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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.

Owned by the Mafia Heir
Your father lost everything at the card table. The mafia heir wants one year, one signature, and his last name on you.

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.

The Prince's Secret Bride
You bossed a soaked stranger behind your counter. He was the Crown Prince. Now he needs a fake fiancée, and the whole kingdom is watching.

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.

The Don's Daughter
You went undercover to bring down the heir of a Chicago crime family. She knew your badge number before you said hello.

I Died on My Wedding Night
Your husband poisoned you for your trust fund. Now you have 90 days, perfect memory, and a proposal for the man who died trying to save you.

The Rancher's Contract Bride
Marry the grumpy cowboy and live on his Montana ranch for a year, or the land goes to the man who'll bulldoze it. Courthouse Friday.

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.

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.

I Married the Ice Queen CEO
Your ex left you for a man with a yacht. Then the coldest CEO in the city walks into your garage and asks you to marry her. Tonight.

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.

The Son-in-Law They Laughed At
Three years of her family calling you useless. One wife who never did. And one phone call that's about to make them kneel.

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.

Fake Husband to the President's Daughter
The President's daughter needs a husband for the cameras. She picked a boat mechanic. She knows exactly what you used to be.

The 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.

I Walked Out on My Biker, His Rival Was Waiting
You walked out on your biker with one bag. His rival offered you a room, no strings. Now both clubs think you're his.

Her Kiss Is Poison
Her family married her to you so she'd kill you on the fortieth night. Her kiss should have killed you on the first. It didn't.

Stranded and Sworn to the Warlord
You crash on a world where survivors are salvage. The alien warlord swears an oath to keep you free, and swears you can revoke it.

My Fake Valentine Is the Firefighter Next Door
Your sister's Valentine's wedding. Your ex is the best man. The firefighter across the hall says he'll be your date before you finish asking.

Poisoned by My Prince? Watch Me Wed His Enemy
Your prince poisoned you at your wedding feast. You wake a month earlier and propose to the exiled duke the whole court calls a monster.

Hired to Be Her Fiancé
London, 1815. A duke wants her fortune. Her solution: hire her stable master to play her fiancé for one Season. That's you.