Inheritance of Deceit

e gardens were a sight to behold. Flowers bloomed in a riot of colours, perfectly arranged like a painting. It was beautiful, no doubt. Still, Clara felt a hole inside

erent story. They showed her intelligence and longing. To many, she appeared perfect. Yet, Clara wanted something deeper. She craved true love, not the kind that came with e

pot at Hillcrest University, the best school around. Their plan was clear: surround Clara with the elite. But instead of feeling spec

her back to the present. She smiled when she saw the name fl

r," Adaora teased. "What

w. Just classes, and probably some fami

ama of being rich and beauti

a little sadness in her tone.

deeply again. She got ready and hopped into her sleek black car, driving through the grand gates of Hillcrest Univers

ld a lot of history. Clara walked gracefully, catching the eyes of many as she headed to her first class: Literature and Society, which she

denly, a voice broke through. It wasn't loud, but it commanded attention.

ed her attention. Dressed casually in a simple shirt and jeans, it was his aura that stood o

't just smart; he was also magnetic. His enthusiasm for literature sparked a fir

ok at her notes. She watched Jack chatting with a friend, his face anim

steady, even though her

ed but quickly smiled bac

. "I really liked what you said in class tod

re helps me understand the world. It's the one thing

think so too. Do you want to grab co

a moment, but then a smile spread

ining what could happen. But while her mind danced with excitement, Jack's thoughts were also heavy. He remembered her last name and

His words echo in her mind, as did his charming smile. For the first

everything she thought she knew about love and trust. Though Clara dreamed of finding tr