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THE FALL OF A GOD

HOLLY RENEE

Copyright © 2021 by Holly Renee.

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictional manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or deceased, or events is purely coincidental.

The Fall of a God

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CONTENTS

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-one

Chapter Twenty-two

Chapter Twenty-three

Chapter Twenty-four

The End

Epilogue

What’s Next?

THANK YOU

About the Author

Acknowledgments

CHAPTER ONE

JOSIE

This town was filled with monsters who were parading as men.

But they all revealed who they were eventually.

And the rest of us paid the price.

I thought I knew where the snakes lied. I thought I was prepared, but I was a fool. Beck Clermont was the worst of them all. He had wound his way around every part of me. He had me completely trapped before he sank in his fangs, and I was helpless.

I slipped into his plan as if I was meant to be there. He knew the part he was playing well. He was the villain, and I was the girl he fucked over without a second thought.

It had been all I could think about when I took the extra time getting dressed and doing my hair this morning. I had pulled my skirt the tiniest bit higher and lined my eyes almost unnoticeably darker, but those small things fueled me.

If he wanted to make me out to be a whore, then I would fuck up every part of his world.

I would be the whore who fucked him out of everything he ever wanted.

It had been a week since he posted the video of us on Instagram.

An Instagram account that had apparently been run by the Clermont Bay Prep baseball team for years. That was what Allie had told me. It had been passed down to the captain through the years, and it had been used to rate girls in the school based on how hot the team thought they were.

According to Allie, the good thing was that only those who followed the page saw the video. But it was still seen by someone other than Beck or

myself, and that was too much.

I had given Beck more of myself than I had ever given anyone before, I had given him my virginity, and I was horrified.

I was angry. Furious. I felt insane with rage.

I never wanted to see Beck Clermont or his smug fucking face again.

But my father insisted that I go back to school. He demanded it. It didn’t matter that I had begged and pleaded to be moved to Clermont Bay High. He would have none of it.

His daughter wouldn’t be going to public school.

Because he apparently cared about what his daughter did or didn’t do now. From what I overheard when he and Amelia were arguing, he wouldn’t allow his family to be disrespected like that. He considered it a slap in the face.

I had never seen him so angry in my entire life. I had never feared him.

But he scared me when we left Beck’s house. He hid none of his anger as we had climbed into his car with Beck’s betrayal the only thing I could think of and my betrayal the only thing he could.

Lucas held me while I cried.

While my father yelled at me about how stupid I had been. I knew that I deserved it. I had been stupid. I had been a complete idiot.

But I didn’t want to hear anything he had to say. I didn’t need to be told that trusting Beck had been a mistake. That fact was clear to everyone.

They all had a front-row seat to what he had done to me. I didn’t even know if you could call it betrayal because he knew what he was doing the entire time. I was just a part of his plan. Nothing else. It didn’t matter that I had allowed myself to think differently.

He had never been anything more.

I just wanted my mother. She would have been disappointed in me too, I had no doubt about that, but she would have known how to fix this. She would have known how to help me.

And it wouldn’t have been in the same way my father helped.

He had the video shut down within a couple of hours of it being put up, and he was on the phone with his lawyers before we had even arrived back at his house. I didn’t know what he thought that would do.

The damage Beck had done could never be repaired.

That fact was evident as I walked through the halls of Clermont Bay Prep.

From the way everyone looked at me and the whispers that echoed off the

walls, I had no doubt that every student in this school had seen the video.

I had probably watched it a hundred times myself, and every time I just became angrier and angrier. Every time, I felt like I was sinking, and I would never find my way back to the surface.

The video had no sound, but it was clear as day what was happening. I was lying on the edge of the pool wearing nothing but a soaking wet bra.

Beck’s body blocked the camera from seeing most of mine, but it didn’t matter.

His head was buried between my legs. Legs that were spread completely open for him. My fingers gripped his hair as I begged him for more.

You didn’t need sound to know that.

It was written all over my face.

The way I wanted him was in every single move my body made.

The video was short, only twenty-three seconds, to be exact, but it was plenty long enough for everyone to see precisely what was happening between us.