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When my five-dollar harmonica sounded at the audition, the entire Nashville Music Academy laughed at the illiterate coffee shop waitress. Until legendary producer Samuel stood up trembling and said, "You're accepted."
Now I've become the music industry's most ironic joke—a musically illiterate genius who lied about graduating from Berklee. My stepsister Colleen holds all my secrets: my mother's medical bills, the truth about my father's hit-and-run, and all those original songs she stole and put her name on.
But none of us expected that my "shameful" music would make the composer who'd been in a coma for ten years open his eyes. When Samuel discovered I couldn't read even the simplest sheet music, I raised my harmonica and whispered, "Let me show you what real music is."
Like my father used to say, even the tiniest star shines bright. And my light is about to pierce through all the lies and darkness.

You think the most mortifying thing is accidentally sending lingerie photos to your professor ex?
Wrong. The most mortifying thing is him showing up at your door minutes later, eyes blazing with hunger. When my pipes burst and he's helping me fix them—soaking wet, muscles straining against his shirt—I figured we were headed straight for round two. Until my brother walks in with his spare key, casually calling me "sis."
I watched the blood drain from his face in real time. He thinks he's been lusting after his own student's girlfriend. His whole moral code just imploded. Now this ridiculously upright, devastatingly hot man is caught between wanting to devour me and hating himself for it, running scared from his own desire.
So here's my dilemma: Do I keep enjoying watching him completely unravel over me, or do I put him out of his misery and tell him the truth—that the "rival" he's been losing his mind over is actually my brother?

As a method actress, I believe in immersive research. But I took it too far at the wrap party. I got drunk and "studied" Ryan Herman—yes, the A-list producer—by tearing his shirt and coaching him through a kiss.
I was facing a lawsuit and career annihilation. His solution? A contract to be his fake girlfriend.
Now the world thinks I tamed Hollywood's untouchable bachelor. But I know the truth... until I found his hidden wall of my pictures.
The question isn't if this will blow up, but whether he's trying to wreck my life... or if he's desperately in love with me.

I was personally handed over by my boyfriend to three fugitives. In the abandoned warehouse, as they leered and ripped apart my uniform, I swore to make him pay the price.

The bathtub water turned a vivid red, and I was reborn back to the afternoon before the tragedy struck. This time, I swapped out that cup of coffee ahead of time and sent a fake message to the fugitives on the dark web.

Now, it's his turn to be shackled to the cold iron rack. Listening to the desperate cries echoing from the surveillance—cries I'd once endured myself—I switched off the screen.

Darling, you said we'd watch the ocean view together? Too bad—this nightmare you directed with your own hands? Now it's your turn to star in it. Some debts must be repaid in exactly the same way, down to the last detail.

WARNING MATURE CONTENT!!! A devastated lady went to a bar to drink away her pains after she caught her fiance and her bestie on the bed. At that moment of her being drunk, she mistakenly took a tycoon CEO as a host to attend to her needs. Under the desperation to get away from her pains on what her fiance did to her. She had a hot night with the strange man under the influence of the she took. Just one night that change her life forever. What happens, when the stranger she thought to be a host want more than just a night with her. "I want him!"She squealed, pointing a well manicured finger to the god of a man. There were gasps in the room as everyone gawked at the woman who dared to point a finger at the stranger. She obviously didn't know who he was, other wise, she wouldn't have dared to alter the words that came out of her mouth. "I said, I want him!" She repeated even louder than before. "Madam, I think you should sit down and continue your drink. You're digging your own grave!" The waiter whispered. "Oh shut the up! I want him and I will get him!" She screamed again, ignoring the waiter's warning. Her loud voice finally got the attention of the mysterious man. He looked around him and noticed that the beautiful drunk woman was indeed pointing at him. "I said I want him! He is the host!" She was saying. A wicked smirk curled up the mysterious man's lips as he observed Aria. She would make a good meal for the night. "Go bring get me that woman." He whispered to one of his men.

For nine years, I loved Jake, heir to the Steel Knights MC, like a fool—until I saw him tangled up with my own cousin in the garage… while she was carrying his child. They laughed at me, called me "just a mechanic," treated me like their loyal dog. But I'll show them—the most underestimated roses grow the sharpest thorns. From Texas to California, from a cast-out nobody to the underground racing queen, my revenge is just getting started. And when Jake is on his knees, begging me to come back? I'll make sure he sees exactly who lost this game.

