Novels

"Belle, if you choose to resign, then according to the confidentiality agreement, you’ll never be allowed to see Miguel again. Are you certain about this?" "Yes." The boss at Neville Entertainment hesitated. "You’ve been together for six years, worked as his assistant for three. The person Miguel relies on most is you..." The person he relies on most was it really me? A bitter smile tugged at my lips just as my phone lit up with the top headline of the day. [Movie King Miguel’s romance exposed, seen entering a hotel with a mystery woman. How sweet.] In the photo, Miguel Atkinson gently tucked a strand of Saoirse Pearson’s hair behind her ear, his movements tender, as if handling a fragile treasure. Later, the paparazzi revealed he had bought ten extra-large condoms that same day. And that very day, while trying to intercept the leaked bed photos of him and Saoirse, I was stabbed three times by crazed paparazzi. Each stab was nearly fatal. My hand instinctively pressed to my chest, trying to soothe the dull ache beneath. "Hmm. This is what Miguel wants, too." Six years of secrecy turned into a cruel joke from that moment on. It wasn’t that he couldn’t go public. He simply didn’t love me enough to want to. After I was discharged, I didn’t seek him out. I went straight to the company and handed in my resignation. Seven days later, on the anniversary of our six-year relationship, I prepared my final gift to him: To disappear from his life for good.

"Everyone knew me as the unattainable dream girl of all the wealthiest bachelors back in Seacrest. They were all just waiting for me to come back from my studies abroad, pick one of them, and seal the deal with a marriage alliance. But the second my Louboutins touched down at JFK, a barrage of notifications flooded my phone, almost like a running commentary playing out in real life: LOL, this chick thinks those rich dudes are gonna be fawning all over her like before. Newsflash: while she was gone, they all found a replacement, someone who looks a bit like her. And guess what? They're all head over heels for the newbie. Watch this ice queen throw a hissy fit, try to ruin the new girl's life, and then the guys will finally see her true colors and bankrupt her whole family. Serves her right! Then it's happily ever after for the sweet girl and her harem of rich boyfriends! Smutty times ahead! I watched, in real-time, as they each made excuses to ditch my welcome-home party, practically sprinting to get to some other girl. That's when I decided I was done with them. I wouldn't waste my time on those losers."

"After my parents died, my wealthy aunt came to our house and gave my sister and me two choices. One was to become her daughter, and the other was to receive her financial support to go to school. My sister was quick to hug my aunt's arm and call her ""Mommy,"" eager to become a rich heiress. ""Even if you become a top student at Harvard or Yale, you'll still end up working for us rich people,"" she sneered. But my aunt already had a biological daughter. My sister, as a fake heiress, was never truly favored in the family and eventually became a plaything for those rich assholes, catching some nasty STD in the process. I, on the other hand, studied hard for years and successfully got into Harvard. After graduation, I landed a job as an executive at my aunt's company, earning nearly a million dollars a year. The day my aunt invited me to a family dinner, my sister completely broke down. She set fire to the mansion, and we both died in the blaze. When I opened my eyes again, we were back on the day my aunt gave us the choice. This time, my sister pushed me forward. ""As the older sister, I should let my younger sister have the good life."" ""Sis, quickly call her Mommy!"""

My wife went on a 3-year business trip abroad. When she returned, l went to pick her up at theairport. To my shock, she wasn't alone - there was

My mom wanted to marry me off to Lachlan walker, the town's simpleton, for money.l resisted with all my might and jumped into the deepest lake in

I lapse into unconsciousness for a few days after a high fever. When I wake up, I see my boyfriend and his best friend standing by my bed. I want to enliven the atmosphere, so I joke, "Who are you?" Eric Cobb, my boyfriend, is taken aback. I almost laugh at the look on his face. Then, he points at his friend, Jonah Mullen. "Don't you remember? Your boyfriend's been panicking over you. As his best friend, I have to be here with him." This time, I'm the one who's taken aback. Unexpectedly, Jonah steps forward and says, "That's right. I'm your boyfriend, Jonah Mullen."

Just before l took my last breath, l finally agreed to sign the divorce papers. Ten years of love couldn't withstand one taunt from his first love.

"For five years, I was the kept woman of Jordan Sterling, a big-shot financier. Then, bam! He went bankrupt and was about to jump off a building. My first instinct? To bolt. I was practically stuffing my Louboutins into my Louis Vuitton when a bunch of comments popped up in my head. [Girl, run! Every step counts! You’re about to lose a leg!] [Once he claws his way back to the top, his first target is the ex-wife who ran off with the cash.] So, I did a total 180, rushing over and clinging to Jordan's legs, fake-sobbing like a pro. “Honey, don’t jump! I haven’t even paid off the last installment on my new Birkin bag.” Immediately, the comments section blew up. [Wow, is she basically pushing him off?] "

"My dad called my brother, Chad, and me to his bedside right before he died, brandishing two inheritances. One was $1 million in cash plus a McMansion in the suburbs. The other was ownership of a company teetering on the edge of bankruptcy. Chad, knowing the company was a lost cause, practically snatched the cash and the McMansion, leaving the failing business to me. But Chad, that spendthrift, blew through the million and trashed the house in less than two years. I, on the other hand, had the damn luck to receive an investment from a mysterious benefactor, turning the company around. On the day the company went public, Chad, green with envy, doused himself in gasoline and tried to light us both on fire. I opened my eyes again, and we were back. Back to that day by Dad's deathbed. This time, Chad grabbed the company ownership with bloodshot eyes, crowing, ""As long as I hold out for the mystery investor, I'll be the CEO living large."" Looking at my brother's smug face, I almost laughed out loud. Because I was the mystery investor."