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I was raised with diamonds in my hair and a knife behind my back.
Money was never my problem-people were.
They called me porcelain: smooth, flawless, untouchable.
But porcelain cracks. And I shattered.
After a scandal that my mother buried with hush money and threats, I was shipped off to boarding school like last season's mistake.
Now I'm back for senior year at Royal Elite-bored, bitter, and boiling beneath the surface.
I'm not the sweet, shiny thing they remember. I'm chaos in couture.
And I'm here to burn it all down.
My former best friend barely looks me in the eye.
My enemies smile with sharpened teeth.
And Ronan Astor-golden boy, empire heir, and smug bastard-can't stop poking the bear.
He thinks I'm just a spoiled brat with a temper.
He doesn't know I've got a list. And he's on it.
Let them play their games.
I'll play to win.
Because bored rich girls don't stay bored for long.
We burn the whole damn board.
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Iris Hawthrone.
Red hair, red nails, red flags.
She's the girl they write warning labels about-untouchable, unbothered, and completely unpredictable.
The last time she was here, she left a mess behind.
Now she's back, all sharp stares and silk skirts, like nothing ever touched her. But I know better.
She wants vengeance.
I want her on her knees-preferably for me.
We hate each other. That much is true.
But hate has a thin line, and we're both really good at crossing it.
She's fire. I'm gasoline.
And we're about to make this place burn.
Rated mature for violence. And smut scenes
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