Juniper Marlow

Five years ago, Irene Sterling fled Silver City in disgrace - pregnant, disowned by both her birth family and adoptive parents. Now she's back as a renowned surgeon, with three brilliant five-year-old children in tow. Her mysterious pregnancy remains the one puzzle she can't solve, with no memory of that fateful night.

When she accepts a lucrative offer to treat Adam Haven, the ruthless CEO of Haven Enterprise, Irene finds herself moving next door to the most powerful man in Silver City. Confined to a wheelchair after an accident, Adam is used to commanding everything and everyone around him. But his new doctor proves infuriatingly immune to his authority, even as her jasmine perfume stirs memories he can't quite grasp.

As tension crackles between the ice-cold CEO and his stubborn doctor, three genius children work behind the scenes on "Operation Mom's Happiness." After all, what better father could they ask for than the man who has passed their DNA test?

When perfect housewife Sarah catches her husband David screwing Jessica—the single mom she personally helped get hired—in a soccer equipment room, she doesn't scream or cause a scene. Instead, she chooses a deadlier path: flaunting their wealth on Instagram with Hermès shopping sprees, luxury vacations, and extravagant kids' parties. As neighbors grow suspicious and jealous of their sudden fortune, someone inevitably tips off the IRS... Turns out, the sweetest revenge isn't destroying your cheating husband—it's letting him destroy himself.

I thought seven years of marriage had given me a home, but I was just a supporting character in someone else's love story.
When I saw that ArtForum magazine, my heart nearly stopped—my mother's only legacy, Ansel Adams's signed Moonrise, Hernandez, was hanging on the wall behind Evangeline. She reclined elegantly on white Italian leather, her smile perfect like a victory announcement.
Adrian called it a "temporary loan," but I knew the truth: when a man starts giving your treasures to another woman, you're already worthless in his heart.
I won't keep performing for a dead relationship. It's time to reclaim everything that's mine—including myself.

DNA test results: I'm not the Kelly family's real daughter.
Their actual daughter Sierra came home.
She got my room, my college fund, and my boyfriend started protecting her too.
The night our house caught fire, I almost died inside, but my boyfriend said "thank God the real family is safe."
"Figure out who you are first," he told me when we broke up.
My parents spent my college money on Sierra's clothes and suggested I take a gap year.
Fine. I'll figure out who I am.
Two and a half years later, I'm back driving a company car, scouting locations for a coffee shop chain.
Sierra's working three part-time jobs to pay bills, my ex-boyfriend's a temp worker at city hall.
My former parents are using coupons at the grocery store.
And me? I'm deciding whether to invest six figures in this town.

Before I died, I was nothing more than a burden to my wealthy family and a “training prop” to my violent husband. One night, he ended my life with rope and brutality, then stuffed my body into a punching bag—hanging it in our home like a trophy. Three days later, my family finally stepped into the mansion—not to save me, but to confront me about my “disappearance.” It wasn’t until my three-year-old’s trembling finger pointed at the bag that the truth exploded. Can my spirit ever find peace? And will the one life I loved most escape the shadows of it all?

My ex shows up flaunting a knockoff version of me, and the whole circle’s ready for my downfall? Fine—I'll show up with a fake boyfriend and flip the script. My Cunning Cutie is pure high-voltage drama: green tea provocations, cutthroat office wars, and love that turns the tables. Watch me go from the one they pity… to the one they fear.