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Piper gave up her dream and served as waitress to raise her sister's abandoned baby. She bumped into her prince EX, Nicholas, in the crazy Luna choosing game. Nicholas: How could you hide my little girl?! Piper: EXM? She's not yours! Nicholas: You had a child with someone else right after we broke up?!

Elara: Sold at birth, is a servant to Alpha Draven. Elara was claimed and bitten by Alpha Draven at a young age and had her wolf removed from her. With no wolf and no power, she is stuck under his power and control. When an announcement comes out about Alpha Prime Darius looking for his Luna, Elara sneaks an entry in for herself. While hiding the fact that she is always claimed and bitten. Expecting to never hear of it again, she is shocked when the Alpha Prime Soldiers arrive to collect her. While Alpha Draven wishes to refuse and keep her, he's powerless and has to follow the order and let her leave. When Elara arrives at the castle, she finds herself standing among other potential Lunas and quickly realises that this competition was never intended to find Alpha Prime's true mate but the best candidate to be Luna. Without a wolf, she is sure she will be gone within the first round. However, she becomes shocked when she isn't sent home, but her being there is nothing more than publicity. Things become more tangled when Alpha Prime Draven chooses a Luna, and on the same day, Elara's wolf is returned to her.

Ever since I was a kid, I could see the bank balance floating above people's heads. After I took a summer job at an electronics factory, this ability helped me dodge plenty of workplace scams and shady coworkers. But everything changed on a Friday afternoon when Hailey Marin, the factory beauty, slammed her phone down in front of me. "I thought my online date was a rich heir with sports cars," she complained, rolling her eyes. "Turns out, he's just a broke guy tightening screws in the next workshop. He keeps begging to meet up, and it's driving me crazy. Go meet him and pretend you're me." I looked at where she pointed. A young man in a faded uniform was squatting by the gate, trying to fix a peeling scooter. Nearby workers were openly mocking him. Hailey wrinkled her nose. "Letting a guy like that carry my purse in public would be an embarrassment." I didn't hear a word she said. My full attention was on the numbers hovering above his head. Tens. Hundreds. Thousands. Tens of thousands... Hundreds of millions. I nearly choked on my boba. It was a staggering eight-figure balance. And the numbers were still ticking upward in real-time. I grabbed Hailey's arm. "Quick. Tell me every detail you two talked about online." She froze. "Are you crazy? You really want to meet that broke loser?" I nodded, looking at the hidden billionaire outside. "Yep."

As soon as I get off the surgical table after my miscarriage, my husband, Presley Quinn, sends me a text message. "You were ten cents short when you paid your share of the power bill this month. Transfer the money to me immediately." I can only sit on the cold bench in the hospital on my own. The anesthesia has yet to wear out, but my belly is already hurting so much that I can practically feel it constricting on itself. The next thing I know, a new post appears on my social media homepage. It's a post made by Vivienne Ashford, the intern Presley is in charge of tutoring. In the photo, Vivienne can be seen holding a bouquet of flowers folded from money bills. A bright and radiant smile blooms on her face. The four-leaf clover necklace adorning her neck is the same necklace I've seen in Presley's purchase history two days ago. The caption of the photo writes, "I don't want a lot of money. I want a ton of love instead." Only then do I remember that today is Valentine's Day as well as my fifth-year anniversary with Presley. Over the past five years, Presley and I have been splitting every single bill, down to two decimal places. If I take a shower for more than 20 minutes, Presley demands that I pay extra for the water heater's power bill. When I cook myself some supper in the middle of the night, Presley wants me to split the gas bill generated by the stove. Even when my mom is hospitalized due to kidney failure and is waiting for her surgical bills to be settled, Presley refuses to lend me a single cent. Instead, he sends me a few links leading to web loans. As I stare at the social media feed, I chuckle all of a sudden. It turns out that Presley does know how to spend money. It's just that he doesn't have the heart to spend it on me. I smile once again as I leave a like on the post. Then, I transfer the ten cents to Presley. From now on, I don't owe him any single penny.

Book 2: Loving The Billionaire Series Six years ago, Emma Roberts left Jeremy Hart because he stole their game and announced it to the whole world as his. She vows to have nothing to do with him. She built her own gaming company from the ground up, but in order to clock a life-changing investment deal, she needs one thing she never expected, Jeremy Hart, as her pretend boyfriend. Fake dating is all the rage, right? Nothing can go wrong. Emma swears she's over him. Jeremy swears he's just trying to make amends. But when it starts to feel real, Emma knows she can't fall for his charms again, especially when she can't tell if he's playing to win her heart back or if he's just playing to win. Can they stand together when the past refuses to stay buried? Do they have a place in the heart to heal one another? Because in this game of love, lies, secrets and danger....someone's bound to lose. Book 1: A Deal With The Billionaire. Book 3: Taming The Billionaire.

I was the ultimate pick-me girl at the office, and somehow, I ended up inside a horror game before New Year's Eve. Seeing the bloody lady crawling in the dark elevator, I screamed out loud. "Oh my gosh! Where did you get that lipstick? It's perfect! It makes your skin look three shades lighter!" The bloody lady blinked at me in confusion as I helped her up. She even recommended the exact lipstick shade. Then I turned around and came face-to-face with the chainsaw-psycho general manager with multiple personalities, swinging his weapon around. I tied a little bow on his chainsaw. "Everyone else only cares if your chainsaw is sharp. I'm the only one who cares if you're tired from swinging it all day." The monsters in the room looked at each other, all thinking the same thing… Why did this feel weirdly wholesome?