The exposure came at 3 AM during the second night of the dormitory siege, when most of us were sleeping in makeshift arrangements across the East Wing common room. My phone started vibrating nonstop, pulled from sleep by an avalanche of notifications that suggested something catastrophic had just happened.
I opened my eyes to find Alexander already awake, staring at his phone with an expression of barely controlled fury.
"Isabella," he said, his voice tight with controlled rage, "we have a situation."
"What kind of situation?"
"The kind where every detail of your pharmaceutical empire inheritance, your complete identity, your family's wealth structure, and your personal history just got leaked to international media simultaneously."
I grabbed my phone, feeling ice flood through my vei
