LOGINScarlett Hayes only wants one thing—to survive her last two years at Westwood Academy. As a scholarship student surrounded by the children of billionaires, staying invisible is the safest option. Especially when it comes to Ronan Whitmore. The school's most feared boy. Ronan is rich, powerful, and completely unpredictable. Rumors follow him everywhere—fights, scandals, and secrets no one dares talk about. Scarlett has spent years avoiding him. Until the day Ronan approaches her with a shocking offer. He needs a fake girlfriend. Just for three months. Public dates, convincing photos, and the appearance of a perfect relationship. In return, Ronan promises to solve a problem that could destroy Scarlett’s future at Westwood. She knows it's a terrible idea. Everyone warns her to stay away from him. But Scarlett quickly learns something even more dangerous than Ronan Whitmore’s reputation. The way he looks at her isn’t fake. And the longer they pretend to be in love, the harder it becomes to remember that none of it is supposed to be real. Because the boy everyone fears might be hiding a truth that could ruin both of them. And if their fake relationship falls apart… Scarlett might become the next victim of the most dangerous boy in school.
View MoreScarlett's POVSaturday morning felt different.The accusations were gone. Elena had recanted. Victoria's post was still up, getting shared by people who'd called me a liar twenty-four hours ago. My name was clearing.But Maya wasn't celebrating.She showed up at my door at 8 a.m. No text. No warning. Just stood there with coffee and a face I couldn't read."We need to talk.""About what?""About him."Ronan. Of course.I let her in. Mom was still asleep. Hospital recovery meant lots of rest. I led Maya to my room and closed the door.She sat on my bed. Didn't touch the coffee."You look like someone died.""Someone almost did." She met my eyes. "You. Last night. At that party.""I'm fine.""Are you? Because I saw the photos. I saw the way he was touching you. The way you were looking at him." She leaned forward. "That's not fake, Scarlett. That's not performance. That's something else."I sat across from her. "I know.""You know?""I know it's not fake anymore."Maya stared at me. Th
Scarlett's POVThe post exploded.By Friday morning, Elena's accusations had been shared twenty thousand times. My face was everywhere. My name was a punchline. Strangers had opinions about my character, my grades, my worth.Then Ronan's text came.Ronan: Tonight. My family's estate. You're coming with me.I stared at the message.Me: Are you serious? People are calling me a fraud. A thief. Your ex is trying to destroy me. And you want me to go to a party?Ronan: Exactly. We show up together. We show them we're not hiding. We show them the accusations don't matter.Me: Or we show them I'm desperate enough to cling to you no matter what they say.Ronan: You're not clinging. You're standing. There's a difference.I hated when he said that.The car arrived at six. A black dress waited in the back seat. Expensive. Simple. The kind of thing I'd never worn.I changed in the car. The driver didn't look. The city blurred past.Ronan was waiting at the estate gates. Black suit. Dark tie. His e
Scarlett's POVThursday morning arrived with another text.Five days. The clock's ticking.I deleted it. Got dressed. Walked to the corner where Ronan's car waited.He didn't say anything when I climbed in. Just handed me coffee and stared out the window."You're quiet.""I'm thinking.""About what?""About how to end this." He looked at me. "Today."The car pulled up near the gates. Students lingered longer than usual. Waiting. Watching.Elena stood at the entrance. Victoria beside her. The same dozen girls flanking them like bodyguards.Ronan grabbed my hand. "Stay close.""I'm not scared of her.""I know. That's what scares me."We walked toward the gates. Elena's smile widened as we approached."Scarlett. Looking a little rough this morning. Trouble sleeping?""I sleep fine.""Must be nice. I'd be worried if I were you. Five days left and all."Ronan stepped forward. His voice dropped. "You have something to say to her, say it to me.""I'm not talking to you.""That's too bad." He
Scarlett's POVThe photo broke everything.By Wednesday morning, the kiss had been shared seventeen thousand times. People I'd never met had opinions about my relationship with Ronan. About my intentions. About how long I'd last.Elena was back at school.I spotted her at the gates. Blonde hair pulled back. Dark sunglasses. The same black dress she'd worn when she cornered me last week. She walked through the crowd like she owned it, and people parted for her like she did.Maya grabbed my arm. "Did you know she was coming back?""No.""She transferred out. Mid-year. Now she's suddenly back the day after your photo goes viral?" Maya's grip tightened. "That's not a coincidence."Ronan appeared beside me. His face was hard."I didn't know she was coming back.""Your ex just showed up the day after we went public." I kept my voice low. "Someone wants drama.""Someone wants attention." He watched Elena disappear into the building. "Don't give it to her."Easy for him to say. He wasn't the
Scarlett's POVI didn't sleep.The text played on repeat in my head. Nice try, scholarship girl. But this isn't over.Whoever sent it knew my name. Knew my status. Knew exactly where to hurt me.Tuesday morning arrived too fast. I stared at my ceiling until my alarm screamed, then stared some more.
Scarlett's POVThe day dragged.Every hallway brought whispers. Every classroom brought stares. Cheater. Fraud. Scholarship girl finally got caught.I kept my head down. Made it to last period. Almost free.Almost.The final bell rang. I grabbed my bag and headed for the exit. Home. Bed. Oblivion.
Scarlett's POVI splashed cold water on my face again. The mirror showed me pale and shaky, mascara somehow still intact. Miracle.Maya waited by the stairs. I just needed five seconds to breathe.The bathroom door opened."About time." I grabbed a paper towel. "I thought you said—""Scarlett Hayes
Scarlett's POVThe gymnasium chandeliers sparkled like they belonged in a palace instead of a high school. Twinkling lights. White tablecloths. A string quartet playing something fancy in the corner.Westwood Academy's Fall Gala.Fancy name for "watch rich kids pretend to be charitable while their
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