Novels

During my broke years, I impersonated my sister to take care of her blind fiancé for fifty grand. The day he regained his sight, I vanished. We met again at a business interview. I was a nobody intern reporter, while he, restored to his former glory, was the powerful young heir of the Hayes family. He was being interviewed: "We heard that during your illness, you were indebted to your fiancée, Ms. Chloe Williams, for her unwavering support. Are you two getting married soon?" He smirked, raising his hand to reveal a ring: "Yes, Chloe and I are getting engaged."

After submitting my college applications, I excitedly went to find Ethan. Outside the pool hall, I heard someone exclaim, "You didn't apply to UCLA? What about Chloe?" Ethan sank a shot, casually saying, "She can go by herself. I was just kidding her. I never planned to go to UCLA." "That's our Ethan, so heartless he can deceive such a cute girl," someone else chimed in. Ethan chuckled, "She was getting kinda clingy, honestly." Outside the door, I felt like my heart had been pierced by a sword, the pain so intense it turned numb. I squatted down and cried for almost half an hour before

My breakup with Ethan was a disaster. He punched a glass cabinet in a rage, blood everywhere. Then he dropped to his knees, clinging to my waist, voice trembling, "Sarah, what are you thinking? How could you like someone else? I’m not breaking up with you. We can fix this. Everything can be fixed after a good night's sleep, right? Baby, please…" Years later, my startup failed, and I had no choice but to beg the CEO of Oceanic Group for help. That man was Ethan. He swirled his wine, leaned back, and raised an eyebrow at me. “Sarah,” he said, “everything

After quitting my job and moving back to my hometown to embrace the quiet life, I married my best friend's older brother. Only problem? He seemed to hate me. Whatever. I figured it was like marrying my bestie anyway. So, after the wedding, I practically lived at her place. Then, one day, he cornered me. "Honey, are you really going to make me live like a monk forever?" "Huh?" 1. The minute I decided to quit my job and move back home, Sarah, my best friend, flew out to get me. I hadn't even finished handing over my work when I was whisked away on

I transferred schools, and Ethan had already dated every pretty girl there. He joked with his buddies, "I'd date a dog before I'd go out with Sarah." Sarah? That's me. A month later, his best friend cornered me and confessed his feelings. Seeing the hickey on my neck, Ethan went ballistic. "Who the hell said you could touch her?" 1. "Um... could you pass this to Ethan?" I took the pale pink love letter. It was the eleventh one this month. Everyone knew I was Ethan's childhood friend, and everyone knew he'd like anyone before me. So, they felt comfortable asking me to deliver these

I was fourteen when I met Jake "Shark" O'Connell. Scrawny and small for my age, thanks to years of not eating enough, I looked more like a twelve-year-old. My dad, Frank, was a deadbeat gambler. Our family of three lived off my mom, Susan's, measly $3,000 a month salary from the garment factory. Frank gambled away every penny, and when he lost, which was almost always, he’d drown his sorrows in booze, then take his anger out on Mom and me. Our apartment floor was a graveyard of shattered dishes. When I was five, he lost big. He came home reeking

I was the quintessential Upper East Side princess, engaged to the reckless heir of the Thornton empire, Julian. I twisted myself into a pretzel to fit into his world. He loved racing? I learned to drive like a demon. He loved to drink, so I learned to blow the bottle.. Julian caused trouble? I cleaned it up. He raged? I soothed with a smile. I became the model fiancée. Everyone thought I was head over heels for him. Julian thought so too. Until the night of his welcome-home party for his childhood sweetheart. I gently peeled his fingers from my wrist

I’d had a crush on Ethan for ten years, and he’d been annoyed with me for just as long. Finally, one day, I took matters into my own hands, leaving him with nothing but his pride and two hundred bucks. He was humiliated and vowed revenge, but I vanished. I dodged him for three years, until my dad passed away, leaving me an orphan. Ethan’s parents, always kind to me, said, “Our home is your home now, and Ethan’s your brother.” Looking at Ethan’s face, a mask of horrified disbelief, I chirped, “Hi, bro!” 01 I’d been avoiding Ethan for three years.

My boyfriend, David, is delusional. He thinks I'm his worst enemy, the person he hates most in the world. I play along, day after day, pretending to be this villain he's created in his mind. Until one day, I can't anymore. I've been diagnosed with cancer. The house was dark when I got home. I dropped my bag, kicked off my shoes, and fumbled for the light switch. The instant my fingers found it, a plate came flying at my head. I ducked just in time. The lights flickered on. David stood on the stairs, staring down at me, his face