Atlantis

Atlantis

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In a world where bloodlines define loyalty and secrets are more dangerous than lies, Atlantis High stood as a fortress for the elite - a place where legacies were shaped, alliances forged, and enemies disguised themselves as friends. Behind its grand marble walls, the children of the world's most powerful families trained not just for greatness... but survival. Astrid Lauren never asked to be born into a legacy of war - a war that began long before she was old enough to understand betrayal. For fourteen years, her past was a mystery wrapped in silence and shadows. But returning to the world of wealth and influence came with a price: truth. Silas Kingsley was born with blood-stained hands and a soul scarred by pain. For years, he played the perfect heir, masking torment with charm. Falling for a Lauren was forbidden - but Astrid was never just a name. She was peace. She was rebellion. She was the fire that could burn everything down. In a world where love is dangerous, and enemies are made by birthright, one forbidden romance could tip the balance - and expose everything. Because in Atlantis High, nothing stays buried forever.
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Leaving home for Valmont Elite Academy was supposed to be freedom. My first choice. A chance to step out of my family's shadow and finally become who I was meant to be. But then I met her. A storm wrapped up in skin, with eyes that saw too much and a touch that burned deeper than fire. The closer I got, the more I realized nothing at Valmont was what it seemed- and neither was she. Because drowning in her darkness doesn't feel like falling. It feels like fate

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