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After being drugged, Isabella wakes up in strange bed with a man—Dominic Russo, a wealthy and notorious billionaire. Shocked and ashamed, she discovers she’s been betrayed by her step-sisters, and the fact that she slept with a man who’s already engaged to be married to someone made her feel ashamed even more. Returning home, she faces her family’s harsh judgement. Feeling unloved and unwelcome, Isabella decides to leave her family behind. With no clear plan and a broken heart, she steps into an uncertain future, determined to rebuild her own life and find her own path to happiness. But it seems the world is playing tricks on her, because a few days after tirelessly looking for a job, she finally landed on one, but coincidentally it is being the assistant to the man who she least expected to ever see again. Dominic. With fate playing its games, and Dominic’s persistence of not letting her go, will she ever break free from his world, or will she be forced to play her role as the other woman in his life? 

"Don't you love me anymore?" "I don't have time for this." .-.-.-.-.-. There are some words a woman will never be prepared for, and Kaitlyn discovers just how true that is. Engaged to her childhood sweetheart, Kaitlyn had it all. A cushy job, a beautiful home, and the love of her life. So life should have been sweet... shouldn't it? Kaitlyn is going to discover that you can only lie to yourself for so long. When Randy chooses to house a roommate, Jackson may be just what she needs to unlock the secrets in her 'happy' home. Bold, flirtatious, and handsome. He's nothing like her future husband. But which one does she need? Dive into a tale of love, betrayal, secrets, and growth. After all, when life changes, so do you.

Max Walker, a charming but untidy chef, is the last person Grace Chen, an uptight editorial assistant, anticipates when she finds herself in dire need of a roommate. He is spontaneous, gregarious, and utterly unorganized everything she is not. Despite their apparent inability to live together, their desperate financial situation compels them to attempt. What begins as a personality conflict gradually changes into something neither party anticipated. Grace and Max learn that sometimes the one who makes you feel at home is the one who drives you crazy as their walls fall down. But when their new connection is threatened by past relationships and job chances, they have to choose between their planned life and their newfound love.

During the two months that I was away for a competition, my neighbors insulted me in the neighborhood’s common group chat. [The girl living on the ninth floor, you look like a decent girl. Why are you bringing so many men back home every day?] [Can you moan a little softer? I don’t care if you’re a sex worker, but if you keep making loud noises until midnight, don’t blame me for calling the police!] [Don’t call the police yet. I haven’t had my turn. How much are you charging, Charlene?] My heart sank. Before I left for my competition, I had asked my boyfriend, Jacob Smith, to take care of my luxury river-view apartment. That way, he could keep an eye on my expensive paintings. What was happening? I rushed home in confusion, but when I opened the door, I was further dumbfounded. My 3,000-square-foot apartment had been partitioned into 30 rooms. Meanwhile, Jacob’s childhood friend, Prissy Black, was holding a string of keys as she collected rent money. When they saw me, everyone started laughing. “What? Are you here to rent from Prissy after learning that she’s providing cheap rooms in such a pristine location? “Too bad everyone knows that you’re eyeing her boyfriend. You won’t be able to benefit from doing such a thing!” I was extremely furious as I approached Jacob to talk about it. However, he told me that it was Prissy’s dream to be a landlady. He asked me not to pay it any mind and to treat it as doing a good deed. “You’re rich anyway. Don’t be so calculative. Everyone’s happy now, so what’s wrong with that?” The keys tinkled in Prissy’s hand as if they were taunting me. “This house doesn’t welcome stray animals like you. You have yourself to blame for not having such a nice boyfriend.” The two of them acted all lovey-dovey in front of me, and I immediately called the police. “Someone’s trespassing on my property, and my painting that’s worth 15 million dollars has gone missing. What type of punishment would this entail?”

"Who the hell are you?" "What the hell are you doing in my apartment?" A story between two neighbors and an incident that slowly draws them together *Disclaimer* this story has strong language and violence

“Three hundred dollars for rent just went through. Thanks, Claire.” A text popped up on Claire’s phone from a contact saved as “Mark.” I grabbed the phone before she could react and froze. “Rent?” I asked. “You’ve been telling me every month that money was from your side job.” Her face went stiff. She reached for the phone, trying to take it back. “He was my sister Emily’s husband,” Claire said quickly. “After Emily died, he was left with two kids. I was only trying to help.” My hand brushed against the anniversary gift in my pocket, and something inside me went cold. “Which apartment is he paying rent for?” Her lips parted, but it took her a long time to answer. When she finally did, she gave me the name of a neighborhood. My ears rang. It was the downtown apartment my parents had left me. A spacious unit that could rent for ten thousand a month at market rate. And she had leased it to her widowed brother-in-law for the absurdly low price of three hundred dollars.