Prologue

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Westbridge University was more than just a place to study — it was a battlefield where alliances were tested, secrets buried, and rivalries ignited.
Luke and Isabella had been entangled in competition since they could remember. Childhood friends turned academic rivals, their history ran deeper than anything else. But beneath the burning rivalry was a feeling, a strong emotion, which they both were scared to acknowledge. Meanwhile, Xavier and Ayana, their best friend's respective, were the uni's wild cards. Each one being the sun of the room they walked into. Jealous gazes and nasty fights, all for her. Oh, Xavi.



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"Ready to eat my dust on the track again, Luke?" Xavier called out with a grin, slapping his best friend on the back.
Luke smirked, eyes gleaming with challenge. "Only if you don’t choke under pressure this time."
Isabella rolled her eyes from where she stood beside Ayana. "You boys and your endless competitions. Some of us have actual work to do."
Ayana laughed, nudging Isabella. "Come on, Isa, admit it — you love the chaos as much as we do."
Isabella shook her head, but the corner of her mouth twitched upward. "Maybe. But don’t think I won’t beat you all, in class or on the track."
The four shared a look — fierce, playful, and full of unspoken promises.  they were racing toward something far more complicated than any finish line.

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