From Burger Barn to Billionaire's Trap

week. My entire future felt crammed into the dense textbooks spread across the worn table. A full ride to an Ivy League school-that

fell over

oked

than my entire semester's tuition, stood there. The

man asked. Her voice w

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smile a little too wide. "Charles and

r supermarkets were on every

ontinued, her eyes glistening

his had to

ment across the table. A DNA report.

a revolving door of indifference, ha

ake Anderson, star quarterback, the guy every girl at Nort

ing thing. "Emily. It's.

bing her eyes. "Between our families. You a

ike some me

family. The campus heartthrob

ian Walton's perfectly coiffed head, a shimme

tears are Emmy-worthy

d. Rubbe

still

up under Blake's han

e paycheck. And maybe to fin

ing for the DN

ntly from the table. "You've suffered so much. Come home with us. You don't need to wor

our precious Jessica can fi

urmur. "Emily, listen. Studying is

y making sure you fail.

ey all seemed to recede. The shimmering, scro

it's game over. She'll be chewed up and spat out

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