Novels

I turned away after witnessing my childhood friend, drugged and burning with desire, drag the principal's daughter into the bathroom.

I was added to a weird group chat with the whole class. The group name: **[High-Temperature Apocalypse]**. Everyone else picked a safe house in the wilderness or a place with abundant water.

My younger sister got pregnant out of wedlock and vanished after giving birth to a boy in a back-alley clinic. The doctor used the address she left behind to find my family, leaving the baby with me. My parents got on their knees and begged me to adopt him. Just like that, I, a single woman, began the arduous task of raising a child alone. Years later, just as I’d finally raised him, my sister returned. On her arm was a rich businessman, a thick gold chain gleaming around his neck. She clutched my son and sobbed, telling him I was a jealous monster who had stolen him at birth, tearing their family apart. My son, my pride and joy, renounced me on the spot and ran into her arms. My parents threw me out of the house. The neighbors’ gossip and condemnation became my personal hell. In utter despair, I threw myself from the roof of my apartment building. When I open my eyes again, I’m back on the day my sister gave birth.

At nine months pregnant, I was in the final stretch of my term, and my body heavy with a baby due any day.

My job is… unusual. I break people up for a living. Not the legal kind—that’s what lawyers are for. I handle the messy, emotional fallout that comes before the paperwork is signed.

The fifth year I was the underworld kingpin’s secret lover, he lost everything and decided to eat a bullet. My immediate, gut reaction was to run. I was halfway through packing a bug-out bag when a line of text materialized in my vision, hovering like a translucent banner ad. 【Don't worry, the male lead doesn't die. He'll make a comeback in six months, crush all his enemies, and the female lead is the little angel who redeems him.】 【As for the side piece who runs away? She dies. Horribly.】 In a heartbeat, I switched allegiances. Dropping the bag, I flew to the rooftop and threw myself at his legs, wrapping my arms around them and bursting into manufactured tears. "Cole, don't! That ridiculous diamond you gave me? The one the size of a robin's egg? I haven't even had a chance to wear it yet." The moment the words left my mouth, the comment feed exploded. 【Wow. She might as well pull the trigger for him.】

My boyfriend suddenly announced online that he was getting married in two months. Everyone congratulated me on the culmination of our seven-year relationship, and I was so stunned I started preparing for a wedding I hadn’t expected to plan. Then, at the door to the private room, I overheard him talking with his best friend. “Adrian, your elimination system is insane. Picking one wife from nineteen lovers—only the best makes the cut.” “Adrian won’t eliminate anyone else. Right now Serena is going up against the mistress she slept with most.” “If you don’t marry your mistress in two months, aren’t you afraid Serena will be upset?” his friend asked. He answered casually, “I’ll marry whoever performs best. That’s fair. It all depends on whether Serena can perform.” Laughter filled the room. “Adrian, you’re so biased—you gave your mistress such a high score. Serena will definitely lose! It’s like trial by fire” Adrian flashed a playful smile. “When two paths meet, the brave prevail. I gave her the chance — if she doesn’t win me, that’s on her.” My body froze. My heart hammered so hard I could barely breathe. After a long, cold deliberation, I sent the man who had waited for me eight years a single message: “No need to wait for a ten-year agreement. I don’t want him anymore.”

The richest man in the country wanted me. Not for himself, but for his son. He wanted me to be his wife. My job? To whip his spoiled, playboy, trust-fund-baby of a son into shape. He asked if I was up to the challenge. Are you kidding me? From this day forward, if that brat so much as looks at another girl, I’m breaking his legs.

Returning from a business trip, I scored a lucky upgrade to first class with my points. I had barely settled in when a man in a sharp suit pointed a finger right in my face and told me to get the hell out and go to economy. He claimed he’d been sitting in this exact seat for five years, that it was practically his, and as far as he was concerned, my ticket was worthless. If I didn't move, he’d have me thrown off the plane. His arrogance was breathtaking. A flight attendant hurried over, trying to placate me. "Mr. Place is one of our Platinum Elite members. Perhaps you wouldn't mind…?" I stood my ground. On what planet was my ticket worthless? Just then, the captain's voice crackled over the intercom. "Will the passenger in seat 1A please come to the cockpit immediately."