Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright
Revenge Knows No Love
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Acknowledgments
About Sam Destiny
The Good Girl
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Epilogue
Acknowledgements
About Alice La Roux
Pretty Things Fall
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
About Michelle Brown
The Lesson
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Epilogue
About TL Mayhew
Sugar Daddy
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Follow Murphy Wallace
Sell Your Soul
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Epilogue
About Ally Vance
The Bet
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Epilogue
About the C.L. Matthews
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Chapter One
Belle
Silvercrest Prep was the kind of school no one ever wanted to leave even while they didn’t feel like going there every day.
Everyone knew the type: riddled with intrigues, lust, and money, drawing out the deepest desires in people even while bringing out the worst in every one of them.
And I hated it.
Yet I was here.
Shifting my bag higher on my shoulder, I tried to ignore the fact that my bohemian style didn’t match the stuck-up designer clothes everyone else was talking about.
Silvercrest was ruled by the Society, and I couldn’t wait to get away from here. We had your typical scandals, often more than one, but besides the fact that I’d been kidnapped when being no older than seven.
I remembered the day clearly. In fact, I remembered the whole time clearly, and while everyone made those three days out as if they had been the most horrible time of my life, that wasn’t true.
My ‘kidnapper’ had been a boy just five years older. Kip, a boy with dark eyes and long lashes, and he was the only one who ever took care of me. We played, we talked, he fed me gummy bears and chocolate all day, and I got chicken nuggets as much as I wanted. In contrary to my parents he’d been reading to me and took his time for me.
He and I had been in a nice little bubble, playing and laughing, and I’d never once considered something was amiss. He’d picked me up because my daddy couldn’t, and he’d taken me to a house that was small but clean, saying daddy would pick me up soon.
So nice.
I often wondered what happened to him because he promised me, he’d always be my friend, but then I’d never seen him again.
Shaking out of my thoughts I mentally counted down the hours until I could leave. I wasn’t eager to be home, either. After the kidnapping mom had sued dad for everything he was and had, ruining the man in the process, and she’d taken full custody of me.
I missed my father, but no matter what I tried, I hadn’t been able to get in contact with him.
Mom married rich and we’d moved here to Silvercrest. It had never struck me as weird that she got remarried so fast until a few years back Harlyn, my personal demon in this school and Queen Bee of the entire young population had made it her mission to hurt me and had revealed to me that my mother had been sleeping with Corey Jones while still being with my father.
God, I truly hated money and all that it made people do.
Combing my fingers through my hair I noticed the anticipation in the air, the excited buzz that traveled through the hallways every time new gossip spread.
Maybe someone was supposedly sleeping with a teacher again.
Or someone’s father was banging their high-end assistant, focus being on their end high up in the air.
I couldn’t care less.
And I probably wouldn’t have asked for closer information had Harlyn not spotted me, her wolfish grin making me feel as if this was about me.
“Aw, Belle…” She shook her head, drawing everyone’s attention.
“Harlyn, drop it,” Quinn pleaded next to her. While Queen Bee and I didn’t see eye to eye, I was friends with her best friend.
Sorta.
“Why? Don’t you think she’ll want to see? Look, I’ll be nice and not keep you in the dark.” She lifted her phone, making a show of typing on the display. “I’ll send you the video.”
It was like a discipline at Silvercrest: Who found the most outrageous video and could entertain people the most.
I felt my cell vibrating in my pocket and refused to get it out.
Quinn shook her head. “Don’t, Belle. I mean, you don’t need to look. Just delete it. We don’t know for sure it’s your mom.”
I felt the color draining from my face at her words, and she seemed to realize her mistake, because she rushed out, “Nothing’s wrong, really. Just… You know… Silvercrest.”
Harlyn laughed, and as she did others joined in just for the fun of it. “Yeah, nothing wrong. In fact, I’d say your mother is doing perfectly fine. Or… Is it she was being done perfectly fine?” She thoughtfully tapped her chin. “Either way, I’m sure she’s more than relaxed now. Rejuvenated even.”
“Go and play your games with someone else, Harlyn. I don’t fucking care about what you think you saw.”
“Fucking, yeah,” someone snickered.
“And we all saw,” someone else added.
I would not do her the favor of watching whatever she’d sent me in front of her although now I felt as if I needed to see that, even just so I knew what
