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Brielle Kingsley is wild, reckless, and filthy rich. She rules the school with glam, attitude, and chaos in her wake. Expelled from yet another elite academy, her billionaire parents have had enough, fix her, or she’s cut off for good.

Enter Elijah Carter - the quiet, brilliant scholarship student with zero tolerance for drama. He’s tasked with tutoring Brielle or losing his academic grant.

He wants peace.
She lives for trouble.
They were never supposed to mix.

But when forced proximity leads to forbidden feelings, secrets from Brielle’s dark past and Elijah’s complicated present begin to unravel.
And in a world full of lies, sabotage, and privilege - falling for each other might be the most dangerous thing of all.

He’s her calm. She’s his storm. Together, they’re about to change everything.

Taming Her Chaos

The world didn't pause after a kiss. It burned.

By the time Elijah and Brielle stepped off school grounds, the video had already gone viral. Not the fake one. This one, the real one. The kiss, the speech, the confession.

St. Augustine's had never seen anything like it.

And definitely not Mr. and Mrs. Kingsley.

"Sit," Principal Moore snapped, glaring at Elijah across her desk. "Do you understand what you've done?"

"Yes," Elijah replied calmly. "And I'd do it again."

Brielle sat beside him, unbothered. "You act like he set the school on fire."

Moore rubbed her temples. "You both disrespected school rules, hijacked an official assembly..."

"Did it trend though?" Brielle interrupted.

"Elijah, your scholarship is under review," Moore continued tightly. "You'll hear from the board this week."

Elijah nodded, but inside? His heart thundered.

He'd made his move. He just wasn't sure what the price would be.

"I'm sorry, you kissed him? In front of the whole school?" Mr. Kingsley's voice boomed.

Brielle stood, arms folded, defiant. "Yes."

"After everything, after we sent you to that school to get better, you bring this chaos into our name again?"

"He's not chaos," Brielle snapped. "You are. With your control and silence and pretending everything's perfect when it's not."

Mrs. Kingsley's lips were tight. "You're seventeen, Brielle. You don't understand what you're risking."

"No," Brielle said, voice shaking. "I finally do."

Her mother's eyes flicked to her father. "We'll fix this."

"You can't," Brielle said. "Because I'm not broken. I'm just not yours to control anymore."

And with that, she turned and walked out.

Elijah opened the door, only to be met with Mr. Kingsley.

Beside him, two security men. And behind them, Zane.

Mr. Kingsley stepped forward, slow and dangerous. "You've taken liberties. With my daughter. My family."

"And what exactly do you have to offer her?" Mr. Kingsley asked coldly. "A scholarship? A cramped apartment? Your pity?"

"Dignity. Truth. And someone who sees her."

Zane scoffed from behind. "Cute speech. You should've written poetry instead of ruining lives."

Elijah's fists clenched. "You mean like blackmailing her? Leaking fake videos?"

Zane stepped forward, fury in his eyes. "Watch your mouth, charity case."

"I'm not scared of you," Elijah said. "I'm not scared of any of you."

Mr. Kingsley raised a hand to Zane. "That's enough."

Then to Elijah: "Stay away from Brielle."

And then they left, like a storm on the horizon. Leaving Elijah breathless.

Ariana's Bedroom. Later That Night.

She scrolled through her phone, pausing on the clip of the kiss.

Thousands of comments. Likes. Heart emojis. Elijah + Brielle = endgame.

"They want to play messy?" she whispered.

Inside were screenshots. Old texts. Photos.

Consequences