Novels

My dad came back from a business trip with a “gift” – a girl he told me to be nice to. Yeah, right. The next day, she was clinging to my brother, Liam, claiming I'd been bullying her. Liam and I exchanged a look. He grabbed her arm to stop her from running off, and I slapped her across the face. "You little gold digger," I spat. "Don't you dare act so entitled." It all started with a phone call. Dad was coming home and promised gifts. Liam and I just stared at each other. Our emotionally distant father, who’d never

My ex-boyfriend, Chad, was loaded. And because of that, I was his total doormat. I mean, I perfected the art of kissing up. It worked like a charm until Brittany showed up. The day Chad and I broke up, I carefully asked, "Babe, about that condo you gave me…" "Can you just get out?" he snapped. It was a scorching hot day, but after that, I grabbed the deed and ran like hell. See, I've been a Grade-A brown-noser since elementary school. My desk buddy back then, little Ethan, had a serious allowance. His desk drawer overflowed with cash. I ran errands

My daughter tried to take her own life. That’s how I found out. She’d been bullied. Relentlessly. By two little monsters who got their kicks out of tormenting her, day in and day out. Even after it all blew up, all they did was scribble out some half-assed apology, smirking, "Whatever, we won't do it again." They didn't get it. I didn't want an apology. I wanted them dead. I saw my Lily in the ER. She was barely recognizable. Her hair was matted with blood, her body covered in bruises and cigarette burns. I couldn’t believe it. I’d sent her

At eighteen, I drunkenly confessed my feelings for my adopted brother, Liam. I thought it was just a slip-up, a momentary lapse in judgment. But the shift in Liam's demeanor afterward was palpable. The easy affection, the constant presence, all gone. He started working late, barely responding to my texts. Liam had always been the aloof, popular type, the kind who received love letters by the truckload, but to me, he was just my protective older brother. He'd soothe my tears, cover for my mistakes. People called him a "sis-con," and he never really denied it. I thought I was different,

My third year into a secret relationship with Justin Zhou, he suddenly announced his engagement. The bride wasn't me. Someone who knew about us piped up, defending me. Justin just smirked and said, "If you feel so bad for her, why don't you marry the broke heiress?" Later, Grandpa fell seriously ill, the family business was in crisis, and I was forced to reveal my pregnancy and take over. "Miss Hayes, is the child Mr. Zhou's?" I gave the reporters a polished smile. "The child has nothing to do with Mr. Zhou." I heard Justin was so furious watching me, slightly pregnant, on TV that he

I died the year I loved him most. He walked away from a multi-million dollar empire, just like that. He died with me in the fire. Then I opened my eyes, and it was ten years earlier. We were newlyweds, back when I hated him most. I raced to his company. The moment I saw him, I choked out, "Ethan, I’m sorry." After a brief pause, he looked at me with a desolate expression. "Go ahead, tell me. How are you going to torture me this time?" 1 I remember, when the explosion happened, I thought Ethan hadn't made it out. But

I’d chased after Ethan Blake for ten years before I finally realized it was pointless. I gave up on him and started dating Aaron Taylor, who'd had a crush on me forever. Aaron lit up the whole city with fireworks the night he proposed, even bought a private island just for the occasion. But then, right before the wedding, he vanished. I finally tracked him down, only to overhear him laughing with some buddies. "I only chased after Hailey Carson to piss off Ethan Blake," he sneered. "Now that I’ve got her, it’s boring." "But I’m not letting her off

I'd been with Sal Demarco for six years. Then, on my birthday, he brought home a girl. He was covered in blood, and this delicate little thing was tucked into his side. From that day on, Sal, who’d spoiled me rotten, never looked at me twice. Everyone thought I was heartbroken, pining for a love I couldn’t have. I just smiled and fiddled with the watch on my wrist. I was an undercover cop, deep in Jersey’s biggest crime family. I’d been playing the long game, waiting for the perfect moment to put him away. Love him?

Six months ago, Mom begged me on her knees to donate a kidney to my stepsister. Six months later, the night before my wedding, she knelt again, begging me to give my fiancé to the same stepsister. My own brother slapped me across the face. "Nina, how can you be so selfish? She's dying, don't you understand?" It's okay. In two months, I'll be dead too, and everyone will finally be happy. The night before my wedding, Mom knelt before me. "Nina, honey, please postpone the wedding. Let Leo spend some time with Chloe, okay? She has depression, and the news