The Valedictorians Secret

The Valedictorians Secret

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Sloane Hastings is the "Duchess" of Northwood Heights-a girl whose future is a perfectly polished masterpiece of Ivy League schools, corporate law, and a strategic marriage to the town's golden heir. But the masterpiece is cracking. After a chance encounter on the wrong side of the tracks, Sloane meets Archer Reed, a rugged South Side mechanic who doesn't care about her family's name or her billion-dollar legacy. In the grease and grit of his garage, Sloane finds something she never knew she was missing: a choice. Faced with an ultimatum from her powerful father and the crushing weight of a dynasty, Sloane must decide if she's willing to lose it all to find herself. Is the safety of a gilded cage worth the price of her soul, or is she brave enough to leave the fortress behind and stand in the rain?
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