he calendar notification on my phone vibrated. I gla
y I visited my m
orced when I w
my mother. He'd been having an affair with a wealthy socialite for
he bone just to make ends meet. Seeing her so exhausted, I sw
t the elite private school I attended on scholarship
season; maybe I didn't have a chauffeur to drop me off. T
in my backpack, fully prepared to take their ringleader down with me. The lead girl
Silas Vanc
the heir to a financial empire. He just stood between us, hi
three years, he would casually acknowledge me in the ha
high school safely s
ght to get into Columbia University just to be near
still a st
of light in my darkness, he
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ther's daughter.
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