“That was marvelous!” He said. “Great job, Frank. Or, should I say, Franchesca?” I took a deep breath. A very, very deep breath.
“Oh my God,” Was the most intelligent thing I could say.
“’Oh my God’ is correct. How long have you been lying to us?”
“Since the first day of school.” I couldn’t help but answer truthfully.
“Why?”
“A lot of reasons. Reasons you can’t understand.”
“Try me.”
“I’d rather not.” He sat down next to me on the edge, and for the first time since I got to the pool, I felt like covering myself up. Sure, my one-piece covered everything required, but I still felt… odd. I mean, one of the perfect boys from Connor Stanley was sitting right next to me. And for the first time, within the walls of this school, I was Franchesca.
“Try me.”
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Franchesca Hyde is an unwanted daughter. Her father and mother, a famous music producer and supermodel, had an unplanned pregnancy, and ended up with an odd looking girl. Wanting to keep their reputation up, they introduced Chesca as Frank to the world.
Now, sixteen years later, her parents ignore her, and don’t even notice when she dyes her hair a completely different color. They even set up a year-long trip to Europe, leaving Chesca behind. They stick her into a prestigious all-boys school in New York, Connor Stanley.
At Connor Stanley, she has four hot roommates, Anthony, Derek, Paul, and Mark. Her best friend, back-up best friend, friend, and unknown. Her relationship with Mark is always uncertain, and she never knows where she stands.
Will they ever find out about her double identity?
Book 2~𝔐𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔢 𝔑𝔢𝔯𝔬
The girl I'd kill for left me to die.
Let that sink in.
She walked out of that hospital and didn't even look back. Said she was done. Said we were over.
Lied.
She always lies pretty.
I remember the way her footsteps faded down that hallway-quiet, quick, final. But I knew. She wasn't running from me.
She was running from herself.
And maybe I should hate her. Maybe I should've let the pain rot me from the inside out and buried the part of me that still aches for her.
But I didn't.
I still love her.
God help me, I still fucking love her. I see her every time I close my eyes. Her skin on mine. Her voice in my ear, sweet and poisonous.
I dream about her lying next to me-then wake up alone with blood on my knuckles and rage in my throat.
There's not a single bone in my body that hates Donatella. But I'll never forgive her.
And now?
Now I'm crossing borders, spilling blood, burning everything in my path just to find her.
Because I know she's out there. Hiding. Surviving. Trying to outrun the mess she left behind.
But she won't outrun me.
She's not walking away this time.
Even if I have to drag her home kicking and screaming-she's coming back.
With me.
Or in pieces.
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OMG! I'm so excited for Angela Della Morte book 2!
This is all in Amirs POV, and possibly some brothers...