Novels

I dated my lawyer boyfriend for five years. He canceled our wedding. Fifty-two times. First time? His intern messed up some paperwork. He ditched me at the beach to fix it. I waited all day. Alone. Second time, we were mid-ceremony when he bolted. Heard that intern was getting heat from another lawyer and left me to face the guests and their stares. After that, every time we tried again, there was always some "emergency" with her. Always. I finally hit my limit. I was done. Packed up and broke it off. But the day I left Ainsley? He totally lost it trying to find me.

At the engagement banquet, Ethan learned that his first love was being forced into an arranged marriage with his blind rival. Without hesitation, he rushed to register a marriage certificate with her. That very afternoon, the two flew to Iceland for their honeymoon. Their childhood love, so touching and profound, went viral across the internet. Meanwhile, I became the disgraceful third party who had interfered in their love, suffering such intense cyberbullying that I couldn’t even step out of my house. Unexpectedly, that blind rival of Ethan showed up at my door. "I’ve always been one to repay grievances in full. Since that brat Ethan stole my fiancée, I’ll just have to steal his woman. A fair trade requires reciprocity, Miss Shaw. Would you be willing to register a marriage with me?" I glanced at the trending search, where their romantic kiss under the aurora was all over the internet. Without hesitation, I handed my household registration booklet to the man before me.

"I picked up a dumbass. He had amnesia, but damn, he was gorgeous. I lied and told him he was my fiancé. The idiot believed me. Then his memory came back, and turns out he was some big-shot rich kid. He went back to his life, without a single look back. Two years later, I saw him again. I watched as the same guy, now used the toe of his expensive shoe to grind another man’s fingers into the floor, his voice like ice: ""Worthless."" I turned to run, and he called out: ""My fiancé, did you lose your memory too?"""

After an accident, I lost part of my memory. I remembered everything—my name, my life, even the pain—but not him. Not Dylan. The man I had loved for five years. I didn’t even say his name since I woke up. That’s how my best friend knew something was wrong. “You loved him,” Alice told me. “You stalked him. You broke for him. And he never chose you.” I wanted to remember. Until I heard his voice just outside my hospital door. “She won’t remember we’re the reason she fell in that cliff,” he said, like my pain was an inconvenience. “Good. Maybe now she’ll stop obsessing over me. God, I hate her.” That was the moment I decided—I didn’t want to remember anymore. I picked up the phone and made the call that changed everything. “Mom, Please… arrange the marriage.” “What? Wait—what about Dylan? Didn’t you tell me he was the only man you ever wanted to marry?” I let out a bitter breath. “I must’ve been out of my mind. I’m done loving a man who doesn’t care about me. I would forget about him from now on.” I chose peace over pain. A new life over an old wound. And just when I moved on… that’s when he realized what he’d lost. But some realizations come too late.

"I came back from the dead, and the first damn thing I did? I scattered my so-called best friend's ashes to the wind. Last time around, that backstabbing witch got knocked up out of wedlock. Her boyfriend and family? They ditched her faster than a hot potato. She barely made it through labor, bleeding out on the delivery table. With her last breath, she begged me to take her kid. Being the bleeding heart I was, I caved. I dropped out of school to raise that brat, facing nothing but hardship and judgment. Finally, when he turned eighteen, some Hollywood slimeball scouted him. Boom! Instant movie star. Then, at the awards show, who struts in like they own the place? My dead-for-years ""best friend,"" arm-in-arm with my ex. I was freaking floored. When I confronted her, she just smirked. ""Congrats on passing the test."" What freaking test? My ex, that arrogant jerk, explained. ""Darling here is a billionaire's daughter. We weren't sure if you were after her money."" ""Now that you've raised our kid, you can be her friend. A normal one."" ""If you raise him till he's married with kids, then maybe you can be her best friend."" My head exploded. I was supposed to be happy to be her friend? Eighteen freaking years wasted! I lunged at them, ready to rip their pretty faces off. But the golden boy jumped off the stage and shoved me away. ""Are you crazy? How dare you hurt my parents!"" I had a stroke right there and then. This time, I woke up on the day she gave birth. "

[I really hope you can make it to my wedding to witness my happy moment! Since we're classmates, I'll have my husband arrange a cleaning job for you.] With that, she posted a stunning photo of herself and her husband in wedding attire. My jaw dropped when I saw her husband's face. That was Logan Ridley—my husband, who married into my family. [Sure, I'll definitely come to witness your happiness!] I typed back, my fingers shaking slightly.

"My ex's childhood sweetheart, his freakin' untouchable goddess, came back to town. Everyone acted like I was about to get dumped harder than yesterday's garbage. Like he'd ditch me, the pathetic substitute, the second his darling Paige was back. But guess what? Blonde bombshell Paige waltzed right up to me and demanded a DNA test. ""We look way too much alike to not be related."" Her words, not mine. ""Ain't no way we don't share some blood."" That's the day I found out I was the long-lost heir to a freakin' fortune."

Every year, on the day college entrance exam results were released, the top scorer in our city would mysteriously commit suicide. The higher their score, the more horrific their death. In that case, the police formed a special task force to investigate, but no matter what they did, they couldn’t figure out why it kept happening. As fear spread among students, some even deliberately scored lower just to avoid becoming the top scorer. But not me. I studied harder than anyone else and ended up with a perfect score, the highest in our city’s history. Because three years ago, my sister was the top scorer, and I watched her die with my own eyes. So, I was going to make them pay for her.

"I was born with a gift, or maybe a curse: my blood heals anything. Last time around, I cured some rich boy, Preston Fairchild, who couldn't move his legs. Turns out, his family had promised that whoever fixed him would become his wife. He was forced to marry me. Can you believe that? Then Preston's real girlfriend, Scarlett, who’d been risking her life to find some rare flower to cure him, heard the news and, heartbroken, fell off a cliff and was presumed dead. A year later, Preston found Scarlett's body frozen in the mountains. And guess what? He made me cut my wrists open to save her. ""You bitch! If Scarlett had brought back that flower, we could have been happy together. You ruined everything!"" ""You claim your blood is magic, then bring her back to life!"" I begged him, tears streaming down my face. ""Scarlett has been dead for a year. I can heal, not raise the dead."" But Preston wouldn't listen. He just watched me bleed out. When I woke up, I was back at the Fairchilds' mansion, the day they asked me to heal Preston. I looked at him in that wheelchair, his face like thunder, and gave a cold smile. ""Your legs, Preston, they're as good as gone. Nobody can fix them."""