Hi there, my name is Chloe, you might remember me from such rumors as the "hah, I tricked you, now you have to read to find out! Are you intrigued yet? Probably not, but I'm gonna tell this story anyway. I am in no way special, nor is my life story, but based on the way people talk about me, you'd think I was some sort of superstar. I am well aware of the fact that this will do absolutely nothing to change people's opinions of me, but at least if I write a chapter a day, of pure honesty with my daily thoughts and actions, the people who do truly care can begin to understand everything. For those of you who were intrigued by the title or cover, have reading about the daily events of a total stranger.
An angel and a rebel. A scholarship girl and a playgirl. When their worlds collide, sparks fly-and nothing will ever be the same.
When Enid Jones-straight-A student and the perfect Islamic daughter-earns a scholarship to the prestigious Montrose Academy, she believes her life is finally falling into place. Her plan is simple: keep her head down, ace her classes, secure a scholarship to Yale, work a side job, and one day gain full custody of her younger sister from their abusive father.
But trouble has other plans for Enid... and its name is Olivia Grayson.
Carefree, rebellious, and notorious for breaking hearts, Olivia is Montrose Academy's golden girl. With her comes the infamous Golden Four, and a whirlwind of chaos Enid wants no part of. At least, that's what she tells herself.
Because Olivia isn't just interested in Enid-she's made it her mission to strip away the saintly image everyone sees and uncover the fire hidden beneath.
But what if it's Olivia's carefully crafted "bad girl" façade that begins to crumble first... all because of a certain brunette who was never supposed to matter?
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"After what you and your stupid friends did to me, isn't it enough? Do you really have to rub it in my face?" I snapped, my voice shaking with fury.
Olivia just smirked, stepping closer until her warm minty breath fanned against my lips. My pulse went wild, betraying me.
"I'm only just getting started, angel," she whispered in that husky voice of hers. "And I'll stop... the moment I hear you moan my name."
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An angel and a rebel. A scholarship girl and a playgirl. Can love survive when it's least expected-or will it destroy them both?