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His Bet, Her Heist: A Calculated Romance

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 450    |    Released on: 12/06/2025

ry, the same place Mark had failed so spectacularly. He

shy smile on his face. "I've seen your n

mild surprise. "Than

ials through my family's tutor. And some college application essay coaches. I was thinking, you're c

f books in front of me. "Y

erling Circle, I might have been flattered, even gratef

wouldn't have to worry. I thought of the crushing weight of our bills. Ethan Vanderbilt, with his

" I said, allowing a hint of warmth in

ling at the corners. "We could study

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xclusive coaching centers, insights from Ivy League admission consultants. My practice scores, already good, start

led milk. She' d corner Ethan in the hallways, her voice a low hiss, bu

s I already understood. He was a means to an end, a very valuable one. He thought he was reeling me in. He had no idea I was the one holding the line. My dad' s

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His Bet, Her Heist: A Calculated Romance
His Bet, Her Heist: A Calculated Romance
“I was Northwood Academy's charity case, my worn backpack and second-hand uniform screaming my poverty louder than any whisper. Living miles from this privileged world, with my disabled dad and our crushing bills, escaping was my only thought. But Jessica Thorne, the queen bee, made sure I never forgot my place. It started with the "First Annual Northwood Philanthropy Prize." My name was called, not for an award, but for public humiliation. They presented me with a massive cardboard check: "$0.00 – For Being Our Charity Case." Laughter swelled, burning my face, but I kept my expression neutral. Then, I overheard them: "The Sterling Bet." The school' s elite rich boys, led by golden boy Ethan Vanderbilt, schemed to fake a relationship with me, build me up, then publicly shatter my reputation right before the SATs, ensuring my future was ruined. My blood ran cold. This wasn't merely mockery; it was calculated sabotage, a crueler kind of war. Jessica's venomous glare confirmed she endorsed it, her bizarre comment about me being a "cheap knock-off" adding a chilling, unsettling layer to their game. Were they truly this bored and cruel? But they underestimated the girl with nothing to lose. They wanted to play? Fine. I would play too. With an icy resolve hardening my heart, I smiled, accepting Ethan's offer of "help." My goal was no longer just survival. It was a calculated heist, and their resources would be my vault. I would win.”
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