I faked amnesia to fool him. He turned around and claimed to be my boyfriend. I moved into his place to dig up dirt, only to find his secret notebook filled with everything about me. I thought it was a secret crush, until I discovered it was tied to a grudge between our fathers. Right after we confessed everything with a kiss, an "accident" made him forget me for real. Now, it's my turn to make him fall for me again. Howard, this time, you're not getting away.

I woke up in a locked room with the bodies of my three bullies. I was the only one left alive. All the evidence points to me—even the security footage shows a girl with my face cold-bloodedly staging the scene. But I remember none of it. My world shattered when the psychologist locked eyes with me and whispered, "You're not Daphne, are you?" Then, a voice, cold as ice, spoke in my mind: "They tried to destroy you. So I destroyed them first."

Who would have guessed that the werewolf janitor who picked up my takeout boxes and dirty laundry was actually the missing Blackwood Alpha heir with an eight-figure bounty on his head? He'd brew me coffee with hints of citrus, fold my wrinkled t-shirts with military precision, and the heart-shaped white spot on the tip of his tail would secretly brush against my wrist.

Then one morning, he vanished without even leaving a note. On TV, he stood in a bespoke suit, his eyes cold enough to freeze your soul, declaring "Wolves never forget to seek revenge."

Until he found me again, clutching that nearly dead potted lupine, saying he wanted "to be your janitor for life." Should I ask why he pretended not to know me back then, or should I first lose myself in this ridiculously dramatic yet heart-melting embrace?

Three-year contract marriage. $5,000 monthly salary. Peaceful divorce at the end.

That was my deal with Ethan Blackwood.

Until I overheard him on the phone—booking restaurants, ordering white roses, preparing a necklace. I knew his white moonlight Bailey was back.

So I paid $3,000 for a fake ultrasound and told him I was pregnant.

He transferred $500,000 and said coldly, "Take care of my child."

I took the money and ran to Seattle, thinking I'd never see him again.

Three weeks later, he showed up at the café where I worked.

Soaked through. Eyes dangerous.

"That clinic was shut down by the FDA three months ago," he threw the investigation in front of me. "Your fake ultrasound? The check bounced."

My blood ran cold.

He leaned closer, voice low enough to devour me—

"Since it was fake, Sophia, let's make it real."

Everyone undergoes The Becoming the year of their 18th birthday, no exceptions. Best friends Aila and Adreanna have been looking forward to taking over their mothers' business as mediums, so imagine their surprise when they come through The Becoming and are told that their powers are too dangerous? They're shipped off to an elite academy intended for the upper echelon of society, those who are meant to have strong powers.
Of course, nothing is ever as simple as getting in and getting out, is it? Aila and Adreanna find themselves the center of attention at the Spellbound Academy of Exemplary Magicks. Not only are the four royals, representing each of the elemental realms, against them, but so are their supposed future queens. So how do two unsuspecting ladies handle four devilishly handsome who seem to hate them by virtue of their common upbringing when every force of nature seems to be pushing them together?
When push comes to shove, the Aila and Adreanna find themselves forced to show their true powers, which they can't seem to control. Nothing is as it seems, but together, they can do anything, even tame the wild elements.
Light and Dark collide as the elements fight for supremacy. Love is found in the most unexpected places. And secret prophecies are exposed in an explosive betrayal of everything the royals think they know.

After catching my boyfriend and stepmother in my bed, I did two things: I dumped the trash, and I hired myself a man who set my blood on fire. Roger is perfect—in bed and in a fight. But he has a tiny secret: he gets a little… furry on full moons. So when my ex came crawling back, Roger just flashed his fangs and growled, "She's mine. Care to get closer?"

I had a 3-minute wedding night.
I married Dr. Zachary Palmer out of convenience. His golden hands are legendary in the OR, but in our bed? Let's just say it was a quick, humiliating failure. I was sure our marriage was a lost cause.
Then I saw him fight to save my father's life. I saw the tears in his eyes. I saw the man behind the surgeon.
Now he's determined to prove he can be the husband I need. And God help me, I'm starting to believe him. How am I supposed to walk away now?

A stormy night. A broke barista. One rescued Golden Retriever that cost Winter her last penny.

Plot twist: the dog belongs to Hollywood heartthrob Dylan Carter.

"Hand over my dog!" he demands, but the Golden Retriever won't budge from Winter's side, whimpering at its own master like a heartbroken child.

