THE GOLDEN BOY'S TARGET
Ellie is a shy, lanky teenager, thrust into a world she doesn't belong in; a place whose students are worth more than their weight in gold. So Ellie 's plan is simple; keep her head down and focus on her studies. Be invisible.
But her plan shatters the moment she spills grape juice on Carter; the school’s golden boy, untouchable because of the power his family name possesses.
Ellie 's life implodes. What begins as an accident quickly spirals into a literal nightmare. Carter makes Ellie his target, and the torment rapidly escalates until one evening they reach a humiliating agreement.
Over time, lines blur adding a delicious layer of confusion to their twisted dynamic, one that neither of them care for.
But just when she thinks he can't take it anymore, salvation comes from an unlikely source; her favorite teacher, one he has secretly admired.
As this forbidden relationship blooms and Carter is fended off, Ellie can take a deep breath again. Everything is finally ok.
Until it isn't.
The ultimate betrayal leaves Ellie shattered, sitting amidst the broken pieces of her recently found happiness. She becomes a shell of her former self, shutting out everyone trying to reach her, which shockingly includes Carter.
Why? Why is he suddenly desperate to get in touch with Ellie ? And will he succeed? Or will it not matter anyway because she's too far gone?
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Chapter: GOSSIP AND ISOLATIONEllie’s POVIt started small like everything awful doesa whisper in the hallwaya laugh that lasted half a second too longsomeone pretending not to look while absolutely lookingBy second period it had mutatedby lunch it had grown teethApparently Carter and I had a moment in the libraryor so the universe decideda rumor that somehow turned into three versions before the day was even half overIn one version he kissed meIn another I kissed himand the third—my personal favorite—involved a love confession written on the back of my notebook which he supposedly read aloud in dramatic fashionOscar-worthy nonsenseBy the time I reached my locker, I could feel it—the air heavier than usual, like gossip had actual weightA pair of girls leaned near the drinking fountainnot even trying to be discreet“She literally fell on him,” one said,and the other giggled,“Sure, accidentally.”I slammed my locker harder than necessaryBooks rattled. So did my patience.---I told myself to ignore
Last Updated: 2025-11-07
Chapter: ACCIDENTAL INTIMACYEllie’s POVThe universe has a terrible sense of humorbecause the one day I actually consider skipping classMrs. Kent decides to announce a group projectAnd not just any group project—a graded onea long oneworth half the semester’s sanity“Pairs will be assigned,” she says with the kind of joy people usually reserve for revengeand that’s when I know I’m doomedThe room fills with whisperspeople sliding desks closer to their friendsI pray for Bethanyfor literally anyonebut noMrs. Kent clears her throat like she’s about to ruin a life“Ellie... and Carter.”My stomach dropsThe whole class hums like it’s been waiting for this plot twistCarter glances at me, smirkinga predator amused by fate’s generosityI sink lower in my seat“I think the system’s broken,” I mutterbut Mrs. Kent’s already moved onSo that’s thatme and Cartertrapped together in the academic version of hell---After class, I gather my things slow, hoping he’ll leave firsthe doesn’the lingers by the doo
Last Updated: 2025-11-07
Chapter: THE CONFRONTATIONEllie’s POVBy the time second period rolls around, my brain feels like someone left it on low batteryand my patience is at one percentMrs. Calloway’s voice hums in the background like a broken fanCarter’s sitting two rows over, pretending to read, but mostly just waiting for his next performanceBecause that’s what he does best—make a sceneand I, unfortunately, am his favorite stageI tell myself to focusto keep my head down, to just survive the day without being publicly humiliated for breathing wrongbut when the teacher asks for volunteers to read, I already know my luck’s expired“Ellie,” Mrs. Calloway says, like she’s tossing me into a pit for entertainment“Why don’t you take the next paragraph?”Of courseI open my mouth to start readingbut before I even finish the first line, Carter’s voice cuts inmocking, lazy, too loud“Could you speak up? We can’t all hear your mumbling.”Laughter ripples through the roomthin and sharpI freeze for half a second too long, and that’
