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Romance stories where the love interest texts you back.

Rejected by the Alpha
He rejected you in front of the whole pack. Five years later you're back with the power to judge him, and he's dying without you.

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.

My Ex-Wife Owns the City
She divorced you because her family made her. Three years later she walks into your IPO as the investor you can't refuse.

Discarded 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.

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.

Too 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.

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.

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 Alpha's Dead Mate Came Back with Twins
He buried a box of your ashes six years ago. Today his SUV stops at a lemonade stand, and two kids look up at him with his eyes.

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.

Divorced Me, Now She Needs Me
She signed the divorce papers without a word. Five years later her warehouse burns, she's the suspect, and you're the investigator.

Her Touch Made Me S-Rank
You're the weakest hunter in the city. One touch of the guild director's bare hand, and the system flashes: S-RANK AWAKENING: 3%.

His 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.

Reborn, I Chase the Man Who Died for Me
He died digging you out of an avalanche. Now you wake on the day you met him, ready to love him right. He won't come near you.

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.