Novels

My family, they were tripping over themselves trying to make up for what they called "True Daughter" syndrome. They even cooked up some fake medical records, telling the world I was seriously ill.

My husband, Mark, was a pharmaceutical giant. The day he perfected the "Lethean Elixir," a drug designed to erase deep-seated emotions, our son, Ethan, finally cracked a smile. “Can we give this to Mom?” he asked, “So she won’t love us anymore?”

I drove a domestic car to attend a high school reunion. By the time I arrived at the hotel, most of my classmates were already there. They were all doing quite well, driving either Mercedes or BMWs and there was even a black Rolls-Royce. As soon as I got out of the car, a female classmate whose name I couldn’t remember looked at me with a face full of disdain. "Oh, isn’t this our class's study committee member? How did you end up like this after graduation, still driving a domestic car?" During the meal, everyone eagerly toasted the Rolls-Royce owner, completely ignoring me. Only the class leader sat beside me with a glass of wine, offering comfort. "It’s okay. Even though your car isn’t as good as theirs, I believe one day you’ll drive a luxury car too." The corners of my mouth lifted slightly as I softly replied, "This isn’t just any ordinary domestic car. Its name is Phantom S9."

My brother, Tony, was the ultimate protector. When I was ten, some goons tried to snatch him.

That summer when I was 18, Ryan took my virginity. I endured the pain, but secretly felt happy all night long, thinking my six years of secret love had finally come to fruition. Until the next day, when I overheard his friends teasing him: "Not bad, you scored with the class beauty." I felt embarrassed and was about to quietly leave. Then I heard Ryan's casual reply: "I want to pursue the school beauty, but I'm afraid she'll think I'm too inexperienced. "So I'm using Mia to practice my skills first." I didn't say anything. At the last moment before the deadline, I silently changed my college application from New York to Florida.

Nine months into my pregnancy, my husband's first love, Evelyn, moved into our house under some pretext. Every time she saw me, she would clutch her chest, feigning heartache. My husband, Alexander, was convinced that I was deliberately flaunting my pregnancy to upset Evelyn. "Evelyn is too weak to bear children! You're constantly showing off your baby bump in front of her to provoke her! Looks like you won't learn your lesson unless I teach you one!" He ordered his men to lock me in the long-abandoned attic and forbade anyone from bringing me food.

While the killer was stabbing me left and right, my dad was stitching up a teddy bear for my sister, one careful stitch at a time. He ignored every desperate call I made for help. "Super busy right now, don't bug me unless it's big." Days later, Dad, a forensic pathologist, was teaching his students using a female cadaver he dissected himself. "The victim faced brutal treatment before her death, clinging fiercely to life until her last breath." He opened up the cadaver and then sewed it back together, allowing each student to practice from sunrise to sunset.

I walked away from Clive King when he loved me the most. Now that he was successful, he was doing everything in his power to bring me back.

My sister, Crystal, was convinced she was a dead ringer for some billionaire's late wife. I'm talking, like, the kind of resemblance you see on those "celebrities and their doppelgangers" lists.