Novels

I deliberately left the window open, letting the crime boss hear me with someone else all night long. The next morning, he asked me with a gloomy face, "Can I join in?"

At the reunion, he was a total success, showing up with his gorgeous girlfriend. "If you hadn't let him go," she said, her voice dripping with a touch of malice, "you'd be Mrs. Sterling by now." He sat across from me, his arm possessively around his girlfriend, a cool indifference in his eyes. "That was a lifetime ago," he said, his tone dismissive. The others, always up for some drama, started egging us on. Under his gaze, I quietly covered the scar on my wrist and forced a smile. "Yeah, we… we're ancient history," I said, the words feeling like sandpaper in my mouth. 1 "Didn't

After the car accident, I decided to play a little prank on my husband and son. I pretended to have amnesia. “Who are you?” I asked, feigning confusion. A flicker of mischief crossed my son, Alex’s, face. He led the woman standing outside the hospital room to my bedside. “Mom, these are just some people from church, here to see how you’re doing,” he said, the little stinker. My husband, Mark, stood silently by, not correcting him. Not a peep. “We’re so sorry to hear about your accident, ma’am,” the woman, Sarah, said, her voice soft and gentle. I could tell she felt a little

My mom was pregnant with my little brother, Liam. During a checkup, they discovered he had XYY syndrome. Everyone told Mom she should terminate the pregnancy. She refused, crying her eyes out. I asked her what XYY meant. She told me it meant Liam would be "extra strong, a real man's man," and that he'd protect me. I sort of understood, until Liam was seven and started bashing my mom's head in with a brick. Then I think I really understood what she meant. I was six when Mom got pregnant. After a few months, they secretly paid for a test

Five years ago, I got pregnant with David Bailey's baby. That's how I married into the Bailey family, becoming his wife in name only. For five years, David was utterly indifferent to me and our son, Liam. Three days ago, Liam and I were in a car accident. He didn't survive. And David? He was off to the Swiss Alps with his childhood sweetheart, Sarah, fulfilling some teenage pact. It was Liam's third day in the viewing room, and David hadn't even shown up. 1. People came and went, their faces plastered with fake grief. I was the only one who knew

It was the day before bonuses were supposed to be handed out, and my boss, Bob, called me into his office. He said my salary was too high, that my colleagues were complaining, and it was “bad for team morale.” He wanted to cut my pay and give my bonus to some new hire, a nephew of someone higher up. I agreed without hesitation. I was ready to coast. The next day, the client, conveniently, delayed their payment. The entire company couldn't hand out a single bonus. Bob begged me to help get the payment released. I simply replied, "Me handling

It was brutal how I dumped Josh. I practically destroyed him. Years later, successful and with a gorgeous girlfriend on his arm, he showed up at our high school reunion. I arrived fashionably late, and his girlfriend raised her glass to me. “Thanks for dumping Josh back then because he was broke,” she smirked. “Otherwise, I wouldn’t be the CEO’s girlfriend now.” I chuckled lightly, “No worries, I have a toast of my own. Sorry, I'm late; I had a blind date.” Josh’s hand spasmed, and his wine glass shattered on the floor. 1 As I opened the door to the private

My cousin, Ethan, was catfishing someone using my pictures. He was posting my selfies all over his social media, pretending to be me. I finally snapped and messaged him, "Dude, seriously? Knock it off." "Just a little longer, sis," he replied. "I'm almost at the top of the leaderboard. I'll break up with him after this game." Later, Ethan did break up with his online boyfriend. Then, Professor Hayes from the Physics department, someone I’d only seen across campus, asked me to come to his office. This whole thing started a few weeks ago. Ethan, who's still in high school, was acting weird. He

I confessed to my roommate, Ethan. His response? He crucified me online. A post on the campus forum, practically naming me, screamed, "My roommate is a disgusting, perverted faggot!" I had no choice but to switch rooms. My new roommate, thankfully, was "one of us"—no judgment, no disgust. But Ethan? He completely lost it. Like a man possessed, he started spending every night in my old room, lingering until lights out. 1. Before confessing, I'd braced myself for rejection. I figured it was a standard confession, two possible outcomes: success, we're a couple; failure, we're strangers. But when that forum post—the one calling me a "disgusting,