How to Hate You Properly (Jude POV)
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She perfected the art of hating him - until she forgot her lines.
Jude Duarte doesn't lose. Not in arguments, not in auditions, and definitely not to the academy's resident golden boy, Cardan Greenbriar. He's infuriatingly talented, irritatingly charming, and for reasons she can't explain, always in her way.
When the casting list goes up and her name lands right beneath his, she's forced into her worst nightmare - playing his love interest in the Academy's biggest production. The universe, or maybe the drama teacher, is clearly plotting against her.
She tells herself it's fine, that she can fake it, that she's trained for this - to act, to stay composed, to win. But pretending to love him onstage is starting to feel dangerously close to real.
Because offstage, he's still smug, yet he's the only person that could ever make her question her morals, her focus, her control. He's the last person she should want, but she finds herself breaking the one rule she'd set for herself: never let Cardan Greenbriar think he's won.
Every line, every stolen glance that last way too long for her liking, feels like losing control.
She might be falling for him, but in true Jude fashion, she'll never say it out loud. If love is a performance, this might be the one role she can't afford to get wrong.
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The Art of Falling (Jude x Cardan)
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