Feel For My Enemy by Vivienne McAllen at Inkitt

Summary

Diana Stuart never wanted to live under the shadow of a name she barely knew. After her father's tragic death, she and her mother lived a simple, quiet life - until the day her estranged grandmother, a woman of wealth and regret, appeared at their door. To make amends for the past, she enrolls Diana in the elite North Valley Academy - the same school where her late father, Jacob Stuart, once shone as a star athlete and hero of the upper class. But Diana quickly learns that behind the polished hallways and designer smiles, North Valley hides a cruel hierarchy - and at the top of it stands Erick Roosevelt. Rich. Arrogant. Untouchable. And the last person she should ever fall for. Yet, the more she fights it, the deeper she sinks into his world - a world of whispered secrets, dangerous games, and a love that feels as wrong as it does inevitable. Because sometimes, the heart doesn't choose sides. It just... falls.

Genre: Young Adult

Author: Vivienne McAllen

Status: Ongoing

Chapters: 4

Rating: n/a

Age Rating: 16+

Prologue - The Stuart Legacy

My father has always been just a blurred memory in old photographs —

a man with an easy smile, trophies on his shelf, and dreams that died with him on a rainy road before I could even call him Dad.

Jacob Stuart was the kind of man who believed in destiny. A rocket-ball champion, adored by everyone in the upper class — until he fell in love with Eleonora Reis, a woman who had nothing but courage and a beautiful smile.

My mother.

For love, he defied his family and lost everything — his fortune, his title, his place among the elite.

All he gained was us.

And then, fate took even that away.

I grew up hearing stories about him — how he rocked my crib, how he promised that one day I would study at his old school, North Valley Academy, the pride of the social elite.

I always thought it was just a fairy tale… until the day reality knocked on our door.

At seventeen, a graceful woman with cold eyes and a guilty past appeared at our humble home.

My grandmother, Margareth Stuart.

She wanted to meet me. To say she was sorry.

And as a peace offering, she enrolled me at North Valley Academy.

That was how it all began — my first step into the world my father once left behind.

And it was there that I met Erick Roosevelt.

Rich. Arrogant. Impossible.

The one person who would ruin my peace, and steal my heart.