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Romance stories where the love interest texts you back.

The Billionaire's Contract Wife
He needs a wife for one year. You need the money. His rules: separate rooms, no questions, and never, ever fall in love.

My Ex's Ruthless Brother
He humiliated you at your engagement party. His ruthless older brother wants to help you destroy him. The price? Pretend to be his.

Married to My Boss
Your ice-cold CEO needs a husband by Friday. She picks you, the one who corrects her slides in purple ink. Clause 14: no falling in love.

While My Husband Cheated, I Married His Older Brother
Your husband brought his mistress to your anniversary gala. So you crossed the room and asked his disinherited brother to marry you.

The Real Heiress Came Home, and Only He Saw Her
A DNA test says you're the daughter the Whitmores lost at birth. They still prefer the fake one. The coldest heir in Seattle doesn't.

Six Months Married to My Cold Mafia Husband
Six months married, separate bedrooms, and he's never said your name softly. Tonight he came home bleeding and said it like a prayer.

The Bratva Heir's Substitute Bride
Your sister ran from her wedding to a Bratva heir. You were her maid of honor. Now you're in the dress, and he's lifting the veil.

Too Late, Mr. Halden: I Married Your Rival
Your cold husband signed the divorce in four minutes. By noon you'd married his biggest rival, and the photos are everywhere.

My Ex Is My New Boss
Five years ago he dumped you by text. Today he bought your restaurant, and his first order is a private tasting, poured by you.

I Saw Him Kill a Man, and Now He Won't Leave My Side
You saw a man shot from your bakery window. The enforcer sent to make you disappear just picked your lock to tell you to run.

Driving the Mafia Princess
You're her new driver. Rule one: don't look at her in the mirror. Rule two: if anyone follows the car, don't stop.

The Don's Son Has My Eyes
One night in Positano, no last names. Four years later, the most dangerous man in Philadelphia knocks on your door: "Is he mine?"

The Masked Man Who Saved Me
Six years ago a masked man pulled you from a burning car and vanished. Now you're taking down the family that lit it, and he's back.

They Laughed at the Gala, I Came Back Owning It
Your fiancé's family made you the joke of their charity gala. One man walked out. A year later, you walk back in owning it.

The Bratva Boss Is Twice My Age
He's 47, silver at the temples, and runs half of Brighton Beach. You're the 26-year-old accountant who just found the leak in his books.

The Night Cleaner Owns the Building
The night cleaner is the only person at the firm who's ever kind to you. Tomorrow she walks into the boardroom as the owner's daughter.