Novels

After a one-night stand with the CEO, everyone thought I was obsessed with Ethan, that I'd drugged and seduced him. After all, to everyone else, I was Ethan’s lovesick puppy, hopelessly devoted. But the truth was, he was drunk and mistook me for Chloe. I naively believed Ethan would clear my name. Instead, he accused me of nymphomania and personally committed me to rehab. “Amelia, you’re pathetic. You’re not even in the same league as Chloe.” “I’ve never met such a shameless woman. Don’t come out until you’re cured.” Later, when my so-called “illness” was cured, it was Ethan who lost his mind.

"My brother died in a plane crash, rushing home for my birthday. Every year after, my parents made me kneel at his grave and apologize. On my eighteenth birthday, I was being followed. Terrified, I texted them. Mom called, her voice laced with venom. ""You’re just making excuses to get out of apologizing to your brother! Liar! Why couldn't it have been you who died?!"" The line went dead as the attacker’s boot crushed my phone. He dismembered me, scattering my remains across the city. My father, the forensic pathologist assigned to the case, didn’t even recognize me. Later, my brother returned, triumphant, with the woman he’d eloped with eight years earlier. When they learned the mangled remains were mine…they lost it.… "

\"Aren't you going to let us meet this so-called husband? You're not leaving without showing him off, are you?\"\nPeter and Tyler also grabbed me, preventing me from leaving. In the chaos, I almost lost my balance and tripped down the stairs.\nJust when I thought I was about to fall flat on my face, losing what little dignity I had left, a man caught me tightly in his arms, and the fresh, calming scent of pine wrapped around me.\n\"Sorry, honey, I'm late.\"

Not wanting to put her in a difficult position, I spoke up to break the awkward silence,\n\"Gregory, your real purpose in having this illegitimate child recognized is to inherit the Johnson family business, isn't it? Why drag Xixi into this?\"\n

Eight months pregnant, and my parents, who usually acted like I was invisible, suddenly invited me home for dinner. Yeah, right. Then, bam, out of nowhere, a fire ripped through the place. I watched in horror as Mom and Dad shoved me aside to drag my sister, Lily, who had leukemia, out of the inferno. I was choking on smoke, convinced I was about to die a horrible death, when my husband, Frank, burst through the flames like some damn hero. He hauled me out, ignoring the burns he got in the process, just staring at me with this worried look. "You're pregnant! What if something happened to the baby?" He said his whole face a mask of concern. For a minute, I actually thought I'd finally found someone who truly cared about me. Then I saw the texts. The ones between him and my sister. "Lily, just hang on. Once she has the baby and we get the cord blood, you'll be okay." The blood turned to ice in my veins. Without a second thought, I yanked out my phone and called the clinic. "Hi, I need to schedule an abortion."

My roommate claimed her boyfriend was the crown prince of Chicago, a notorious bad boy. Street fights, drag racing, showering her with gifts – he’d even get her the moon if she asked. The other two roommates were starry-eyed, completely buying it.

Curiosity got the better of me, and I leaned over to peek at his phone.\nA photo filled the screen.\nA young woman dressed in a maid costume, complete with bunny ears, black stockings, and impossibly long legs.

As I trembled uncontrollably, Quentin couldn't hold back, roaring at Orion:\n\"How can you treat my sister like this! She once donated her kidney for you!\"\nAs Quentin's words fell, the once bustling exhibition fell silent.\nAfter a long pause, Orion spoke hoarsely:\n\"What did you say?\"\n

\nBut now, the body that had been pushed into the morgue didn't even have a heart.\n\"Captain Quinn,\" the on-duty nurse called out to him, \"What should we do with Ms. Hart's remains?\"