golden spoon

Halo Remington has spent her entire life in the shadows of her perfect twin sister, Scarlet, the golden child, the chosen one, the family's heiress. No one ever sees Halo, and that’s just the way her family prefers it. Until Talon Ashwood walks into their home with a contract and a choice that was never meant to be hers. Talon needs a bride, quickly. His father had made it clear, no marriage, no inheriting the Ashwood empire. Choosing Scarlet should be simple, expected. But when a single glance at an old portrait reveals a hidden twin, Talon makes a last-minute decision that shatters the room’s expectations. He no longer wants the golden daughter. No, he wants the quiet lamb hidden in the shadows. Pulled from her place behind the closed doors of her room, Halo is thrust into a deal she never saw coming. Marry him, and she would finally be free of her family’s control. Walk away, and she would remain unseen and unwanted, a ghost in her own life and a shadow in the footsteps of her sister. After coming to a decision and going through with it, Halo steps into a world of power, deception, and an attraction she never anticipated. But as secrets unravel and ruthless tactics ensue, Halo realizes that this marriage harboured far more than just a business deal. It was the cost of being chosen by an Ashwood.

Players are not supposed to be played. They own the battleground, they own the field, they are the game, the game is them. Meet Alistair Morano, son of a renowned Mafia boss, your typical trust fund kid who has everything handed to him on a silver platter, the school's golden boy with a knack for trouble, one of the three heirs of Aurum university. His favourite is a warm narrow tight pussy after a good game. Introducing Calvin Rutledge, school-proclaimed nerd, teachers’ heartthrob, the girlies go-to for assignments answers. No one knows of the darkness nestling in his heart, the one that runs in the family, in their blood. He hates the players just like he hates his family. And he hates Alistair’s seemingly façade of a perfect life and pearl-like smiles just like he hates their goddamned elite school. Mixing pleasure with coaching was not part of the plan and the almighty Alistair was not supposed to bend for the only guy that annoys the living daylight out of him just by existing. Calvin detests the jocks. Alistair detests the know-it-all nerds. But what about the Inbetweeners like Calvin? It's defo high time the player gets played too.