Novels

My boyfriend and his so-called “sister” checked into a hotel and got caught during a prostitution sting operation. When I went to bail him out, he had hickeys all over his neck and was busy comforting her while she sobbed into her hands. “Her apartment’s lock broke, and she was so scared, so I stayed with her,” he said.

Halfway through my wedding with my childhood sweetheart, his secretary, Gloria Jameson, suddenly appeared … pregnant. Brian Burrell supported her and looked at me without a trace of guilt as he told me, "I know I can't marry Gloria, but I promised to give her a wedding and provide our child with a complete family." "From today on, she will also be my wife. You must love the child in her belly as if it were your own." The guests whispered among themselves, their faces showing a mix of shock and disbelief. My parents obviously looked furious. They pulled me aside and urged me to leave, saying they couldn't stand this humiliation. On the other hand, my in-laws tried to persuade me to stay, saying I should think about the bigger picture and complete the wedding. The only thing I could do was to glance at my childhood sweetheart’s indifferent face and Gloria’s smug expression. Then, I smiled. I pulled off the corsage from my chest and threw it at Gloria. Turning to my childhood sweetheart, I said with a grin, "A wedding for three? How tasteless. I'll step back and let her be the bride today." "Congratulations on your pregnancy … it’s your wedding now!" Then, I clapped loudly.

My son ignored her, and to everyone's shock, carefully reached out to hold my hand. \"Mom, I know I was wrong.\"\n

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 family with calls, pleading for forgiveness. It was too late.

Halfway through my wedding with my childhood sweetheart, his secretary, Gloria Jameson, suddenly appeared … pregnant. Brian Burrell supported her and looked at me without a trace of guilt as he told me, "I know I can't marry Gloria, but I promised to give her a wedding and provide our child with a complete family." "From today on, she will also be my wife. You must love the child in her belly as if it were your own." The guests whispered among themselves, their faces showing a mix of shock and disbelief. My parents obviously looked furious. They pulled me aside and urged me to leave, saying they couldn't stand this humiliation. On the other hand, my in-laws tried to persuade me to stay, saying I should think about the bigger picture and complete the wedding. The only thing I could do was to glance at my childhood sweetheart’s indifferent face and Gloria’s smug expression. Then, I smiled. I pulled off the corsage from my chest and threw it at Gloria. Turning to my childhood sweetheart, I said with a grin, "A wedding for three? How tasteless. I'll step back and let her be the bride today." "Congratulations on your pregnancy … it’s your wedding now!" Then, I clapped loudly.

"I was seven years old when my brother sold me out. He threw me to a kidnapper to save his own skin. When I finally managed to get back home, it was like I'd walked into someone else's life. My parents had a new daughter. She was dripping in designer clothes and jewels, and she wrinkled her nose at me. ""Ew, who's this street urchin? She stinks! What if she's got cooties?"" Just like that, the way my parents looked at me changed. My brother just sneered. ""Why did you have to come back and ruin everything? You want money or something?"" That's when I realized the fake princess had become the real one, and I was just an obstacle in her way. Eventually, my brother helped the fake princess torture me to death, and my parents just stood by and watched. I woke up, back in my five-year-old body. This time, I was gonna make damn sure I survived. My nasty brother and my messed-up parents? They could all go to hell."

On Christmas Eve, my stepbrother showed up with his gorgeous girlfriend. During the dinner, my parents started their "when are you settling down" routine. I ignored them, as usual. At that time, my future sister-in-law dropped some pizza in my plate and leaned in with that gossip-hungry look. "Didn't she have some unforgettable first love?" I kept my eyes glued to my plate, pushing food around. How could I possibly tell her? My first love... was her boyfriend.

Everyone said that I was a vain and heartless woman. When Benjamin Lawrence was at his most down-and-out days, I dumped him. Later, when he became incredibly wealthy, I was in such a desperate situation that I begged him to save our child. He said, "Ashley Morgan, you die, and I'll save him." But now that I was dead, why the hell was Benjamin crying?

After I gave Arthur Hastings, the man who raised me for twelve years, the antidote, he started avoiding me like the plague. When I finally decided to tell him I was pregnant, I found him at home with Grace Fairfax, a famous actress signed to his company. Seeing me, Grace smirked. "So this is the delicate beauty Mr. Hastings keeps hidden away in his golden cage? The rumors were true." He wrapped his arms around Grace and headed toward the bedroom without even looking back. Don't mind her, he said dismissively. "She's just the kid I raised for someone else." I gave a bitter laugh, went to the hospital to get rid of the baby, and left Claudia that very night.