At Blackwood Academy, money rules, and the rich dictate the game. Elena Kensington—the ruthless, spoiled daughter of a powerful businessman and politician—has never had to fight for anything. Everything, from her designer shoes to her fiancé, was handed to her on a silver platter. And she’s perfectly fine with that. Until she’s forced to work with Noah Carter, a brooding, brilliant scholarship student with nothing but his wits and a burning desire to escape the life he was born into. He doesn’t play by her rules. He doesn’t cower. He doesn’t beg. She wants to break him. He wants nothing to do with her. But obsession is a cruel, relentless thing. In a world where she owns everything and he has nothing to lose—who will break first?
View MoreI barely managed to give Julian a flimsy excuse about making a call before I turned on my heel and walked away.The walls of the ballroom seemed to close in, the perfume-laced air suddenly suffocating. My skin prickled with the weight of a hundred expectant eyes, the heavy hum of polite conversation pressing in.“Excuse me,” I murmured, pushing past a cluster of guests, barely registering the champagne glasses that clinked in my wake. My heels clicked against the marble floor as I headed straight for the French doors.The cool night air hit me like a blessing. Crisp, fresh—free.I stepped onto the terrace, gripping the stone railing, my fingers pressing into the smooth surface. Below, the manicured gardens stretched out like something out of a painting, bathed in silver moonlight. A breeze whispered through the hedges, rustling the perfectly trimmed roses, carrying the distant sound of a fountain bubbling.I exhaled, letting the tightness in my chest unravel just a little.And then, a
The crystal rim of my champagne glass felt cool beneath my fingertips as I traced its edge, the motion slow, deliberate. Around me, the grand ballroom of the Laurent Mansion shimmered in golden light, the chandeliers casting an almost ethereal glow over the sea of perfectly dressed guests. Conversations hummed in the background—polite, controlled, a symphony of whispered ambitions and veiled insults.The night was flawless. Or at least, it was meant to be.My engagement dinner.I hadn’t known until I arrived.The realization had hit me the second we stepped through the grand doors and the crowd erupted in applause. My mother had merely smiled, pressing a perfectly manicured hand to my back as she leaned in. "Smile, Elena," she had murmured. "And try to look surprised."Surprised. Right.The diamonds at my neck—Tiffany, of course—felt heavier than they should have. The gold-plated ball gown, handcrafted by my mother’s Parisian stylist, cinched at my waist, its intricate beading catchin
I returned to school with a single mission: to reclaim control. Over my emotions. Over my heart. Over Noah Carter.For days, he had wormed his way into my thoughts, an unshakable presence that haunted me in ways I refused to admit. I wasn’t supposed to feel this way. I wasn’t supposed to crave the very thing I’d once looked down upon. So, I did the only thing I knew—I buried it.I made sure my laughter rang through the hallways with my arm draped casually over Cameron’s shoulder and that my smile was wide and radiant whenever he whispered something in my ear. I let him touch my waist, let him pull me close, let everyone see exactly what I wanted them to see.That I was fine.That I was untouchable.That Noah Carter meant nothing to me.But I felt it before I even saw him. His eyes, burning into me like an open flame. When I finally turned, our gazes locked across the hall.Noah wasn’t indifferent.He wasn’t unaffected.There was something dark in his expression, something controlled b
Soon, I would be Cameron's wife.The thought sent an icy shudder through me, a cold contrast to the fire that had been simmering beneath my skin for weeks. My stomach twisted, my fingers tightening against the marble sink. I needed control. I needed to breathe, to remind myself of who I was—who I was supposed to be.Before Cameron. Before this suffocating engagement.Before… Noah.I exhaled sharply, as if the very thought of his name had poisoned the air in my lungs. I had convinced myself I was over him.But the truth was far crueler.Noah wasn’t a memory. He was what I wanted my forever to be. He has feelings for me too, I can feel it.And then I saw him.Through the library window, bathed in the golden afternoon light, his head tilted toward Aria as he listened to whatever nonsense she was giggling about. She looked effortlessly perfect—long dark hair cascading down her back, eyes alight with something warm and inviting.My nails dug into my palm.Aria. The girl who had always been
I stared at my reflection, but the girl in the mirror felt like a stranger. Tonight was the night. Dinner with both families—mine and Cameron’s.My stomach twisted at the thought, a slow, creeping dread curling around my ribs like a vice. The October air seeped in through my half-open window, chilling my skin, but it wasn’t the cold that made me shiver.Fingers trembling, I adjusted the delicate lace collar of my dress, a nervous habit I hadn’t outgrown since childhood. The dress was soft lavender, a shade my mother adored. "Elegant," she had called it, smoothing down its flowing skirt with the kind of satisfaction only she could muster. "Appropriate."Appropriate. How I loathed that word.Nothing about this was appropriate. Not the dress, not the dinner, and certainly not the boy I was supposed to sit across from. But my feelings had never mattered. My father had made that perfectly clear."It’s only right," he had said earlier, his voice firm but patient, as if I were some skittish
