is a must.
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The flying chopper successfully dropped anchor on the large helipad that was located in the far area of extremely spacious land.
The stewardess respectfully bowed as a surreal beauty stood up from the chair.
The co-pilot immediately walked over to the opened door while pulling her four-wheel luggage, and the young lady smiled and nodded.
Her smile was dazzling, like the moon and stars at night. And her dimples were deep and clear like the clean well in the day.
The mole on her curved lips stood out, giving her an enchanting look and her gifted blonde hair, Cascaded in the air.
With her carved brows raised in question, she looked no different from a beautiful goddess, who just stepped out of a painting.
The workers on the plane couldn't help but feel blessed to have met with a respectable heiress.
Walking carefully while carrying herself with grace and elegance, her heels clicked against the stairways, and her curvy and accentuating figure twisted with each step she took.
The lined-up servants and workers couldn't help but think it was a shame that this walking goddess was not a supermodel. If she were to be one, havoc would be caused, as someone as beautiful as her, is a rare gem.
The clicking of the heels stopped. And the walking beauty took off her dark shades.
A gentle breeze blew her hair, and it flew behind her like the waves of the sea.
A deep sigh escaped her lips as she mumbled, "There's no place like home."