Some people had money, others had power, but Bella?
She had beauty, and she wasn't afraid to use it.
As she walked through the campus that day, her mind kept circling back to Jack.
Should I go for him? she wondered. He was handsome, confident, and—most importantly—he looked like he came from money.
Bella knew her worth. Even as a child, boys had been drawn to her.
In grade school, in high school—wherever she went, there was always a line of admirers.
If not for the strict training her mother had drilled into her from a young age, she might have been swept away by all that attention, lost in the illusion of love rather than understanding the reality of power.
Jack wasn't just another admirer, though. He was different.
That evening, Bella headed home, her thoughts still tangled in the possibilities of what Jack could mean for her future.
