Megan Cole

Fortune: The Original Snogbuster


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      Fortune

      Megan Cole

      

       To every girl who wantsto be somebody.

       With thanks to Hannah,for the inspiration.

      Table of Contents

       Cover Page

       Title Page

       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 thirty

       Chapter thirty-one

       Chapter thirty-two

       Chapter thirty-three

       Chapter thirty-four

       Chapter thirty-five

       Chapter thirty-six

       Chapter thirty-seven

       Chapter thirty-eight

       Chapter thirty-nine

       Chapter forty

       Chapter forty-one

       Chapter forty-two

       Chapter forty-three

       Chapter forty-four

       Chapter forty-five

       Epilogue

       Copyright

       About the Publisher

       Chapter one

       New York CityJuly

      ‘Why the hell shouldn’t I have Botox? It’s my face.’

      Nineteen-year-old Madison Vanderbilt, ice-blonde hair cascading down her back, eyed her mother belligerently over the fifteen-foot breakfast bar.

      Candy Vanderbilt, a stretched-face forty-something with diamonds dripping from her ears and neck, showed the first bit of common sense she’d had in her life. ‘Honey, don’t you think you’re a little bit young?’

      ‘Heidi Montag had, like, everything done.’ Madison offered up a smooth, blemish-free face, courtesy of regular facials at the most expensive beauty salon on Fifth Avenue. ‘I’m covered in wrinkles, look!’

      Candy frowned, or rather tried to. Her own forehead was so frozen that she had difficulty registering any expression at all. ‘Why don’t you leave it for a few years? Twenty-one is as good a time to start as any.’

      ‘That’s if I don’t look 112 by then,’ huffed Madison. God, her life sucked! Come July, she’d normally be joining the rest of her friends in the Hamptons for a summer of sunbathing and scoping out hot guys. This year,