Don't Mess With The MIT Heiress

orld. My eyes snapped open to the rain-streaked window – SATs morning, a d

ring food after the exam. Then, the peanuts. My throat closed. My

ed, her company attacked by Jessica' s followers. The worst? Dying, isolated and vilified, knowing J

destroyed by a calculated lie? I died a villain while she won. B

e SATs, once my undoing, now meant nothing to me. But they meant everything to them. The