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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’.

Blake's keeping me locked up in a villa outside the city, with a dozen bodyguards watching me around the clock. They won't let me step foot outside my room.

He once promised Vanessa, the woman he never got over, that he'd give her company shares and his estate. Now she's back after her divorce, pregnant, crying to Blake that I threatened her, told her to give up what he promised, and that I wanted to hurt her and her baby.

Blake believed her.

He's convinced I'm evil and gold-digging. He locked me up here while he stays at the hospital, never leaving Vanessa's side.

I'm going into sudden labor, crying and begging him to let me go to a hospital. I swear I never wanted those things, never hurt her.

Blake just sneers. "You're such a liar. I don't believe a single word from someone as vicious as you. After Vanessa delivers, I'll get you a doctor. Stop trying to fool me."

But when he finally sees my body, he completely falls apart.

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...

My parents raised me for twenty-four years. Then they found out I wasn't their biological daughter.

Their real daughter came home. She'd only been back two years. That's all it took to erase twenty-four.

When kidnappers grabbed us, I used my body as a shield. They beat me until something inside me ruptured. I was dying from internal bleeding, but no one could tell.

My parents wouldn't even look at me. "This is your fault! None of this would've happened if it weren't for you!"

"Get downstairs and apologize to your sister. If you can't, pack your things and get out."

They threw her a party at a downtown hotel while I died alone in my room.

I thought they'd be relieved. Maybe even glad. I thought they'd just move on like I never existed.

But when they finally learned the truth, they fell apart.