Last Updated: 2025-11-06
Chapter: DANTE'S ARRIVALEllie’s POVThe morning starts out suspiciously normaltoo normalwhich in my experience means disaster is lurking somewhere behind the vending machineThe halls smell like cheap deodorant and burnt coffeestudents shuffle past half-asleep, phones glued to facesand for once, Carter isn’t in sightno smirks, no whispers, no reason to keep my shoulders tensed like a bowstringI should’ve known peace this early in the day was an illusionIt happens during third periodHistory, of coursebecause boredom attracts chaos like moths to a flameThe classroom door creaks open mid-lectureand just like that, silence floods inThe kind that only happens when someone new walks into a place where everyone already knows each other’s dramaHe’s tallnot Carter-tall, but enough that the teacher looks up like she’s not sure if she’s supposed to scold or salute himDark hair, messy but on purposeshirt rolled at the sleevestie hanging like it gave up halfway through the morningDante LeMondethe trans
Last Updated: 2025-11-06
Chapter: STRATEGIC RETREATEllie’s POV******The cafeteria smells like grease and fearor maybe that’s just me projecting againeither way it’s too bright, too loud, too full of eyes pretending not to lookI keep my head downpretend my tray is fascinatingthe mashed potatoes have formed a shape like a frown and honestly I get itBethany sits across from me picking at her fries like they’ve personally offended her“You can’t just keep hiding,” she says finallyher voice is low, tired, like she’s already lost this argument before starting it“I’m not hiding,” I mumblewhich is a lie so bad it deserves a standing ovation“I’m just… adjusting my routes”She lifts a brow“Adjusting your routes? Ellie, you’ve been taking the long way to class like you’re avoiding landmines.”I stab a piece of chicken with my fork, watching the gravy bleed out“Landmines would be easier. At least they don’t smirk at you afterward.”The table goes quiet except for the sound of someone laughing three rows downCarter’s laughsharp, cl
Last Updated: 2025-11-06
Chapter: THE CRUEL CLICKChapter 9Ellie's pov ************ I got home tired and my mom ignored my greetings as always. At this point I pretended not to care anymore because why not, dad was always away and I'm good as dead to mum. Seriously I think life sucks. Bethany complains about her siblings taking her mango puree and fighting for the remote and I cannot relate because news flash : I'm an only child. Anyways I go up to my room to rest before dinner and I pickup my phone because what else is more peaceful than phone in bed time. As I scroll through I*******m I see a pat from an anonymous account named "Ellie's worst enemy" and the post was "Ellie's a bed wetter, click for details" I threw my phone across the room in rage. WHY WOULD THEY DO THAT ?!!!!!! Like WHYYYYYYY??? hell I started potty training at one. Like what the actual hell?? I took my laptop and FaceTimed Bethany "hey girl wassup" "I'm fine as a horse" I muttered "you don't sound fine though" "I SAID I'M FINE" I screamed at her "now I know
Last Updated: 2025-11-04
Chapter: Crowns And ChainsThe news arrived before dawn, carried by a breathless scout whose boots were still caked with red border dust. He barely waited to be announced before kneeling in the council chamber, chest heaving as though the weight of what he carried might crush him if he stood too long. Aziel listened in silence, jaw tightening with every word that spilled from the man’s mouth. By the time the scout finished, the quiet that followed was sharp enough to draw blood.“They’re mobilizing,” the scout said again, as if repeating it might soften the blow. “The Virellan banners were seen two days’ ride from the eastern border. Northmark has recalled its merchants and armed its river towns. They’re not hiding it anymore.”A murmur swept through the chamber, fast and ugly. Chairs scraped against stone as council members leaned toward one another, voices overlap
Last Updated: 2026-01-22