I yanked off my school clothes, letting them fall to the floor in a crumpled heap. The weight of the day pressed down on me, thick and suffocating. My body buzzed with frustration, my hands itching for a release, something to dull the gnawing ache in my chest.Pulling on a pair of worn jeans and a black T-shirt, I caught my reflection in the cracked mirror above the dresser. The face staring back at me looked different—hardened, weary. I was only eighteen, but I felt older, like life had taken a steel file to my edges, grinding me down until there was nothing soft left.Tonight, I had a fight. It was the one thing I could control, the one place where anger wasn’t a burden but a weapon. I had learned a long time ago that the world didn’t hand things out for free. You had to take them, bleed for them, fight for them.Kasi—Kaden’s girl—had introduced me to her father, the man who ran the ring. He saw something in me, a kind of hunger, and he gave me a shot.It wasn’t glamorous. It wasn’t
I saw him before he saw me.Elena stood in the middle of the crowded quad, the late afternoon sun catching in her hair like fire. She was arguing with Cameron, her head bobbing like it was going to come off. And then Cameron leaned in. He knew I was watching.My stomach twisted, nausea hitting me like a sucker punch. I should have looked away; I should have spared myself the torment, but I couldn’t. I was frozen, watching as his lips met hers. It wasn’t some casual, meaningless kiss. It was deliberate, possessive—something meant to be seen, meant to stake a claim. The entire school bore witness.And so did I.Betrayal burned through me, hot and unexpected, leaving behind something sharp and ugly. But why? What right did I have to feel this way? Elena was never mine. I’d never had any claim to her, never belonged in her world.But damn it, she’d kissed me first.That night in her room had changed everything. It was supposed to be nothing—a mistake, a moment of weakness. But I had felt
The air crackled with unspoken tension as I stormed toward Cameron, my heart pounding so hard it felt like it might burst from my chest. My hands curled into fists at my sides, my nails biting into my palms. He had no right. Noah had been nothing but kind to me, a rare source of steady comfort in the chaos of my life. And Cameron—vindictive, cruel Cameron—had deliberately targeted him just to remind me of my place.I spotted him near the bleachers, leaning against the wall like he had all the time in the world. That smug smirk stretched across his lips, as if he knew I’d come, as if he’d been expecting me. His usual entourage lounged around him, laughing at some meaningless joke, preening in his presence like peacocks eager for his approval.I didn’t even acknowledge them. My focus was locked on Cameron’s icy blue eyes."Cameron," I spat, barely able to control the fury in my voice. "What you did to Noah was disgusting. You had no right."His smirk widened into something darker, some
Noah consumed me. Every little detail about him had carved itself into my memory like an intricate painting—one I couldn't stop staring at, even when I knew I shouldn’t.The way he absently adjusted his glasses when they slipped down his nose. The subtle clench of his jaw when calculus frustrated him. The almost imperceptible drop in his voice when he was angry—or more often, trying not to be.It was maddening. A constant, low-humming awareness that pulsed beneath my skin, a pull so relentless it threatened to unravel me completely. I lingered by his locker more than I cared to admit, pretending to study the bulletin board just for a glimpse of him. And the worst part? I knew, deep down, he felt it too.I had confronted him earlier that week about the kiss—the kiss that had burned through me, leaving an imprint on my soul. It had been reckless, desperate, a moment of surrender to something we had both been fighting for far too long.For the briefest second, I had seen it—the vulnerabi
The roar of laughter echoed throughout Blackwood Academy's cafeteria, bouncing off the high ceilings and sleek marble floors. I sat at my usual spot, at the center table, surveying the scene with practiced amusement. My manicured fingers toyed with the tip of my sparkling water; my expression was one of casual disregard.Noah Carter was the reason for the laughter. He lay sprawled across the floor, his meager lunch, a sad-looking sandwich, and an apple scattered around him like fallen leaves. A satisfied smirk tugged at my perfectly glossed lips. It had been simple, really. A well-placed foot, a barely audible trip, and gravity had taken care of the rest.Blackwood Academy. The name alone dripped with prestige, history, and, most importantly, money. Its hallowed halls served as a breeding ground for the elite, a finishing school for future CEOs, politicians, and socialites. And I, Elena Kensington, daughter of renowned businessman Richard Kensington, was its undisputed queen.Noah Cart...
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