Novels by Peony R. Lane

Lulu’s POV“Found you, little sister.”I stood barefoot in the mud, staring at the handsome stranger in front of me. Little sister or had I misheard him?Ivelle had no brothers in the novel. At least, none that I remembered. She was an only child.The man removed his sunglasses, and I was immediately stunned by his cold, dark eyes and their intensity. “My name is Enzo Armani,” he said. “I’m your biological brother.”I blinked still unsure of what the fuck was happening .“I’m sorry,” I said slowly. “Did you just say Armani?”He nodded.As in the Armani family? The same Armani family known for their old money dynasty. They owned half the country’s businesses and could make government officials answer their phones before the first ring?Enzo walked closer. “You were kidnapped twenty years ago when you were a baby. Our family searched for you everywhere, but whoever took you erased every trace of your existence. We finally found a lead, and it brought me here.”I stared at him.“Do you

Lulu’s POVJasver Chadwick was standing right in front of me, staring as though he had discovered his wife was an entirely different person.“You’re not Ivelle, are you?” He repeated.His arm acted as a blockade resting against the wall beside my head. His expression suggested he expected me to panic, cry, and beg him in no particular order.Unfortunately, I had more important things to worry about than a billionaire who wanted validation.“You’ve changed,” he continued. “Yesterday, you were begging me to reconsider our divorce. And today, you humiliated Liora in public and sold a necklace I gave you as though it meant nothing.”“It didn’t.” I blinked then shrugged.His eyes grew darker. “Stop playing games with me, Ivelle.”“Move.” I said.His grip on my arm tightened. “You’re going to explain yourself.”I stared at his handsome face and felt nothing but irritation. The original Ivelle would have been trembling by now but I wasn’t interested in a man who derived pleasure from emotion

Lulu’s POVThe blue screen floated in front of my face, glowing. PUNISHMENT MODE ACTIVATED.Plot Compliance: 12%.Financial Penalty: ACTIVE.I stared at it tilting my head to the left. “Explain.”A mechanical voice answered inside my head. “Host deviated from the original storyline by accepting the divorce settlement without any emotional resistance. Unauthorized plot changes have triggered the financial punishment.”“So I’m being punished for having common sense?” I frowned, my brows crinkling.“Correct.” The mechanical voice confirmed. “Earn 500 Rebellion Points by confronting main characters. Rebellion Points reaching zero will result in the immediate elimination of the host.”The color left my face as I gulped. “Elimination as in death?”“Affirmative.”The screen disappeared. I immediately checked my bank account to confirm my liquid assets were almost depleted. I had exhausted most of my money buying the abandoned resort.The worst part was that the drilling crew needed the seco

Lulu’s POVAt exactly 3am, I was one badly written sentence away from committing a crime.My laptop was overheating, my eyes burned, and three academic projects were demanding my attention. As a broke playwriting student, I had learned to survive on cheap coffee and the desperate hope that graduation would free me from financial slavery.I sighed in exhaustion, dropped everything that had to do with academic work and went on my phone to continue reading a trending billionaire romance novel I had been on for some time now.Twenty minutes later, I wanted to sue the author.The female lead, Ivelle Armani, was kneeling before her cold billionaire husband, Jasver Chadwick, begging him not to divorce her. The man had spent chapters upon chapters humiliating her while shamelessly favoring his first love, Liora. Yet somehow Ivelle was still crying about losing him.I stared at the screen in disbelief. I opened the comments section and typed furiously.If I were her, I’d take the money and run