Chapter: A Cry Against The CupThe council chamber had never felt so tight, so crowded with breath and restrained hostility, as it did when Aziel rose from his seat. The murmurs that had followed Lyra for days stilled in an instant, not out of respect but out of anticipation. Everyone sensed that something fragile was about to be tested, and fragility in a court like this often shattered loudly.Aziel’s voice cut through the silence, steady but edged with something raw. He did not pace or posture, did not soften his words with diplomacy, and that alone unsettled the room. He spoke Lyra’s name plainly, without qualifiers or excuses, and claimed her as his mate in front of them all.“She has done nothing to warrant suspicion,” he said, gaze sweeping the council like a blade laid flat. “Rumors are not truth, and fear is not evidence.” A few council members shifted, exchanging looks th
Last Updated: 2026-01-22
Chapter: Murmurs Beneath The Blue MoonThe corridor beyond Lyra’s chamber had not yet settled into its midnight hush when the voices reached her, thin as smoke and just as poisonous. She paused with her hand still resting on the doorframe, every instinct telling her to listen rather than retreat. The names floated first old names, buried names and then one phrase cut clean through her chest like a blade drawn slow: the Blue Moon Massacre.Her breath stalled, sharp and shallow, as memory threatened to drag her under. She pressed herself into the shadow of the alcove, heart hammering while the voices drifted closer, careless and cruel in their curiosity. It had been years since she’d heard those words spoken so lightly, stripped of blood and screams, reduced to rumor and cautionary tale.“They say she came from the north after it,” one court lady murmured, her silk skirts
Last Updated: 2026-01-22
Chapter: Inherited WondsThe guards Aziel assigned did not leave Lyra’s side, not even when night fell and the fortress settled into uneasy sleep. Their presence followed her like shadows that breathed, stood when she stood, and paused when she paused, as if she were a fragile thing about to shatter. She smiled when they bowed and thanked them when they opened doors, but inside, something tight and bitter coiled around her ribs. Protection, she realized, felt exactly like imprisonment when it was forced upon you.She was standing by Vera’s cradle when it happened, fingers trailing softly over the edge as she counted each quiet breath her daughter took. Vera stirred restlessly, her tiny face scrunching in discomfort, a faint whimper escaping her lips. Lyra’s heart stuttered, then lurched violently as she reached down and pressed her palm gently against Vera
Last Updated: 2026-01-21
Chapter: A Gilded CageLyra realized something had changed the moment she noticed the footsteps. They were not close enough to be intrusive, not loud enough to announce themselves, but they followed her rhythm too precisely to be coincidence. When she slowed, they slowed. When she stopped, they halted just a breath later. She did not turn around at first, but her spine stiffened all the same, instinct already naming what her eyes had not yet confirmed.When she finally glanced over her shoulder, she saw them two guards, both familiar faces from Aziel’s personal rotation. Their expressions were neutral, carefully schooled, but their presence alone was a statement. Not protection. Not courtesy. Supervision. Lyra’s mouth curved into a faint smile that held no warmth at all.“So,” she said lightly, turning fully to face them, “this is how it’s going to be now.”Neither
Last Updated: 2026-01-21
Chapter: Asked Before The StomThe days after the failed assassination did not settle, they frayed. Trust, once strained, now thinned to something translucent and brittle, stretched across the fortress like skin over bone. Whispers multiplied, voices dropping whenever footsteps approached, eyes sliding away too quickly to be innocent. Even the walls seemed to listen, holding secrets they would not release without blood.Lyra felt it everywhere she went. In the way guards stiffened when she passed, in the way courtiers smiled too fast and too wide, in the way silence followed her like a second shadow. She did not flinch from it, did not soften herself to reassure them. Fear, she knew, respected certainty more than kindness.The summons came at dusk, delivered by a messenger whose hands shook despite his formal tone. The council requested her presenc
Last Updated: 2026-01-21
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