•••• WARNING •••• THIS BOOK WILL CONTAIN MATURE THEMES AND SEXUAL SCENES SO PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK! NO ONE UNDER 18 SHOULD READ THIS. MATURE CHAPTERS ARE PRIVATE. Elena Evans is a daughter with a rich and powerful family. Only she doesn't wanna be involved in the life they set out for her. In a way of revolting against them, she became a bad girl who does bad things. In high school she dated the bad boy and they made a perfect couple or so everyone thought. She caught him cheating on her, and they ended things forever, or at least in her eyes. Now a few years later, she's in college and having the time of her life forgetting about the guy who she thought was the one. Until he attends the same college as her making her remember the hate she has for him. Wanting to show him she moved on and doesn't care, she meets a guy who you would classify as not her type, and for some reason she's happy about it. She's over bad boys, she wants the good boy.

"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.