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Disguised As A Boy To Attend Belmont High School

Warning: Would contain 18+ scenes at Volume 2 In a world where social hierarchy and family legacy reign supreme, Olivia Williams, a brilliant and determined student, disguises herself as a boy to attend the prestigious Belmont High School. She's won a coveted mathematics scholarship, but her triumph comes with a price: keeping her true identity hidden amidst the treacherous landscape of boarding school life. Enter George Lucas, the charismatic and arrogant heir to Belmont's legacy, who finds himself inexplicably drawn to "Olivia," the mysterious new student. As they engage in a fiery hate-to-love relationship, Olivia must navigate the complexities of her own feelings, the danger of discovery, and the class differences that threaten to tear them apart. As they delve deeper into their whirlwind romance, Olivia and George must confront the dark secrets of their own identities, the weight of family expectations, and the transformative power of love. But with great passion comes great risk: their relationship could upend George's family's reputation and legacy, forcing them to choose between love and loyalty. __________ Excerpt~ George's eyes locked onto Olivia's, his gaze filled with adoration. "I can't help but love you," Olivia whispered, her voice barely audible. "Just where have you been all my life?" she asked, her eyes searching his face. George's heart swelled with emotion, his love for her overflowing. "I've been waiting for you, Olivia," he replied, his voice filled with conviction. "I've been waiting for the moment when our hearts could beat as one." Olivia's heart skipped a beat as George's lips met hers, their love a sweet surrender to the destiny that had brought them together.

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The Road To Recovery.

Mark's expression darkened with curiosity. "Yeah… just how did he get it? The Aiden I know wouldn't be reckless."

Olive's question hung in the air, unanswered. Mark's eyes narrowed, lost in thought, just like Lara.

Lara's voice was barely above a whisper. "He'll tell us when he's ready. Let's just hope he gets better soon."

"Exactly! We should be supportive, not judgmental," Olive added, her voice serious as her gaze remained fixed on the door. Lara and Mark nodded in agreement, their expressions determined as they directed their attention to the door, waiting patiently for Aiden.

The silence in the waiting area was oppressive, punctuated only by the occasional footsteps of hospital staff and the murmurs of other patients.

"Hey, kids!" a voice called out. Looking up, they saw a young man with a bald head, just like Aiden. He was seated in a wheelchair. "How are you all doing?"