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Romance stories where the love interest texts you back.

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.

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.

The Omega Who Woke the Moon
They made you serve wine at her engagement. Then the moon bled, your eyes turned gold, and every wolf knelt. Except her.

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.

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.

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 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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

My 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.

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.

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.

Stitches 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.

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.