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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.

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.

Sign the Papers, Mr. Kingsley
Three years a contract wife. One gala too many. You leave the divorce papers on his desk, and the heiress he never knew you were walks out.

Five Years Gone, Alpha
He rejected you in front of the whole pack. Five years later your son shifts in a parking lot, and the Alpha who broke you steps out.

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.

One Night a Year, My Ghost Can Touch Me
You inherit a crumbling Savannah house and its ghost: a 1920s jazz pianist who can touch you one night a year. That night is coming.

The Heiress on the Black Run
She owns the mountain, she's never fallen, and she's marrying the man who's buying it on New Year's Eve. You have 26 days to teach her.

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.

Rejected by My Mate, Claimed by His Rival
Your mate rejects you before the whole Alliance. Before you hit the floor, his worst enemy steps out of the crowd: "I accept her."

The Wife You Ignored Owns Your Company
He skipped your hospital bed for his mistress. He has no idea the quiet wife he ignored owns the company that signs his paychecks.

Mr. Cold Followed Me Home
You quit as his assistant and fled to a town with one stoplight. Two days later your ice-cold ex-boss rents the room above your mom's diner.

Claimed by the Enemy Alpha
Two wolf packs are about to go to war. You're the human caught in the middle, and the enemy alpha just told both sides you're hers.

Pole Position: The Boss Who Signed Me
Nobody wanted you after the crash. She signed you anyway. Now the youngest boss on the grid needs you to win, or you're both finished.