Novels

After I got pregnant, my husband, a notorious playboy, utterly transformed. He not only cut off all his flirtations but also showered me with affection.

Mark wanted to send our daughter, Lily, to live with his first love's son, a troubled boy named Ethan. Ethan had taken a liking to Lily, seeing her more as a toy than a person. Mark arranged it all behind my back. I was in Hong Kong on a business trip, shopping for Lily's birthday present – a beautiful princess dress. I called home, excited to tell her I'd be back soon, but Mark answered. He sounded evasive, and a cold dread filled me. He’d mentioned before wanting Lily to spend time with Ethan, and I knew something was wrong. "Mark, did

I'd been Ethan's stand-in girlfriend for five years. One night, at a business dinner where I was covering for him, drink after drink, he just up and left me. His "one true love" was back in town. I laughed. My "one true love" was back too. And then Ethan was tugging at my sleeve, eyes red, asking me not to go. 1. My phone rang in the middle of the night. Ethan’s usual cold voice: "Ashley, get over here. Now." I pressed a hand to my cramping stomach. "But I…" His voice hardened, impatient. "If you don't come, don't bother coming back at all." Sweat

1. The red carpet at the film festival turned into a scandal when I was accused of getting a little too cozy with a hot young star. All I did was fix his suit button during a photo op and lean my head on his shoulder! Later that night, his rumored girlfriend posted: "The entertainment industry is too forgiving. If this happened to a regular person, it would be a police matter!" Honey, if the cops could arrest me for this, I’d be doing life. That “hot young star” is my son, Ethan. I raised him, changed his diapers, the whole nine

My boyfriend's employee hit me with my boyfriend's car. To make matters worse, we ended up in the same ER. I had a hairline fracture in my left shin, and she had a minor forehead abrasion from hitting the steering wheel. Even through the curtain, I could hear her whiny voice, "Ethan, could you come over here and sit with me? I'm so scared being alone in the hospital after the accident..." My boyfriend started by comforting her, then turned to berating me, the victim. "People these days walk around staring at their phones, completely oblivious. Besides, she's not dead, right? Just

Mom always said I was Grandma's way of guilt-tripping her into giving up her perfect life. A life that, before me, consisted of her, Dad, and their beloved poodle, Coco. Mom could spend three sleepless nights nursing Coco when she was sick, but couldn't stand to be in the same room as me when I had a fever-induced seizure. When my dog allergy landed me in the hospital with respiratory failure, Mom shipped me off to Grandma's in the countryside without a second thought. She told me, "I didn't want you. I can give you life, but not love. And

To make me behave, my parents sent me to a "reform school." It was more like a prison. I was beaten, shocked, locked up, and even…assaulted. They got their wish; I became obedient, crying and begging on my knees, promising to be good. But then they started to regret it, their voices trembling, "Ashley, what have we done to you?" My birthday was the day they brought me home. I wore the princess dress they'd laid out. Their eyes lit up. I never wore dresses. I’d been in judo and kickboxing since elementary school, and later I got into boxing. Pants

Ashley had spent five years in prison. On the day of her release, two men came to pick her up. One was her ex-fiancé, Ethan, whose perjury had sealed her fate. The other was her childhood sweetheart, Noah, a lawyer whose first case had, ironically, been Ashley’s prosecution. They stood together, expressions complex, gazing at her frail figure. “Ashley, it’s over now. You’ve paid the price…” A sardonic smile played on my lips. They didn’t know Ashley was gone. She had died two days before her release, offering her soul to me in exchange for vengeance. I am a demon, a wanderer

In my past life, after Britney, the real heiress, returned home, my icy mother demanded I hand over the CEO position. I refused, but out of guilt, made her Vice President. She then systematically seized control of the company, even seducing my husband, leaving me destitute. As I lay dying, she gloated, "Ashley, I finally have everything that belongs to me! And you? You can die!" Everything that belonged to her? I laughed. She didn't know that without me, there would be no company, no glamorous Ethan. 1 Reborn, I stared at the familiar faces in the living room. It was the