The Man Who Never Was

She was his wife in every way that mattered. Except the one way that was real. Seven years. One document. Everything gone. June Cross walked away from her father's empire for a man who called her temporary from the start. Now she has nothing — except a secret, a suitcase, and one night she can't stop thinking about. She doesn't remember every detail. The bar. The bourbon. The stranger with quiet eyes and steady hands who looked at her like she was the only real thing in a room full of noise. She remembers enough. What she doesn't know — what she can't know yet — is that the stranger remembers everything. And he already knows her name. Dante Reyes doesn't do feelings. He does leverage, acquisitions, and victory — in that order. What he's offering isn't romance. It isn't rescue. It's a contract. She thinks it's temporary. He knows better. But what's coming for them both is something neither of them planned for — and not everyone is going to survive it intact. She thought the hardest thing was finding out her marriage was a lie. She had no idea what was still coming for her.

Marcus Webb didn't believe in ghosts. It was not until he woke up in Prometheus House with no memory of how he got there and met the devastatingly beautiful man who claims to be his roommate. Silas Ashford is perfect. Too perfect. He doesn't eat, doesn't sleep, and casts no reflection in mirrors. When Marcus discovers a photograph from 1924 showing Silas standing beside a man who looks exactly like him, the truth becomes impossible to deny. Silas is a ghost, bound to the facility for a hundred years, waiting for someone he can't remember. Marcus is a tech billionaire who died six months ago in a car accident, his body in a coma, his soul trapped in the between. They were lovers in a past life. Michael and Silas, 1924. They died in a fire trying to escape an abusive sanatorium. Michael survived long enough to reincarnate. Silas has been waiting ever since. Now, the facility's sinister director, a reaper who feeds on trapped souls will do anything to keep them apart. The building is collapsing, and time is running out. Marcus must choose: wake up and live, forgetting Silas forever, or stay and risk losing everything. To free Silas, Marcus will have to destroy the anchors binding him to this world, confront the creature born from their shared tragedy, and burn Prometheus House to the ground a second time. Some love stories survive death. He's not real, But he's mine, and I'll set the world on fire to keep him.

Five years ago, he promised me forever but then he disappeared without an explanation, I lost everything, my future, my reputation, and the only man I'd ever loved. Forced out of the country while carrying his child, I swore he would never discover our son's existence. Now I'm back for one reason only... and I plan to leave before he ever sees us but fate has other plans. The moment our eyes meet again, the past comes crashing back and before I can escape, my little boy runs toward us. "Mama... who is this man?" The color drains from his face as he stares at the child with his own eyes. "Tell me..." he says, his voice trembling for the first time in years. "Is he my son?" The secret I protected for five years is about to destroy us all.

He stole my name. Then he tried to steal my life. But he’ll never steal my heart will he?” When August Hale, a quiet literature student with a past he tries to forget, transfers to a prestigious university under a scholarship, all he wants is to stay invisible, graduate, and move on. But his plan falls apart the moment he discovers another student on campus using his exact full name. Same name. Same birthday. Same hometown. But this August Hale is wealthy, charming, and cruel and he already knows too much. At first, August thinks it’s a prank. A coincidence. Until he starts losing things His place in classes His reputation His identity The fake August Hale, whose real name is Sebastian Wolfe, is playing a dangerous game. And when he sets his sights on the real August, obsession begins to blur the line between identity theft and romantic fixation. August wants answers. Sebastian wants August. But as August begins to dig into Sebastian’s past, he unearths something much darker than he expected a twisted reason why Sebastian chose him and why he can’t let him go.

Wren Calloway agreed to wear her estranged half-sister's name for one night — a single gala, one borrowed dress, a fiancée's smile for a man she'd never met, so Isabella could vanish and handle a danger she wouldn't explain. Forty-eight hours, Isabella promised. Then she never came back. Now Wren is trapped in a life that was never meant to be hers, opposite Sebastian Vale, a man who noticed the lie within the first hour and chose, for reasons of his own, to let it continue. He needs a fiancée steady enough to survive his company's transition. She needs time to find her sister before whoever frightened Isabella into running finds Wren first. But the deeper Wren digs into the Vale family archives, the more she uncovers a history that was never supposed to surface — a stolen patent, a ruined partner, an empire built on a name that wasn't Vale's to claim alone. Her own name, it turns out, was never a coincidence. Between a borrowed engagement and a buried fraud, Wren must decide whether the man falling for a woman who doesn't exist deserves to know who she really is before someone else tells him first.

Struggling artist Sofia Leonie has one shot at saving her father's life: sixty thousand dollars to impersonate Isabelle Ashworth, a missing heiress whose face she shares by an unsettling coincidence no one will explain. All she has to do is play the perfect fiancée for three weeks, seal a merger disguised as a marriage between the Ashworth and Alfie empires, and disappear with the money before anyone notices the difference. The role should be simple. It isn't. From the moment she signs the contract, Sofia is buried in a stranger's life — a childhood she never lived, a dead horse she never owned, a signature she has to make her own. But the closer she gets to becoming Isabelle, the more she realizes someone played this role before her, and vanished for asking the wrong questions. Her handler, Mia Stilio, knows details about Sofia's own life she should have no way of knowing. Her own father goes quiet every time she asks about the mother she never got to know. Then there's Arlo Alfie — cold, controlling, and far too perceptive for a marriage that was supposed to be strictly business. He notices what shouldn't be noticeable. He collects secrets like other men collect watches. And the more he unravels of Sofia's performance, the more she starts to wonder if he already knows exactly who she isn't — and is choosing, for reasons of his own, to let her keep pretending. Just as the lines between performance and truth begin to blur, a woman appears out of nowhere at the engagement gala, calling Sofia by Isabelle's name — and claiming to be a sister no file ever mentioned. Sofia came here to disappear into someone else's life long enough to save her father.