Novels

Seven years ago, I had a drunken one-night stand with Alexis Sterling, the high-powered CEO, and we ended up with a daughter, Lily. I ditched my career and moved to her city, practically becoming part of the Sterling family as a stay-at-home dad. But the night Lily was fighting for her life, Alexis was off tending to her "soulmate," who'd broken his leg. She acted like our daughter's constant health issues were just an inconvenience, something to be avoided. She also looked down on me because I wasn't bringing anything to her business. Then Lily died, and I just couldn't fake it anymore. And that's when

“I’m got low sperm count,” Kevin told me, the desperation in his eyes almost convincing. “For the sake of the family name, I need you to agree to IVF.” After a year of hell, and a near-fatal hemorrhage during delivery, I finally birthed twins, a boy and a girl. Forty years later, on his deathbed, Kevin dropped a bombshell. Those kids, the ones I’d busted my ass raising, weren’t mine. They were his and his high school sweetheart, Chloe’s. “Her family wasn’t good enough for mine, and she couldn’t have kids,” he wheezed. “I owed her this. You, you’ve been luckier than her,

Sarah and I, both pregnant, faced a life-or-death situation, hemorrhaging badly during labor. My husband, Mark, chose to save his first love, Sarah, leaving me to fate. Though the hospital eventually found more blood, I barely survived, losing our baby. Overwhelmed by grief, I fell down a flight of stairs, dying instantly. Then, I woke up. Back to before it all happened. This time, Mark, you're free. … "Mark, save our baby! Save it!" The pain ripped through me, splitting me in two. Tears and sweat blurred my vision. I gripped Mark's hand, pleading. He met my eyes, his face a mixture of

It had been seven years of marriage when my husband’s "childhood sweetheart," Tiffany, went viral with her grad school speech. "Every season with you is better than a thousand joys." The video was set to a montage of cutesy photos of her and my husband, Ben. Calm as could be, I posted our marriage certificate in the comments. The next second, Ben was going ballistic, all-caps on me. "I'm the guy in the video. I'm completely and utterly in love with Tiffany and I have no idea who this lady is photoshopping marriage photos with me." "I'll report this for fraud." Right after that, Tiffany

Summer was my ride-or-die bestie. After graduation, we both applied to the same college. She'd always say, "Lia, you're such a goof. If I didn't have your back, you'd get eaten alive!" But then Summer started "saving me money," making me eat her leftovers. During orientation, she wouldn't let me use sunscreen, telling me a tan was healthy and looked way better. I just got uglier, while she was dieting and getting all dolled up, turning into the campus queen bee. Even Jake, the guy I had a huge crush on, ended up marrying her. I blew up like a balloon, got kidney failure,

I knew my time was up when I lay dying, alone and forgotten in the cold, damp basement of that psych ward. While I was fading away, my parents were basking in the bright lights of a fancy gallery, throwing a huge opening night party for my little brother’s art show. And my girlfriend? She was right there, clapping and cheering him on. This should have been my night, my recognition. Every single painting in that gallery was a piece of my heart and soul, poured onto canvas. But now, they were all his. My brother and I had been in competition our whole lives,

The first day I got back home, the housekeeper's daughter declared war on me. She swaggered around like she owned the place, bringing random people into the house, calling it “upcycling.” Her mother, the housekeeper, acted like she was the homeowner, constantly calling me a greedy capitalist. I've always believed, live and let live. But cross me, and you’ll regret it. 1. “Who are you? And who gave you permission to be in MY house?” The girl’s shrill voice shattered the quiet. She stormed over and shoved me, sending me stumbling back. I stared at her, totally bewildered. My grandma looked uncomfortable, grabbing my

Turns out, the mystery groom I was shooting in Paris was my boyfriend of eight years. There he was, looking sharp in a tailored suit, kissing some other chick under the Eiffel Tower. He told her, "I'm yours, always and forever." Later, on our wedding day, I wasn't there. Instead, I blasted those engagement photos at the reception for everyone to see. If he loved her that much, then he could have the wedding. 1. “Ava, I’m yours, always and forever.” Jake was holding Ava close, his eyes full of soft adoration. It was the most tender I’d ever seen him look in all the eight years

My boyfriend, the one I'd loved for years, had amnesia and he forgot all about me. No matter how hard I tried, he couldn't recall our memories. He even thought I was crazy. Then, I accidentally overheard a phone call between him and his best friend, and everything became clear. "There's no amnesia. I just wanted to spice things up and watch her squirm while I hook up with other girls." My heart sank, and I broke up with him. Then, I agreed to a risky brain surgery that could cause amnesia. 1. Mark didn’t even flinch when I broke up with him. He was playing the amnesia