Campus Mafia (female centric)

Kalani brothers had thrust upon her. The legacy of her father, once something she had tried to distance herself from, now consumed her every waking thoug

didn't offer any answers. Instead, they gave her cryptic clues-locations, old files, names of people she had ne

ugh she noticed a shift in how they looked at her. The whispers in the hallways grew louder. Everyone knew a

Yara couldn't shake the feeling that Amara knew more than she was letting on. Each time their paths crossed,

firmed. She had been walking to the library, the weight of the d

voice soft but deliber

acks, her heartbeat qu

e was listening. "About your father

p back. "How do

I both know we're not just fighting for survival here. We're fighting

know so much? And why was she suddenly spe

ou are," Yara said, her voice

"You don't have to trust me. But you'll need my help if you want

aybe Amara was just a part of the game-another player with her own

e?" Yara asked, her arms

hey have their own plans, and you're just a tool to them. I can help

ngerous, but there was something about Amara that struck her as equally, if

tart looking for the real prize-the one Zane and L

ery instinct screamed at her to be cautious. She had no idea who she could trust, but the prospect of uncover

y, her voice low. "But don't think f

with something dark. "That's all

was about something much larger. With Amara's words echoing in her mind, Yara felt the pull of something bigge

time, offering vague hints and new leads, but he was always careful not to reveal too much. And Lev

she had to do this alone, then so be it. She had alread

at the collection of files her father had left behind. The documents, though incomplete, were like a treasure map to a

ces. They were about something much darker: betrayal

name she recognized. It was an old contact of her father's-someone

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n the one person her father had trusted above all othe