Then comes the curveball—$10K a month to live in his Malibu mansion as the dog's personal caretaker. From rags to riches overnight.

But what's with the mind games? Steamy midnight swims, almost-kisses that turn into cold shoulders... What is this man's endgame?

I came back to Willowvale to save my grandmother's coffee shop, not to deal with five years' worth of rumors about me and my three best friends. Apparently, the whole town thinks I'm some kind of heartbreaker who can't keep her hands off Knox, Sage, and River. The truth? They're like my brothers. But when the new vet in town looks at me like I'm exactly what everyone says I am, I realize coming home might be harder than leaving ever was...

They say unrequited love hurts the most.

They have no idea.

Ten years. Ten years of stealing glances at Caspian Brooks across training pools, memorizing the way his eyes crinkled when he laughed, treasuring every casual touch like it was made of gold. Ten years of pretending friendship was enough while my heart bled every time he looked through me like I was invisible.

I thought if I was good enough, fast enough, loyal enough—maybe he'd see me. Really see me.

Then she walked in.

Anastasia Nova. Blonde hair like spun silk, accent like velvet, presence that could command a room with a single breath. I watched my best friend—the boy I'd loved since I was eight years old—transform into a stranger the moment she said his name. Watched him light up for her in ways he never had for me.

Five minutes. It took her five minutes to unravel ten years of my foolish, desperate hope.

But heartbreak was just the beginning......

A twenty-dollar thrift store blanket connected me to a billionaire's mind.

I'm Isadora Miller—broke Brooklyn art student who accidentally bought a psychic link to Raphael Ashford, Manhattan's most eligible heir. I could hear his thoughts, feel his touch, control his every sensation.

What started as curiosity became obsession. What began as power became love.

But when you're nobody from nowhere and he's worth three hundred billion dollars, when his family threatens to destroy you and society says you don't belong—loving someone means knowing when to let them go.

Until he's willing to lose everything to keep you.R

On my twentieth birthday, I walked out of Boston Medical Center with a piece of paper that might as well have been my death certificate. "Stage IV pancreatic cancer. Three to six months, maybe less." The doctor's words were still ringing in my head.

You know what it's like to come home with news that's going to destroy everything, holding onto some stupid hope that maybe, just maybe, your family will give a shit? I walked into a house full of balloons and champagne—all for my sister Grace getting into Harvard.

"Hey," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "It's my birthday."

Mom barely looked up from arranging flowers. "Nova, not now. This is Grace's moment."

So I stood there in the middle of their party, pulled out the diagnosis with hands that wouldn't stop shaking, and said the words that should have stopped the world: "I have cancer."

Dad looked at me like I'd just told him I was running away to join the circus. "Jesus, Nova. Are you seriously faking being sick for attention right now?"

The paper in my hands felt like it was burning me. My death sentence. But to them? Just another one of Nova's little dramas.

To save my brother's life, I agreed to become a pawn that would destroy him, staying in his mansion under the guise of a nurse. Yet, the daily closeness led me to falter. When my fingers trembled while sending confidential documents, I realized: I could either betray him for my own survival or protect him, plunging both my brother and myself into the abyss.

"They took eight years of my life, destroyed my family, and buried the truth under a mountain of lies. I walked out of Riverside State Penitentiary with nothing but a canvas bag and a marriage contract to a man in a coma—my last desperate chance at revenge.

But some sleeping princes aren't as helpless as they seem. And sometimes, the most beautiful love stories begin with the darkest plans for vengeance.

Justice may sleep, but it never dies. And when it awakens... it changes everything."

I woke up in the middle of the night to my mark burning.

Through our bond, I could feel Xavier marking another woman.

Ten years of marriage and a seven-year-old son, all turned to ash at midnight when the blood moon rose.

When he brought Aurora home, I asked him, "What did you do?"

He said, "I couldn't stop it. She was my fated mate."

I was heartbroken, but then I found out something that made me decide to fight back.

I supported my "broke boyfriend" for five years, only to discover he's actually a Wall Street billionaire!

That day at the elite club, I overheard him talking with his friends:

"How long have you been playing poor?"

"Almost five years. Time to wrap it up."

"That girl still funding you?"

"Just bought me pants yesterday. Levi's—she saved for a whole month."

Then they all burst out laughing!

For five years I sent him over $30,000, thinking I was helping my hardworking boyfriend. Turns out I was just his "sociology research subject"! Even worse—this bastard has a rich heiress fiancée!

