Her Spite: A Reverse Harem Bully Romance (The Forgotten Elites Book 2) by Eden Beck (best adventure books to read .TXT) š
- Author: Eden Beck
Book online Ā«Her Spite: A Reverse Harem Bully Romance (The Forgotten Elites Book 2) by Eden Beck (best adventure books to read .TXT) šĀ». Author Eden Beck
Her Spite
The Forgotten Elites Book Two
Eden Beck
Her Spite by Eden Beck
Ā© 2021 Eden Beck
All rights reserved. This book or parts thereof may not be reproduced in any form, stored in any retrieval system, or transmitted in any form by any meansāelectronic, mechanical, photocopy, recording, or otherwiseāwithout prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of including brief passages for use in a review.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the authorās imagination or are used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
For permissions contact:
authoredenbeck@gmail.com
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
A Note From The Author
Also by Eden Beck
Chapter One
Never in a million years would I think Iād be itching to get back to Ridgecrest classes.
But here I am.
Spending a week alone on campus will do that to you, especially when the alternative is ā¦ well, there is no alternative. Not now that Iāve basically been disowned.
No, not basically.
Have been disowned.
I thought it was bad enough getting caught kissing Ben Haverdy, the teacherās aide at Sisters of Virtue Catholic school. After all, that is why I was sent to Ridgecrestās gap-year program in the first place. A school full of delinquents sent here for teenage pregnancies, selling drugs, and worseāand Iām here for a single kiss.
Well, now two.
Coming to Ridgecrest wasnāt my choice, but staying here is. And for that, Iām paying the price.
Spending the last week essentially all alone on campus hasnāt been greatāto say the least. But now that my parents wonāt so much as reply to an email from me, I have nowhere else to go, no way to get there, and basically no money.
Aside from the small bit of cash that Iād been smart enough to withdraw from the bank before my parents closed my accountāa crazy early Christmas gift to meāI donāt have much else besides the few personal belongings in my room.
At least itās somethingādefinitely not enough to be able to go anywhere though.
Just enough to make sure Iāll be able to eat when the Thanksgiving and Christmas breaks come around ā¦ but donāt even get me started on what Iām supposed to do afterward. I canāt even begin to think about that. Part of me still thinks thereās no way my parents can really disown me forever.
And then the other part of me knows better.
The part of me that knows them.
Like everything else, my parents controlled ā¦ control all of my money and finances. As soon as they decided to renounce me, they locked my bank account and I lost access to any sort of financial support that I used to have. Not that it was ever much, they kept me on such a short leash ā¦ and certainly nothing compared to what most of the Ridgecrest kids have.
I canāt imagine Bridget in my position. She would die.
And thatās not an exaggeration. I think she would literally just drop dead from the indignity of it all.
But for me, itās fineāreally. A small price to pay for my freedom.
Freedom that should not have come at such a steep price. If onlyā
If only one person would believe me for once. Just one.
But those are thoughts that lead to nowhere but a dark spiral, and if Iām going to make it through the next few months here at Ridgecrestāhell, if Iām going to make it through the next few weeksāIām going to have to be stronger than that.
I have more to contend with now than just my own broke bank account.
And those things have names.
Warren.
Chase.
Sterling.
And, of course ā¦ eventually, Bridget too.
Things are definitely going to get a lot more exciting around campus now.
Being tossed aside by parents is surprisingly freeing; and since I no longer have to fight against the idea of me being the heathen that everyone here is trying to make me out to be ā¦ thereās literally nothing to be afraid of anymore. Iām in charge of how things play out now, and if my last little chat with Bridget is any indicator, Iām pretty sure that she and the guys arenāt going to like the way that I run the game.
Not now that Iām in charge.
The tables have turned, and I plan to use them to my full advantage.
Itās the only advantage I have, after all.
I used the break alone to figure out how I was best going to leverage the blackmail that I have over Bridget. I donāt know all the details of what happened, but I know enough to put Bridget right where I want her.
I know that somewhere thereās a baby that belongs to her. Where the child is, or who the father is ā¦ those are less important details. The biggest advantage I have is that Iām pretty sure Iām the only one who knows about the babe, besides Bridget and her parents.
I donāt even think that Warren knows about it, which might be the most powerful piece of the ā¦ information ā¦ I hold over her. I can only imagine how hurt and betrayed her twin brother would feel if he ever found out that his sister was keeping something as important as a baby from him.
In fact, I like to imagine that a lot.
But that might be because even in my mind, Warren is more than a little soft on the eyes.
Stop it, slut. Iāve already had enough trouble with boys. For once, for just one semester, Iād like to try to keep their hands off of meāand the rumors away from my already shattered reputation.
Thereās no way that Bridget will chance Warren finding out about it, or any of the other guys, or her friends for that
Comments (0)