Love in Reverse
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Becky Armstrong never thought the king of Northgate High would ever look her way. But Dylan Sarocha isn't like the other popular guys. He's different. He's real. And against all odds, he chose her. Their love story is the stuff of whispers and envy, a perfect match that feels too good to be true.
It is.
Because Dylan has a secret. One that isn't just a part of his past-it is his past. Before he was the handsome, confident boy who stole Becky's heart, he was someone else. And before he became Dylan, he had a girlfriend who swore he was a monster, a liar, a traitor to the person he used to be.
Now that ex is here, and she's not leaving until the whole world knows the truth. Becky is caught in the crossfire of a war she never knew existed, forced to choose between the boy she loves and a story she can't believe. The school is watching. The rumors are flying. And the question on everyone's lips is the one Becky is terrified to answer: Who is Dylan Sarocha, really?
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