When he begged for forgiveness on his knees, I only had one thing to say:

"Game over. Get the fuck out."

I am Seraphina Cross, a professional heartbreaker who specializes in destroying arrogant, self-important men.

My target was tennis prodigy Phoenix Ashford, but after one wild night, I discovered I'd slept with the wrong man—his twin brother Caspian, heir to a business empire.

One mistake. One bloody game unleashed.

I drove Caspian to obsession, made Phoenix willing to die for me. When both brothers believed they'd won my heart, I bared my fangs.

"I'm sorry, Caspian... I choose Phoenix."

One sentence shattered a brotherhood forged in blood.

Fists flew. Betrayal cut deep. Hatred consumed them—two brothers at war over a woman who never loved either of them.

And the game has only just begun.

I thought I was saving a homeless man. I had no idea I was falling in love with Wall Street's most dangerous player.

When I found Ryan digging through garbage, he couldn't use my washing machine or figure out the coffee maker—a perfect man who needed my care. But why did he speak French like a native? Why did expensive watches keep "accidentally" appearing in his belongings?

When my family business suddenly faced bankruptcy, he always showed up at the perfect moment with mysterious funds and flawless solutions. I started to suspect something, but it was too late—I was already deeply in love with this enigmatic man.

Until that night at New York's most luxurious engagement party, when the spotlight hit the stage: "Ladies and gentlemen, let's welcome the second son of the Montgomery family—Ryan Montgomery!"

I stared at the stranger in a tuxedo on stage, that face I'd kissed countless times. He was the brother of Matthew Montgomery—the man I was supposed to marry!

Was it all calculated? Was my kindness just a pawn in their brothers' power game?

I used to create perfect weddings for other people, always dreaming that someday I'd plan my own. As Toronto's most sought-after wedding planner, I had it all mapped out—the venue, the flowers, the dress I'd been saving for since I was twenty-five.
Then I came home early from a client meeting and found my fiancé Philippe in our bed with his paralegal. The fight that followed was ugly—screaming, accusations, him telling me I was "obsessed with babies" and "suffocating." When I threw his ring at him and told him to get out, I didn't know the stress had triggered something devastating.
The miscarriage happened that night. The complications were worse—internal bleeding, emergency surgery, a doctor gently explaining that my chances of ever conceiving again were less than two percent. Philippe filed for divorce while I was still in the hospital.
I took the settlement money and bought a small diner in rural Quebec, telling myself I was starting fresh. For five years, I focused on work and avoided anything that reminded me of the family I'd never have. No dating, no relationships, no hope of ever holding my own child.
Until a hungry twelve-year-old boy appeared outside my diner in the snow, counting coins in his palm.

"Ivory's six months pregnant. She needs to get back more than you do."

When my husband Donovan said those words at a South African mining disaster site, I knew my marriage was over. Two helicopter seats, three British nationals. He chose to save his mistress instead of his pregnant wife.

"I'm pregnant too," I told him, my voice shaking.

"I know," he replied without emotion. "You're only three months along. You'll manage."

He knew. He knew I was carrying his child, and he was still choosing her over me. Over us.

"You'll manage. You're stronger than anyone," he told me as he left me in a war zone, helping his precious Ivory onto the helicopter like she might break.

Three months pregnant and abandoned, the stress nearly killed me. I had no choice but to terminate the pregnancy – the last tie connecting me to the man who betrayed me.

But I discovered something deeper than just adultery. Something that would destroy them both.

He’s a successful author but the heroine of his love story wants nothing to do with him.   After clashing on national television, Tanner can’t get the beautiful Kylie Mitchel out of his mind.She’s a spit-fire with long legs, glossy dark skin and spikes aiming in all directions.Even if it seems impossible, he’s determined to have her.Soon, Kylie’s barbed quips soften into smiles whenever he comes around. But reaching past her defenses to the brokenness beneath might mean facing a secret from his own past.Can Tanner succeed in winning the bristly Kylie’s heart? And will pulling the thread of his past unravel all his success in the present? Love and family drama collide in this clean BWWM romance. *Please Note: A REASON TO FALL was previously publishedas‘CALL ME LOST’.

Four months pregnant, an empty wedding ceremony, a fatal car crash—my unborn child and I both perished in the Pacific on that foggy night.

When I opened my eyes, I was reborn.

I followed him to a late-night coffee shop, watching through the car window as he held a blonde woman tightly in his arms, her lips brushing against his cheek as she stood on tiptoes. My heart shattered for the second time.

