My Ex's Father Is Chasing Me
> I dumped Jason after he cheated. > > A week later, his father showed up. > > Marcus Reid. 40. Composed. Nothing like his son. > > "I came to apologize for him." > > But he didn't stop there. > > He drove me home. Fixed my broken sink. Brought soup when I got sick. > > "Why are you doing this?" > > "At first, guilt." He looked at me. "Now? Something else." > > He's 15 years older. He's my ex's father. This is insane. > > "People will talk." > > "Let them." > > "Your son will hate you." > > "He lost you because he didn't know your worth. I won't make the same mistake." > > He took my hand. > > "I'm not asking you to forget who I am. I'm asking you to see who I could be—for you."
My Online Boyfriend Is My Annoying Neighbor
> I fell in love with a man named "L." > > Three months of late-night calls. He understood everything about me. His voice was honey. He was perfect. > > We agreed to finally meet. > > He walked in—and I stopped breathing. > > It was Lucas. My neighbor. The one who bangs on my wall every morning. The one who glares at me in the hallway. The coldest man I know. > > "You?" I choked out. > > "Me." He sat down, calm as ever. > > "How can you be L? You're nothing alike!" > > "I am." His voice softened—the same voice from our calls. "I just... don't know how to be this person in front of you. Not face to face." > > "Then learn." > > "I'm trying. That's why I'm here."
I Scratched My Boss's Car
> First day at work. I scratched a Ferrari. > > Not just any Ferrari. A limited edition. One of fifty in the world. > > And it belongs to Adrian Cole. CEO. My boss. > > "You can't afford this," he said, looking at the damage. > > "I know." > > "Then pay me back another way. One month. Be my date to every event." > > I thought it was just acting. > > But he bought me dresses. Defended me in public. Looked at me like I was precious. > > The month ended. > > "The contract is over," I whispered. > > "I know." He pulled me closer. "I'm proposing a new one." > > "What kind?" > > "The kind that doesn't expire."
30 Days with My Ex-Husband
> My grandmother's will had one condition: > > Live with my ex-husband for 30 days. Or lose the house. > > Ryan and I divorced three years ago. He said he wanted out. No reason. No fight. Just—out. > > I hated him for it. > > Now we're trapped under the same roof. > > I found my grandmother's diary. And the truth destroyed me. > > "Ryan came today. He's being threatened. Someone will hurt Claire if he doesn't leave her." > > He didn't stop loving me. > > He left to protect me. > > "Why didn't you tell me?" I screamed at him. > > "Because I'd rather you hate me than get hurt." > > "I hated you for three years, Ryan!" > > "I know." His voice broke. "I'm sorry."
I Woke Up Married to Him
> I woke up with a hangover, a wedding ring, and a stranger in my bed. > > "Who are you?" > > "Your husband. We got married last night." > > His name is Owen. Tall. Gorgeous. And apparently, mine. > > "I don't remember anything!" > > "You never do when you drink." He smiled. "But I remember everything." > > The memories came back slowly. > > I've known him for three years. I confessed to him drunk—multiple times. I chased him for two years sober. Last night, I proposed. > > "So this whole time..." > > "You pursued me. Relentlessly." He kissed my forehead. "And I waited until you were sure." > > "What if I forget again?" > > "Then I'll remind you. Every time. For the rest of our lives."
Pretending Not to Know
> New job. New start. New boss. > > Except my new boss is Theo Harrison. > > The senior I loved in silence for three years. The one I almost confessed to—until I saw him with another girl. > > I ran. Changed schools. Disappeared. > > Eight years later, I smiled and said, "Nice to meet you." > > He looked at me like I'd slapped him. > > "Still pretending you don't know me, June?" > > He remembered. Everything. > > "That girl was my cousin. She was crying about a breakup. I was comforting her." > > My world tilted. > > "I went to find you that day, June. To tell you I felt the same way." > > "But you were already gone."
24 Hours in the Elevator
> The power went out. The elevator stopped. > > And I was trapped with Dominic Grant. CEO. The man everyone fears. > > "Rescue won't come until morning," he said. > > 24 hours. Just us. No signal. No escape. > > I told him he terrifies me. He went quiet. > > Then he started talking—about pressure, loneliness, the mask he wears every day. > > At 2 AM, I was crying about my own broken life. > > He didn't know how to comfort me. So he just... held me. > > His heart was racing. So was mine. > > When the doors finally opened, people rushed in. > > He grabbed my hand. > > "After we get out," he whispered, "this doesn't end. Right?"
My Fake Boyfriend Is a Real Billionaire
> I rented a boyfriend for $500 a day. > > His name was Nathan. Handsome. Charming. Perfect at handling my nosy relatives. > > I thought I got lucky. > > Then I saw him on TV. > > "Nathan Wells, heir to the Wells empire..." > > The billionaire. The one worth billions. He was my $500 rental boyfriend. > > "You LIED to me!" > > "I wanted to escape my world. I didn't expect to fall for you." > > "How can I trust anything now?" > > "Because the money was fake." He stepped closer. "But every moment with you was real." > > I threw his $500 back at him. > > "Then let's start over. No contract. No lies." > > He caught the money and smiled. > > "Deal. But this time, I'm the one chasing you."
He Thinks I'm Someone Else
> My best friend Nina died in a car crash. > > After that, her boyfriend Noah started taking care of me. Cooking. Helping. Always there. > > I look a little like Nina. > > Is he pretending I'm her? > > Then I found Nina's diary. > > "Noah doesn't love me. He loves Ava. He always has. I'm just helping them find each other." > > I confronted him, shaking. > > "The truth. Now." > > "I never dated Nina. We were just friends. She knew I loved you." > > "Then why didn't you—" > > "Because I thought you didn't feel the same. And Nina... she was trying to push us together. That's why she ran to save you that night." > > I collapsed into his arms. > > "She died for us, Noah." > > "Then let's live for her."
I Inherited a Butler
> My grandmother left me her seaside mansion. > > And her butler. Sebastian Cole. 38. Impeccable. Untouchable. > > "From today, I will serve you, Miss." > > He knows I hate cilantro. He knows I'm afraid of thunder. He knows I need a nightlight to sleep. > > "Grandmother told you all this?" > > "Five years ago. She wanted me to be ready for you." > > Five years. He's been learning me for five years. > > He keeps his distance. Always proper. Always controlled. > > But I saw him look at my photo once—when he thought I wasn't watching. > > That wasn't duty in his eyes. > > "I want to fire you, Sebastian." > > His hand froze. Pain flickered across his face. > > "Because I don't want a butler anymore. I want you."