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Sun Darkened

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Sun Darkened: Black or Gold At Valour College, excellence isn’t a goal—it’s the currency. Bisola Oladehinde is the undisputed Queen of Year 13. The daughter of a ruthless billionaire, she has spent her life being shaped into a masterpiece of precision and cold ambition. Her path to the Ivy League is paved with 4.5 GPAs and a silence that no one dares to break. She doesn't just win; she dominates. Then came Cian Beaumont-Adeyemi. Fourteen years old. A published researcher with honey-brown eyes and a mind that maps the world in non-linear equations. He doesn't follow the rules of the social hierarchy—he orbits them. He doesn't just challenge Bisola's ranking; he challenges the very logic she uses to survive her father's "boardroom" breakfasts. When the school’s most prestigious Applied Science project forces them into the same orbit, the friction is immediate. One is a machine of discipline; the other is a storm of intuition. In a world where gold is the only weight that matters, Bisola is about to find out what happens when a star brighter than her own enters the sky. Is he the rival meant to break her streak, or the eclipse meant to set her free?
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