Novels

The Gold Digger and My Deadbeat Son My son, Kevin, fell head over heels for a woman eighteen years older than him – a total leech with a gaggle of younger siblings. He ignored all my warnings, secretly got hitched to her. They schemed together, bled me dry, selling off everything I owned to buy her brothers houses, cars, and pay for their weddings. Then, just because they found me inconvenient, they tossed me off a cliff without a second thought. Now, reborn, Kevin's back in my face, whining about marrying this gold digger. "Fine, you two deserve each other," I say, laying

My sister, Tiffany, had been the golden child her whole life, and even when she was dying, she still found a way to screw me over. At my wedding, no less, she announced she was already married to my fiancé, was pregnant with his kid, and then demanded I get a hysterectomy to guarantee I'd always be good to her child. My "from school uniform to wedding dress" fairytale turned into a real-life dumpster fire thanks to my sister, Tiffany, who decided to crash my wedding in front of two hundred guests. Wearing a white wedding gown – just like me –

Five years into my marriage, my wife’s childhood buddy, let’s call him Ricky, posts a picture of a deed on his social media. The caption reads: “Huge thanks to my amazing sis for signing over this pad to me!” I'm staring at the post, seeing my address on the deed, and can’t help myself: “?” I commented. Immediately, my wife, Sarah, calls, practically screaming into the phone. “He’s a single dad, for crying out loud! I just transferred the deed to make it easier for his kid to get into the right school zone, it doesn’t affect where we live!” “Why do you have to

Ashley and I had been secretly dating for a year. He was my best friend, Sarah's, younger brother. He was shy about going public, so we agreed to tell Sarah after a year. On our anniversary, I got a text from Ashley: "Dinner at my place tonight. I'm going public." Excited, I arrived at the Miller house that evening, only to find a delicate-looking girl sitting beside him. She was the girlfriend Ashley intended to introduce. I composed myself, forcing a smile. "Ashley, hi! …and you must be…?" His face paled. He panicked. 1 It was our anniversary. My boyfriend, Ashley Miller, texted, "Dinner at my

My mom, the hospital director, decided my brain tumor surgery was the perfect opportunity for my intern brother to get some experience. I begged her to choose someone else, explaining that I only had one shot at survival. But she just slapped me across the face and yelled, "How did I raise such a selfish brat? Your brother's just starting out! Is it going to kill you to let him practice?" Later, I died on the operating table, and my mom’s hair went white overnight. 1. I was dead, taken out by my intern brother, Leo, and his shaky hands on the scalpel. My soul

The year I was raped, Ethan dumped me, calling me damaged goods. Not long after, he married my stepsister, Chloe. I couldn't handle it and tried to kill myself. But that very day, I saw a news report: my rapist had been murdered, and Ethan was the killer. As they arrested him, he looked at the camera, eyes red-rimmed, and said, "I avenged you. Did you see?" 1. "Ashley, I got this dress for you. I picked it out especially." Chloe’s words snapped me back to reality. I looked up and saw her, my stepsister, looking just as she did three months

The day I bought my own burial plot, I posted on social media: "Scrimped and saved, finally bought a house!" My mom saw it and told me to add my sister's name to the deed. "If it weren't for your sister's illness, you wouldn't even be here. You need to be grateful." Fine, I'm grateful. I'll add all your names! Happy now? 1 Ever since I was little, I knew that other kids' lives were gifts from their parents. Mine was a gift from my sister, Chloe. Chloe’s four years older than me. During a kindergarten checkup, she was diagnosed with a chronic blood disorder. My

A few years had passed since I last came home for the holidays. This time, I returned to find my house and car were somehow my niece's. I even spotted a limited-edition handbag I’d lost ages ago. How did this happen without my knowledge? 1 My company's overseas expansion had kept me away from home for four or five years. If not for my sister's memorial, I wouldn't have come back. Hearing laughter inside the house, I knew my older brother, David Miller, his wife, Susan, and their kids, Sarah and Tom, were home. Only David’s presence brought such cheer. The laughter stopped abruptly

Ashley's drunken call for a ride home turned into a nightmare. I found her, not slumped on a bar stool, but wrapped around my boyfriend, Ethan, in a passionate embrace. "Do you really love Ashley?" she murmured against his lips. His laugh sent chills down my spine. "Of course not. It was all to get your attention." I walked away, numb. A simple text message ended our relationship. Then, I vanished. Deleted my social media, changed my number, packed a bag and left town. I needed to escape the suffocating betrayal. But they wouldn't let me. Ethan and Chloe bombarded my