LOGINWhen Ava Carter walks into Blackridge Academy with a fake name and a flawless plan, she’s not there to make friends — she’s there to destroy Jace Langston. He’s the boy who made her brother disappear. Son of a corrupt police chief. Golden boy with a perfect smile and a darkness no one sees. She knows getting close to him is the only way to expose the truth — and take down the entire Langston legacy. But Jace is not the careless rich boy she expected. He’s suspicious, cold, and way too clever. And the more Ava plays the part of the sweet new girl, the more she starts to see the cracks in his armor... and the truth in his eyes. As their twisted game spirals into something dangerous and electric, Ava has to choose: Break his heart — or let him have hers. Because revenge was never supposed to feel like this.
View MoreThe note sat in my pocket all night, burning through the fabric like fire. I didn’t sleep. I couldn’t. Every creak of the dorm pipes, every shuffle of feet in the hallway made me jolt upright, certain someone was coming for me.By morning, my head was heavy, my eyes gritty, but the fear hadn’t dulled. If anything, it had sharpened, slicing at me with every thought. Someone knew about me. About Jace. About everything.I’d survived weeks at Blackridge by convincing myself I was the one in control. That I was always one step ahead. But standing in front of my mirror, hair pulled back tight, uniform buttoned to the throat, I didn’t feel like Ava Carter or Eva Sinclair. I felt like prey.I told myself I wouldn’t involve Jace unless I had to. But the universe seemed determined to laugh in my face, because the second I stepped into the quad, he was already there. Leaning against the statue like he owned it, jacket slung
The problem with secrets is they never stay buried. Not the ones that matter, anyway. And no matter how many lies I pile on top of mine, I can still feel them, scratching from underneath, begging to be let out.That’s why meeting Jace tonight feels like walking into my own grave.We agreed to work together — or at least pretend to. But I can tell from the way he’s waiting under the bleachers, hands shoved in his pockets, shoulders tense, that strategy isn’t the first thing on his mind. His gaze lifts as I approach, shadowed and unreadable.“You’re late,” he says.“You’re impatient,” I shoot back, forcing my voice flat.He huffs a laugh, but there’s no humor in it. “Typical Carter.”I ignore the way my stomach twists when he uses my real name. I should correct him, remind him that as far as the rest of Blackridge is concerned, I’m Eva Sinclair. B
The first note should have been enough to scare me off. A warning, clear and simple. But Blackridge doesn’t operate in warnings—it operates in weapons. And tonight, I’m the one with a knife at my throat.The second note comes folded and tucked neatly into my history textbook. I find it when I open the book to take notes, the paper sliding out and landing on my desk. My pulse spikes before I even unfold it, because I already know what it’ll say.Hand it over. Or everyone learns who you really are.The tape. The flash drive sitting hidden inside my desk drawer under a false bottom I built myself. Proof of Noah, proof of Jace, proof of everything. Whoever’s pulling the strings knows I have it.My throat tightens. Around me, class drones on. The teacher’s chalk squeaks across the board. Students yawn, scribble, pass notes of their own. No one sees me freeze, no one notices the world narrowing to a single sente
The file shouldn’t exist.I know that the second I see the folder name glowing faintly on the computer screen, hidden behind layers of dull administrative documents and grade reports. It’s buried so deep in the system that it feels like stumbling on a locked diary—except this one doesn’t belong to me.Carter, Noah.My breath catches. My fingers hover over the trackpad, trembling.Noah’s name has been erased from Blackridge before. His awards gone from the trophy cases. His photo missing from class archives. The teachers pretend they barely remember him. And now here it is—his file, hidden in plain sight but tampered with, like someone wanted it lost and found at the same time.I click it open.The screen fills with scanned documents—attendance sheets, disciplinary notes, counselor evaluations. None of it looks unusual at first, until my eyes snag on the dates.The week Noah disap
I spend the next three days becoming a ghost. Not the invisible kind, though—I still show up to classes, still sit where I’m supposed to, still laugh at the right moments so no one suspects. But inside, I’m a shadow of myself. My body moves, but my mind is somewhere else. Back in that courtyard. Back in the heat of his mouth on mine. Back in the stupid, reckless choice that left me raw and aching.And Jace notices. Of course he does.He’s everywhere suddenly. In the halls, leaning against lockers like he owns the air I breathe. In class, turning his head just slightly so I feel his gaze burning into me. At lunch, across the cafeteria, his stormy eyes locked on mine like he’s daring me to look away.I always do.The thing is, I can’t face him. I don’t trust myself to. One look and I’ll remember how it felt, how he made me forget everything I swore I’d hold onto. And if I forget again, I&rs
The courtyard feels too still, like even the night itself is holding its breath. The stone path glows faintly under the lamplight, the shadows stretched long, dark, unforgiving. And here I am, standing too close to the one person I swore I would never let touch me.“You want to know who I am?” I whisper, my voice thinner than I want it to be. “Why does it matter so much?”Jace studies me, his jaw working like he’s chewing on words too sharp to say aloud. “Because you’re the only one I can’t figure out. Everyone else here? They’re predictable. I know what they want, what they’ll do. But you…” His voice drops, rough, low. “You’re chaos. And I can’t stop wanting to understand it.”My chest tightens. Chaos. If only he knew.I laugh under my breath, soft and brittle. “You don’t want to understand me. You want to dissect me, pick me apart u












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