A High School Enemies To Lovers, Revenge Romance High School Bully Ice Prince X Soft Brave Girl Traumatic Childhood Revenge & Rivalry Enemies To Lovers Romance MF Slow Burn Colton Warner is the typical trust fund kid, a classic 'nepo baby' who believes he owns Warner Hill Academy (WHA). But WHA isn't for everyone, only the elites or the wealthiest can afford the steep fees. Being the son of the academy's owners, Colton has always gotten away with his behaviour or so he thought. That is, until he went too far and abused one of the boys so badly that the victim had to be hospitalised due to trauma and multiple injuries. The boy's parents didn't just sue the school, they demanded severe punishment for Colton, who had terrorized someone his own age. Colton isn't just a bully; he's notorious for his bad temper, finding pleasure in making life miserable for his peers. The only way to avoid his wrath is to either blend in and do as he says, or leave the school entirely. But even then, you're never really safe. He'll torment you until you kneel before him, begging for forgiveness, as if he were some kind of lord. But Colton isn't a lord. He's the devil in disguise. Now, Colton has set his sights on a new victim: Alison Young, a girl who was awarded a rare full scholarship to study English literature at WHA. This scholarship is unheard of, WHA never offers them. But, in light of the recent scandal surrounding Colton, and also in an attempt to sweep everything under the rug, the school decided to offer a scholarship to an unknown girl with exceptional academic achievements. Alison's stellar grades and high scores made her an ideal candidate. Little does she know, her arrival at WHA has made her a target of the school's most notorious student.

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