Blog Tour: Corrupt Me by Bianca Borell

I’m afraid that by the time he’s done with me, my heart will be in shreds.

Corrupt Me, an all-new opposites attract, slow burn, dark college romance and the fourth book in the Corrupt Legacy Series from bestselling author Bianca Borell is now available!

Bailey

Hunter swept into my life like a hurricane. Cold, broody, and clearly hates me—if only I hated him too. So imagine my surprise when he offered to train me. Accepting his offer was something I never should have done, but with my life on the line, what choice did I have? His sole mission is to keep me safe, but my heart craves more. He claims he’ll never fall in love, yet his actions give me hope that he might change his mind. But I’m afraid that by the time he’s done with me, my heart will be in shreds.

Hunter

I don’t let anyone close, especially not close enough to see the demons that have haunted me for years. But Bailey makes me desire things I shouldn’t. I can’t stay away from her, no matter how much I want to. Bailey challenges and provokes me to the point of implosion. Yet, she’s mine to protect and keep safe. No one will ever get close enough to hurt her, even if her presence is my greatest torment. I hope she’s ready to face the consequences of taunting and tantalizing me. One time should cure me of this insanity, but deep down, I know one taste of her will never be enough. I don’t know who’s corrupting who anymore. I just know I can’t stop myself. I am screwed either way.

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Secrets. Deceit. Power. That’s the corrupt legacy I was born into. I have been in a stalemate for years, wishing nothing more than to escape the golden prison of the Family.

Two hundred years ago, six families laid the foundation for what would become an impressive empire: the Astors, the Vosses, the Sinclairs, the Langleys, the Prescotts, and the Fairchilds. Each family rules over a business sector—finance, real estate, healthcare, retail, education, and telecommunication—amassing so much power and influence that the Family has become untouchable and unfathomably rich.

The firstborn of each generation leads the empire, becoming the matriarch or patriarch of the Family, and serves as the unofficial ruler of Delaware, with the headquarters in Greenville.

Obedience has been paramount. You must follow the rules, or there will be consequences. In a worst-case scenario, that includes death. I don’t even know if dying would be worse than being an unwanted child and a thorn in the eye of the last matriarch, Grandmother. What I did wrong to deserve the harsh treatment remains a mystery, but apologizing for my existence seems pointless.

I learned a long time ago that you must adapt to survive. In the Family, the surest way to stay alive is to avoid attention—at least, that was my credo until everything changed drastically. Celine, the Langley heir, returned and she brought with her a cavalcade of upheaval. The most significant included finding out the Prescotts were still alive, Celine’s mother, Cassandra, had survived the accident, and Grandmother had passed away. Oh, and there weren’t only six founding families, but seven.

The Family is so dysfunctional that I doubt it’s salvageable, but I’ll always stay and try my best for my friends. With them by my side, I have survived. They own my complete loyalty.

My friends—Kaden Astor, Abigail Voss, and her boyfriend Dane Donovan, Blake Sinclair, Celine Langley, Mia and Hunter Prescott, and I are the heirs of the Family. But luckily, we won’t have to carry our families’ names once we marry. That’s the only big change Cassandra Langley, the current matriarch, made.

We’ll embrace the new Family name: Arison. Cassandra undid a wrong from the past by taking the name of the only female founding member, Clara Arison. Clara never married because that would have meant renouncing her seat and power to her husband. After her death, her influence faded—along with the rules she stood for: trust, respect, and togetherness vanished. Over time, she was forgotten.

Until now.

Not only will we end the greed that corroded the Family for over a century, but we will also end the battle for power. We will become one irrevocable unity––a Family under one name.

I don’t even care about renouncing my family name, Fairchild. It has brought me nothing but heartbreak.

After Grandmother’s death, things have changed for the better. Cassandra is different. I am not invisible to her. On the contrary, she was the first to ask me what I would like to do with my life.

I wanted to say finding love, which would be idiotic. I am good at one thing: coding and hacking. Computer programming is my world where, behind a screen, I am someone. It was that constant feeling of powerlessness that pushed me to learn. With code, you give instructions to a computer and become a creator. What started as a way to cope turned into a passion, something that kept me grounded.

It has kept me sane—sane in the face of parents who saw me as a nuisance. Sane when Kaden came up with an escape plan. Sane when Caleb Sinclair and Felix Astor were on the run. One is dead now, but the most dangerous one, Felix, is out there, biding his time.

It’s me versus him. He shouldn’t have stolen the money from me. Even though I stole it from the Family, diligently withdrawing bit by bit with a bug I infiltrated into the financial system. Ten million dollars, gone. It’s not necessarily about the sum—it’s a drop in a bucket to the Family’s finances. It’s the sting of being outsmarted. That money represented our way out, not only funding our escape, but starting a new life.

I failed, but once I pulled myself together, I pondered how that happened, quickly concluding it was Felix. He must have had help from someone in my vicinity. It has to be someone from my class.

I’ll find that person, and I’ll find him next. Felix has caused enough harm to the only family I know: my friends.

My transformation took root inside of me when Grandmother was on her deathbed. It was the first time she looked at me differently—not with the usual disdain, but almost contemplatively.

She said something that I haven’t stopped thinking about for months now.

“The sins of the parents are not yours to carry. I apologize.”

Then she gifted me something antique—a small compact golden box designed to hide secret messages, just waiting for me to crack. I opened it immediately, but the note inside was blank. The box sits on my desk, a constant reminder that there’s still another puzzle to solve.

What sins? What secret could have been so terrible that every time she looked at me, she sighed deeply, preferring to disregard my presence altogether?

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