Drama

At our seventh wedding anniversary dinner, my husband Nathan audaciously discussed the name of the child his mistress Victoria was carrying, speaking in Spanish right in front of me.
They presumed I could not understand. Yet, not only did I comprehend every word, but I had also long ago uncovered evidence of their affair—including those passionate videos filmed in his car...
But when I vanished co...

My husband used our so-called "open marriage" as a shield, shamelessly bringing his mistress home.

He was dead sure I had a bottom line and would never cross it.

Until the night I stayed out until dawn, returning with the faint smell of alcohol.

The ever-arrogant man shattered a vase in a jealous rage. He gripped my wrist hard enough to bruise, demanding to know which hotel I’d been to and who ...

Nobody would believe that I, Sienna, the glamorous CEO's wife in the eyes of outsiders, couldn't even scrape together two decent outfits in my closet after three years of marriage.   And no one knew that every single cent I spent in private—from my brother's life-saving medical bills down to a pack of tampons—had to go through my husband's childhood sweetheart and personal assistant via a so-calle...

"Bzz—" The phone buzzed in the cold observation room.

On the screen, Alex's voice-to-text popped up: "Sienna just borrowed your old dress to make a casting mold. Do you have to go crazy like some shrew? Get back to the apartment within half an hour—the gallery's PR copy is still waiting for you to write."

Every word was absolute defense of his "innocent little sister."

I didn't type, didn't cal...

I spent two years alongside the Mafia don, serving as his most obedient secretary and most transparent wife, watching as he bestowed all his tenderness upon his shining muse. With great effort, I deceived him into signing the divorce papers and, turning away, fled to war-torn Syria, carrying his child within me. I believed I would never cross paths with him again, until one day, drenched in blood,...

I built my husband Evan's Hollywood acting empire alongside him, and we kept our marriage hidden from the public. I once believed our bond was unbreakable. Until I checked his car's navigation history.
For an entire year, every Wednesday night, my movie-star husband lied about working overnight film shoots. When I followed the GPS route to its destination, I found the apartment of his rival actres...

Every April Fools' Day, my billionaire husband's childhood sweetheart loved to play a twisted game of "I dare you" with him.

Last year, she dared him to throw our wedding ring into the lake. This year, she dared him to divorce me and marry her by midnight.

He agreed instantly, dragging me to court just to win.

"I'm pregnant," I whispered, holding the ultrasound photo in my pocket.

He laughed i...

"No. It's too stiff." Ronan Black, my boyfriend of three years, frowned in frustration and tossed down his paintbrush. "There's not a single sketch with any soul in it."
A classmate beside him looked confused. "How is that possible? Your paintings with Isolde as the model always had such beautiful lighting."
The words stabbed straight through my heart, but I stood there frozen, saying nothing.
Ron...

"I had the hospital put your mother back on treatment. Now behave yourself, and quit making up excuses to get money out of me."

The call came from my husband, Silas Crane.

The Don of the Crane family had noticed I hadn't gone to his assistant for money in five whole days. He probably figured I'd finally been trained to be a proper Donna.

Before he hung up, he added, "I know life's tough for peo...

I died on the operating table. Down the hall, my husband was waiting for news that the woman he'd loved before me had received my kidney.
He'd made that day happen. He'd forced me to end my six-month pregnancy, then give what was left of me to a woman who was supposedly dying.
Just before I stopped breathing, he was holding her hand in another room, telling her, "It's over. We can finally be toget...

Seventeen days into our silent standoff, I heard my boyfriend of eight years had slept with a girl he grew up with. He was telling people we’d already broken up. When I called, he asked if I had anything to say. I did:“When are you going to pay me back the forty-five thousand dollars you owed me?”

My sister Vivian dated men the way other people taste champagne — a bright sip, then set the glass down before anyone could ask her to finish it.
Never enough to satisfy anyone. Never long enough to be held responsible for the empty glass.
When those men discovered one another, they did not punish her.
They chose me.
Attention I had never received became flowers, invitations, and late-night calls...

Ten years into my relationship with Dalton Wrenley, I finally worked up the courage to propose.

He scoffed, “Look at you. Dressed like a beggar. You really think someone like you deserves to marry into a family like mine?”

I begged him—God, I begged. But to please his precious childhood sweetheart, he shoved me down the stairs like I was nothing.

My legs were shattered. Thirty days in the ICU.
...

My college roommate was a professional loyalty tester.
Every boyfriend I ever had, she “tested.” Every single one failed. She sent me the photos to prove it.
“Good thing you have me, right?”
So I cut her off, moved across the country, and got engaged to a man I thought she could never touch.
On my wedding day, she showed up as my makeup artist.
That night, she climbed into my husband’s bed.
A year...

When our commercial jet began its plunge, my captain husband looked between me and his secret lover, feigning agonizing indecision over the last emergency flotation vest.
 
This time, I shoved the vest straight into their hands.
 
In my past life, Kian had put on a torturous show of weighing his options before strapping that very vest onto my pregnant body.
 
He had chosen to stay behind on the pl...

As the New Year's Eve bells were about to toll, my fiancé, Tristan, slid an annulment agreement in front of me.
 
"Blair's New Year's wish is to experience an engagement. Just play along. After tonight, we'll reinstate our engagement."
 
Wearing my custom engagement gown, Blair looked at me with red-rimmed eyes and a pout.
 
"Sienna, if you really mind, let's just forget it. With my failing health...

Seventeen days into our silent standoff, I heard my boyfriend of eight years had slept with his childhood friend. He was telling people we’d already broken up. When I called, he asked if I had anything to say. “I do,”I replied. “When do I get my forty-five thousand dollars back?”

The whole city is waiting to see me, Evelyn Parker, make a fool of myself at my seventh engagement party.

Six years ago, I declared before the city's social elite that I wouldn't marry unless my fiancé put the ring on my finger himself. Mason and I grew up together. I never doubted that he would.

The first time, he said he had left the ring at home. The second time, his assistant had brought the...

Five years into our marriage, we were finally about to have our delayed tenth wedding ceremony.
 
Just moments before exchanging our vows, my husband, Declan, received a text from his childhood best friend—she had just called off her wedding.
 
Without a second of hesitation, Declan declared, "Let's do the wedding another day. Sloane is having an emotional breakdown. I can't let her face it alone....

The moment Darren Gellar walked into the conference room, I felt the blood in my veins freeze.
The new chief, broad-shouldered beneath his badge and radiating cold restraint, was the very man who had been gasping beneath me last night.
My so-called “escort.”
Last night, in the dim hotel hallway, his body had been burning hot. His shirt collar was open, his eyes unfocused and thick with desire.
Now...