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Before we submitted our college applications, the popular girl in our class, the billionaire’s daughter, suddenly said she could get all of us into Harvard or Yale. “My parents donated several buildings to those schools. Getting you all admitted is nothing.” Most of my classmates’ college entrance exam scores were still a long way from those schools, but they believed her. They gave up submitting their own applications and counted on her to pull strings so they could get into college. In my last life, I realized her promise was unreliable. I immediately urged them not to give up on their applications, to keep a backup plan, and I called their parents one by one. But that infuriated the popular girl. She mocked me for being poor and said I did not understand how the upper class worked. She claimed I had ruined everyone’s future. My boyfriend also snapped at me for being jealous. “You’re just jealous that Lissy’s family is rich. You can’t stand the thought of all of us going to Harvard or Yale. So what if you have good grades? You could work your whole life and still never catch up to what her family built over three generations.” For the sake of our three years as classmates, I did not argue with them. But before the deadline, when I found out they still had not submitted their applications, I called the police and exposed the popular girl’s fake identity. The popular girl was condemned by everyone. In despair, she jumped into a river and killed herself. My classmates all said she deserved it and thanked me for saving their futures. But at our class farewell dinner, my boyfriend poisoned my drink, and the entire class watched coldly as I writhed in pain. “At worst, we would have lost our chance at college. Lissy lost her life!” When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day the popular girl claimed she could pull strings for us.

"I never chose the life I had back then. Never asked for it But now all that I have, I have earned. Maybe not by the right means but they are mine all the same. " His rough hands caressed my tear stained cheeks with such gentleness that it could easily fool me. It almost did. I wanted to scoot away but the ropes tying my hands to the bedpost, tugged at my skin harshly. There was no escape."But even if I get everything in the world, there will always be one thing missing."He didn't have to complete the sentence for me to know the answer.****The darkness from her past had returned hand in hand with the taunting present. Rose was caged in the hands of the devil and he was not ready to let go anytime sooner.****Sequel to the submission series. (Submit #2)Slow updates.Triggers and smut present.I do not own the background picture of this book's cover.Book cover made by me.

I had not asked my mother for money in three months. She thought I had finally learned to be a good, obedient son and, in a rare act of mercy, sent me a message. "I already had Calvin pay the registration fee. Learn to be more sensible from now on. Stop thinking about scamming money from the family. "I know your dad is having a hard time right now, but since you chose to stay with me, you need to be on the same side as me." When she said this, she did not yet know that I had already transferred my in-state residency out. No one believed that I, Miles Hart, who appeared on the surface to be the young master of a wealthy family, had a closet filled entirely with clothes bought before my parents’ divorce. For three full years, there was not a single new piece of clothing. Every dollar I spent privately had to be submitted through an internal approval system, with a written application and justification. Even fees for school activities required screenshots of official notices and formal quotations. All expenses had to pass the review of my stepfather, Calvin Pierce. Just because my mother constantly suspected I was siding with my father and was afraid I would secretly funnel money to him. A month ago, I needed $500 for a math competition registration fee. Calvin rejected the request again and again. "There isn't enough justification. "Why do you have to participate in this competition? "Wait until the end of the month for unified approval." By the time approval finally came through, the registration window had already closed. Mom did not know that I had endured these three years for only one reason: an in-state residency, which would make college admissions easier. Now, I was officially recommended for admission to a top university. This family was no longer a place I needed to stay in.

Amara has a life built on Survival. Between the club, bills, and caring for her sick mother, she doesn't have room for anything else. So when her friend Davina offers her a quick, easy job— a fake date with a billionaire — she thinks it's just another paycheck. But meeting Dorian Wellington changes everything. Calm, controlled, and impossibly wealthy, he seems untouchable, yet there's a quiet pull between them that neither can explain. When he sees her later at the club, everything he thought he knew about her shatters. Curiosity turns to intrigue, and intrigue slowly becomes desire. Their worlds begin to collide in ways neither of the expected — Fake dates, private moments, and unspoken tension that grows with every encounter. But secrets and walls run deep and Amara has more to hide than he could ever imagine. Can two people from such different worlds find trust, love and a way to let go …. before it's too late?

In a company built on love, lies run deeper than romance. Andrea thought Everett Langston was just another difficult client. She was wrong. * * * Working as a relationship consultant suited Andrea just fine until she was assigned to Everett Langston, a powerful and notoriously difficult client with a talent for intimidation and a past he never speaks about. Everett is cold, calculating, and impossible to read. Yet behind the arrogance are cracks Andrea can’t ignore and secrets that begin to surface the closer she gets to him. Then there’s Donald. A man tied to Everett by blood, guilt, and mistakes that refuse to stay buried. As hidden agendas collide, friendships strain, and old betrayals resurface, Andrea finds herself pulled into a dangerous web where love is a weapon and trust is a liability.

Who pulls the trigger with their eyes closed? Perhaps someone as crazy as me. That was in beginning of my trouble. The look in Dante's eyes sent chills down my spine, I wanted him to look at me differently, but in his eyes I could see that he wanted nothing more than for my blood to be spilled, the darkness in his eyes seemed untamable, but not for me, I was going to tame that darkness even if it was the last thing I do. Soon he would only have love for me in his eyes, soon.