But then, the truth began to unravel layer by layer. The woman I thought was his mistress, those embraces I believed were betrayals, those late-night disappearances I assumed were lies... every piece of the puzzle pointed to a truth I could never have imagined.

By the time I finally understood everything, it was too late. I knelt beside his lifeless body...

I'm Veda, a designer getting crushed by my asshole boss Austin. Until I bought a mysterious vintage teddy bear at an antique market—and everything changed.

When I accidentally touched the bear, Austin lost it in front of our biggest client, blushing like a virgin! That's when I discovered this freaky telepathic connection—every touch I made, that cold bastard could feel it too.

The power dynamic flipped instantly.

I started my revenge on the man who'd humiliated me for months. Watching him tremble under my control was pure satisfaction.

But when Austin discovered the truth and cornered me in the conference room, his words shattered me completely:

"Every time you touched that bear, I got hard as hell. Now it's my turn for payback."

At 2:17 AM, six weeks postpartum, new mom Harper thought she was just responding to her baby's crying. Instead, she discovered her husband Kieran and their live-in nanny Anya in the most intimate embrace—right beside her daughter's crib.
In her most vulnerable moment, in what should have been the safest space in her home, the two people she trusted most were betraying everything sacred about motherhood and marriage. Worse yet, they thought she was just another "baby-brained" mom who would never catch on.

They seriously underestimated what a mother is capable of.

When Harper finds that mysterious $300 Victoria's Secret charge on their shared account, when she discovers Kieran's handwritten love notes hidden in Anya's room, when she overhears them mocking her "annoying" middle-of-the-night feedings—she realizes it's time to show them what a real "burning sensation" feels like.

So the next time they tried to sneak around, Harper secretly swapped out their lube for her own special blend.

If you want to play with fire, let me show you what burning really feels like.

"Baby, lend me Stella for the movie."
When my fiancé Damon said this, I thought it was the most romantic thing ever. My guide dog starring in his Oscar-worthy film—what a perfect love story.
I'm Aria Sinclair, 26-year-old blind film producer with perfect pitch and endless money, but no eyes. So when he said "The press will go crazy for our story," I stupidly agreed.
Three weeks later, in the editing room:
01:47:23—Dull impact.
01:47:31—Familiar whimper.
01:47:35—Silence.
My perfect pitch never lies. That wasn't CGI—that was real impact. Worse, I knew that whimper. That was Stella, my guide dog, my eyes, my most loyal companion.
They killed her. For a goddamn trophy.
On premiere night, when Damon walked the red carpet with a strange German Shepherd, when I touched her paw and found no white star-shaped mark—
"This is not my dog!"
I broke down in front of hundreds of reporters.
"Honey, you're under too much stress," Damon said gently. "Maybe you need rest."
Whispers from the audience: "Poor blind girl..." "She really needs help..."
Just like that, I became the crazy one.
Abandoned by the world.
Betrayed by the man I loved most.
But they made one fatal mistake—they thought stealing my eyes would silence me.
Now it's time to let them hear what despair sounds like...
[Click to watch me destroy them both...]

In my previous life, when the CEO got drugged and mom wanted to be his "cure," I desperately stopped her.

Another woman helped him instead, and he married her.

Mom lost it and sold me to South American traffickers.

"If you hadn't interfered, Ethan would've married me. You ruined my perfect life. Why should you be happy?"

I endured years of torture until I took my own life.

I woke up on the same day - when the CEO got drugged.

This time I smiled. "Go for it, Mom. "

He's a handsome restaurant owner who doesn’t care about her past… because she hasn’t told him everything.When church secretary Rochelle Johnson stumbles into an entanglement with her pastor, life becomes a maze of scandals and secrets.Conflicted and trying to run from her past, she’s not at all ready for a new relationship.Until she meets a man who’s perfect for her.Handsome, suave, and wealthy, Sam Richards clashes with her at first. But soon, he falls hard for her and makes it impossible to resist him.Just as Rochelle believes she’s found redemption, her sins rise from the dark and wreak havoc in her life.Will Sam stick around when he discovers the truth about what she’s done? Or will past mistakes destroy her one chance at true love?Love and secrets collide in this clean BWWM romance. *Please Note: A REASON TO HEAL was previously publishedas‘CALL ME TORN’.

On my wedding night, my husband Tyler pushed me onto the poker table as his final bet.

