Novels

After working nonstop for twenty-four hours to secure two one-and-a-half-million-dollar deals, I took a quick bathroom break and dozed off for about ten minutes. Surprisingly, out of the blue, I received a fine worth one hundred and fifty dollars. At that time, I did not think much about it. However, the next day, when I tried to clock in, I found out that I had been fired for not paying the fine on time. Furious, I stormed into the CEO, who happened to be in my fiancée’s office, to confront her, only to be met by her assistant, who said arrogantly, “Using the restroom during work hours is slacking off. What’s wrong with deducting a day’s wages?” Then he added, "The other colleagues can come out in ten minutes. Why can’t you?” My fiancée also backed him up, “As a senior executive, you should’ve known better and not made a mistake. You must be severely punished to serve as a warning to others!” On my way out, I glanced through the blinds and saw the two of them, tangled together. So, I turned around and called our rival company’s CEO. "I got a gift for you. I'll give you three million dollars if you give me a position at your company." "What are the conditions?" she asked. I asked dryly, "Does your company practice limiting restroom breaks there?"

The crown prince I was arranged to marry had a little songbird, a pet he spoiled so rotten she had become impossibly arrogant. Just as I was drafting the agreement to break off our engagement, a comment popped up in my vision, a disembodied text only I could see: 【What did the Crown Prince do wrong? He’s just trying to get your attention.】 【Sweetie, don’t call off the engagement! If you just shed a few tears, he’ll give you the world.】 I turned my head. Outside the cafe window, his little songbird, adorned in haute couture jewelry, clung to Eric Stuart’s arm, her smile radiant. He glanced down at her, a lazy, almost careless affection in his eyes. I smiled and replied to my lawyer's text: 【Continue drafting the annulment agreement.】

After a car crash, I lost all my memories. Ethan Alexander—my sworn enemy—had his family draw lots for a bride, and I was the unfortunate pick. Naively, I accepted the marriage. On our wedding night, a maid from the Alexander family was assaulted at a hotel and jumped to her death. When Ethan got the call, he calmly hung up and resumed our bridal night without a flicker of emotion. Our days seemed peaceful—until the day I gave birth. As the agony of labor tore through me, he tied me to a chair. “Faking amnesia? Marrying into the Alexander family? Setting someone up to humiliate Vanessa Simmons?” Ethan gripped my chin and sneered, “Luna Everly, you make me sick.” “Oh, and just now? Your family went bankrupt. Your parents jumped.” I watched myself bleed out, breath fading, overwhelmed by pain and despair. His hatred was real—he left my body in the wilderness, for wild animals to consume. My soul lingered. Then, I opened my eyes—back on the day of the crash. By my hospital bed, Mrs. Alexander smiled warmly. “Luna, you and Ethan have always bickered since childhood. You're perfect for each other...” I threw off the covers, revealing a shirtless male model with fair skin and sculpted abs beside me. “Excuse me, Auntie,” I said coolly. “He and I? A perfect match.”

I brought lunch for the poor popular guy at school.Little did I know, the rich socialite caught me. She cornered me, her voice dangerous: "You like him?"

So there's this new girl in our class, and one day, she straight up called me out in front of EVERYONE:"Emma, are those real or fake?" she pointed at my chest. "My mom says girls with big boobs have no self-respect. Wearing such a tight uniform too - trying to seduce someone with those?"chest. "My mom says girls with big boobs have

I brought lunch for the poor popular guy at school.Little did I know, the rich socialite caught me. She cornered me, her voice dangerous: "You like him?"

My wife always said she hated children—until she suddenly fell in love with the neighbor’s baby. Every night, she stayed up late caring for him like he was her own, barely glancing at me. When I got into a car accident and had surgery, she didn’t even visit. Didn’t call. Didn’t care. I’d had enough. So at the party celebrating my discharge from the hospital, I dropped the bomb. “I want a divorce.” Everyone went silent. My friends and family stared at me like I’d lost my mind. Clarissa Monroe, my wife of ten years, stood frozen for a beat—then hurled her drink in my face. “Are you out of your mind?” she snapped. “So I didn’t take care of you during your recovery. What, now you’re jealous of a six-month-old baby?” I wiped the liquid from my face, then looked pointedly at the red mark on her neck. “Since you love his child so much,” I said coldly, “then after we divorce, I’ll leave you to raise him together.”

I was about to hand my childhood friend a love letter when suddenly comments appeared floating in the air: "Girl, don't fall for him! The male lead is already starting to like the innocent flower girl."

I came home late from work again, and my boyfriend stormed out after complaining I hadn't cleaned the cat's litter box on time. This time, I didn't chase after him.