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Romance stories where the love interest texts you back.
Damian VanceThe 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.
Kasimir DraghanDiscarded Luna, Claimed by the Lycan King
Your pack threw you out for never shifting. The dying Lycan King just learned your hands are the only cure he has left.
Gabriel AshfordWhile 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.
Anders DevlinThe 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.
Wolfram BrandtToo Big for the Alpha, Perfect for the King
Your alpha rejected you for your size in front of the whole pack. The Lycan King who walked in says you're the only mate he'll ever take.
Maximilian DelauneToo 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.
Nathaniel CroftonWrong Suite: One Night with My Fiancé's Uncle
You caught your fiancé cheating and ended it. Then your keycard opened the wrong suite, and his uncle opened the door.
Reid EllsworthMy 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.
Ambrose FairclothThe Duke Married His Worst Critic
Your secret column calls him the coldest duke in London. Now you're his wife, and he's hired Bow Street to find the writer.
Rafferty BlaineHis Unwanted Wife Wrote His Billion-Dollar Code
On IPO day your husband called you his supportive wife. You wrote his code. His fiercest rival knows, and he's betting everything on you.
Jodie WrobelMy Best Friend Is a Girl? Since When?
Ten years as best friends. One garage. One green dress. And a letter from California she hasn't told you about.
Gwenllian PendrakeStitches After Midnight
You lost the fight. She stitched your eyebrow without anesthetic and told you to quit. You went back the next week just to see her.