"She's just a retard anyway—perfect for getting rid of a problem," he sneered.

That moment, I thought my life was completely over.

Until the man in the delivery uniform won me, gently called me "princess," and filled his tiny apartment with pink dresses just for me.

I thought I'd found a kind, poor guy.

I thought this was the only warmth in my pathetic life.

Until that day at the TED conference, when five hundred million viewers watched him walk onto the stage, and the big screen displayed "Phantom AI Founder, Net Worth: $52 Billion"...

Tyler was on his knees, sobbing: "Please spare our family..."

And my "delivery boy" stroked my hair, saying: "Emma, I built this empire to be worthy of you someday."

What if your greatest sacrifice became your deepest regret?

Sarah Miller believed love meant unconditional support—abandoning her nursing degree, working double shifts, and funding her husband's coding dreams. When Jake's app hit one million downloads, she thought they'd finally taste success.

But success brought shame, not gratitude. Jake demanded a "low-key marriage," listed himself as "Single" on LinkedIn, and denied his family on national TV. Sarah wasn't a wife anymore; she was a stain on his success.

When their daughter Emma was dismissed as "the help's kid," Sarah understood a brutal truth: gaining everything means losing yourself, while losing it all can make you whole.

"They taught me that love was supposed to be unconditional. That mothers always forgive. That family comes first, no matter what.

They were wrong.

I was Emily Thompson—veterinarian, wife, mother. I gave up my career to support my husband's failing farm. I spent eight years nursing my asthmatic son, building a life around their needs, sacrificing my dreams for their comfort.

Then they chose a stranger over me.

When a beautiful liar claiming cancer came into our home, my husband believed her over his wife of eight years. My eight-year-old son wished she was his real mother. They traded me for a fraud, and expected me to quietly disappear.

Instead, I chose myself.

Some women forgive. Some women fight for their families. Some women break down and beg for a second chance.

I became the woman who builds an empire from the ashes of betrayal.

They all say I stole Eamon from my adopted sister.
I've spent years drowning in guilt, playing the perfect wife, starving for crumbs of his love. Then came my death sentence: advanced liver cancer. Six months.
Death sentence in hand, I wandered home in a daze—only to find the town ablaze with light for her return. My “heartbroken” sister was back. And
there was my husband, holding her hand at her lavish welcome party, radiant as if I’d never existed.
As pain twisted like a knife in my gut, I huddled alone in the dark, their laughter drifting from afar. Then it hit me—a gut-wrenching truth sharper than the pain: my dying body and this joyous reunion were bound by a hidden, bloody thread…

Cancer was supposed to be my death sentence. Instead, it became my liberation.

I thought I had it all—wealth, status, a picture-perfect life in Greenwich's elite circles. Then came the diagnosis that would change everything: six months to live. But facing my final chapter, I uncovered a truth more devastating than any terminal illness—the man sleeping beside me was slowly killing my soul.

When you have nothing left to lose, you discover exactly how powerful you can become.

Rule number 1 for the music school landlord? Don’t date the back-room tenant.Duke's a grumpy recluse struggling to care for his fragile sister, but when he meets Careena he's instantly drawn to her.She’s bright smiles, warm laughter, and completely off-limits.A stickler for the rules, he struggles to keep his distance… until a trauma from his sister’s past resurfaces and puts both Careena and his sister in danger. Now, Duke has no choice but to get closer to the woman who makes his heart race.Can he stop himself from falling for Careena? And will he be able to protect her and his sister when trouble finds them both? Love and family drama collide in this clean BWWM romance. *Please Note: A REASON TO GROW was previously publishedas‘CALL ME BROKEN’.

I always thought love should be sunshine and rainbows, until I fell for a man who spent his days with the dead.

The moment I pushed open that heavy iron door and found myself standing in a showroom full of coffins, I knew my world had been turned completely upside down. Gabriel Stone—the party planner I thought I'd been emailing—turned out to be this small town's most mysterious funeral director.

His hands always carried the scent of flowers, yet his eyes held the gentlest light I'd ever seen. He taught me that death could be elegant, that fear could transform into courage.

But when the town gossips told me he visited his dead wife's grave every Wednesday, my heart shattered. How could I compete with a perfect memory? How could I make a man still living in the past fall in love with me?

So I ran. I ran into another man's arms, toward what I thought was safety.

Until Gabriel revealed a truth that left me reeling—Elena had never died. She had simply left him...