Megan Cole - Riches - Snog, Steal and Burn

Copyright Contents Cover Title Page Copyright Dedication 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 Chapter Twenty-five Chapter Twenty-six Chapter Twenty-seven Chapter Twenty-eight Chapter Twenty-nine Chapter Thrity Epilogue Credits Previously by Megan Cole About the Publisher

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Dedication Contents Cover Title Page Copyright Dedication 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 Chapter Twenty-five Chapter Twenty-six Chapter Twenty-seven Chapter Twenty-eight Chapter Twenty-nine Chapter Thrity Epilogue Credits Previously by Megan Cole About the Publisher

To all you fashion-loving badasses out there.

– Megan Cole

Contents

Cover

Title Page

Copyright

Dedication

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

Chapter Twenty-five

Chapter Twenty-six

Chapter Twenty-seven

Chapter Twenty-eight

Chapter Twenty-nine

Chapter Thrity

Epilogue

Credits

Previously by Megan Cole

About the Publisher

Chapter One Contents Cover Title Page Copyright Dedication 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 Chapter Twenty-five Chapter Twenty-six Chapter Twenty-seven Chapter Twenty-eight Chapter Twenty-nine Chapter Thrity Epilogue Credits Previously by Megan Cole About the Publisher

Buenos Aires, Argentina.

It was the dead of night at St Winifred’s School for Girls in the Argentinean capital. The sprawling grounds lay in darkness, the historic buildings silent. On the tennis courts a lone leaf skittered along in a gentle breeze: scrape, scrape, scrape. In the skies high above, a transatlantic jet hummed quietly.

At the far side of the site, by the polo pitch that had been built especially to give the young students a taste of the country’s national sport, there was a sudden movement. A stray dog, making its escape with scraps from the kitchen bins, stopped and watched as a shadowy figure appeared on the other side of the boundary fence. They stared each other out for a moment, both unwelcome presences. The human hissed at the dog and it flattened its tail whimpering, before taking off back into the night.

The shadow put a hand on the fence and jumped over. There had been no problem sneaking past the fat guard on the gate - asleep as usual with his mouth open and a cheesy chat show blaring out of the TV in the background. The shadow curled its lips into a smile. St Winifred’s really should invest in better security. Parents spent all this money to send their little darlings here thinking they were safe, all tucked up in their dormitories. But anyone could get in here.

It really wasn’t safe.

Picking up a big black bag, the shadow started to run across the lawn. It had nearly reached the main building when suddenly the place was flooded with security lights. ‘Celine Van Der Berg!’ boomed a furious voice. ‘Stop this INSTANT!’

Celine cursed and came to a grinding halt. Her dragon of a housemistress was standing at a first floor window, her huge bulk almost filling it. Celine did a double-take - was the old bat holding a loudhailer ?

‘Stay right there!’ Mrs Gonzales boomed. ‘Don’t move an inch!’

Celine rolled her eyes. So much for her quiet return. One by one lights started to flicker on and a minute later the front door to the boarding house burst open.

Mrs Gonzales bustled out, looking like a big pink tank in her hideous dressing gown. ‘What do you think you’re doing? It’s three o’clock in the morning!’ Her fury abated for a second to take in the asymmetric mini dress Celine was wearing - PVC, black and artfully cut off one shoulder. Most definitely not the regulation sludge brown of St Winifred’s. ‘And what on earth are you wearing?’ she gasped.

Celine did a little turn, perfectly copied from the catwalk. ‘Nice, huh? I made it myself.’

‘You look like a slut!’ Mrs Gonzales’s nostrils flared. ‘How dare you sneak off school premises? You’re in big trouble, young lady.’

Celine yawned. ‘So everyone keeps telling me.’

The housemistress grabbed her arm. ‘Headmistress’s office, now. I’ve informed Miss Ramone and she is most displeased.’ She smiled nastily. ‘I wouldn’t be surprised if she expels you this time, Van Der Berg.’

Ten minutes later Celine was in the secretary’s office, waiting for her showdown. She could see the outline of Mrs Gonzales through the frosted glass door, standing there like a sentry. The old bag must be thrilled with her prize catch; Celine was surprised she hadn’t used a net.

Celine swung her long legs up on the desk, feet black from dancing barefoot all night. Bored, she got out her iPhone and looked at the new screensaver of her and Eduardo again. They’d met earlier at Fiesta and totally hit it off. Pity Eduardo had a girlfriend - sloppy seconds wasn’t Celine’s style. He’d already friend-requested her on Facebook though, so she’d just have to keep an eye on his relationship status.