You’re Not a Page

Summary

Our campus was too small for a delusional deity like Ivy.

I didn’t grasp the full extent of her madness until days later, when my penniless roommate dared to crash my engagement party—wearing my custom wedding gown and dripping in my million-dollar jewelry.

She crossed her arms, eyeing me with disgust as if I were the trespasser. “Look who showed up. The imposter,” she sneered. “You’ve leeched off my family and stolen my life for twenty years. But as former roommates, kneel and beg, and I might let you serve me to pay off your debt.”