Novels

\"Jack Wilson, are you even human? I'm asking you, where did all the company's client contacts go? They said you have them all. Give me those phone numbers right now. That's company property. Don't think I won't sue you!\"\nI was stunned for a moment, then realized that Tiffany must be getting desperate.\n\"How can you be so disgusting? Give me the client contacts right now! Or I swear I'll destroy you, you believe me?\"

My wedding was right around the corner, and then my fiancé's mom decided to drop a bomb on me. She wanted us to break up. Her reason? Her precious son had just gotten a job at some top-tier corporation, and apparently, that meant I was now beneath him. She even sent me the company's profile, trying to make me feel small. Funny thing though, it turned out my own dad was the one who owned it!

I found myself in a novel as the malicious supporting character. But I haven't done anything wrong. I've even become friends with the heroine and married the gentle second lead.

It was three years into our marriage, and my pilot husband, Jake, had bailed on our court appointment to get our official marriage license eighteen times. The first time, his flight student was doing a solo test run, and I was left waiting at the courthouse all day. The second time, he got a call from her mid-drive, made a screeching U-turn and dumped me on the side of the road. After that, it was like clockwork: every time Jake and I had a date to sign the papers, some crisis with his student would come up. Eventually, I decided I was done. But the second I boarded that flight to Paris, he went completely nuts trying to chase me down.

My bestie, for the sake of hitting the jackpot, went and signed a deal with the devil. The contract went through, and now she's having major buyer's remorse, doesn’t want to cough up her soul. To pay off her debt, she had the genius idea to kidnap me and my daughter and drag us to the demon headquarters, offering us as meat for payment. Staring at the castle packed with demons, a shiver went down my spine - not of fear, but of pure adrenaline. Holy crap, this was freaking Ethan Blackwood’s stomping grounds!

When I was seventeen, I was crushing hard on this guy. My family wasn’t rolling in dough, so I’d been saving for a year to buy him a birthday gift. The day my mom had her accident, I’d skipped out of school early. That’s when I heard him, laughing with his buddy. “This thing? Man, a participation prize at some diner would be better than this,” he'd said, all smug. His friend cracked up. “Knowing Ray, he’d never use it. Give it to me, I could hock it for some internet time.” “Whatever, take it,” Ray tossed it at him like it was trash, and our eyes met. Years later, at our high school reunion, I heard Ray had been looking for me for eight years.

Three months after my husband went missing in a skiing accident, I saw him at a bar. He had his arm slung around "sis-bro" Jamie's shoulder, laughing like he was free from a life sentence. “Thanks to you, dude,” he was saying, "I was starting to forget what real freedom felt like." His bros were buying him shots, one after another, asking when he was going to surface. He thought for a second, "I'll give it another week, maybe. Let her sweat it out a bit, you know, drive her crazy before I show my face again." I was standing in the shadows, watching him bask in his 'freedom', and dialed my friend at the county records office.

At the fancy restaurant, my genius painter husband, Liam, was using his million-dollar insured hands to shell a crab for his little assistant. All to coax her into eating something since she "didn't have an appetite." Meanwhile, I was practically bleeding out from chugging wine to secure an investment for him, and when I asked him for some antacids, he straight-up refused. Said, “My hands are for painting, babe, you got your own, right?” For ten years, his rejection tactics haven't even changed. That night, I sobered up in the cold air and had my lawyer draft divorce papers. Liam, this life is too short for us to stay on the same road.

My little sister's diary got busted—the one where she's crushing on the school's bad boy. In front of everyone, she claimed it was mine. The whole place erupted in laughter. So, right there in front of him, I admitted it was true.