Scott Rush

“Emily,” Olivia Carter said, covering her bruised cheek with a mocking smile, “but the son of that family… he’s in a vegetative state. Been like that for three years. You really want to marry him?” Emily’s expression didn’t change. She simply smiled faintly. “I’ll marry him,” she said firmly. Her voice was calm, resolute, unshaken. Marrying a normal man might have been intimidating. But a vegetative man? Didn’t that mean she was practically not married at all? What could a man in a coma do to her? “Emily, think carefully. If you agree, I’ll contact the family and arrange a meeting tomorrow,” Victoria said, cautious now. “Fine,” Emily nodded. “Once the marriage certificate is ready, I’ll personally come to collect the money. Emily Carter never imagined that a single marriage contract could change her life overnight. Forced to wed a comatose billionaire to save her mother, she steps into a world of unimaginable wealth, ruthless family politics, and secrets that could destroy her. But when Kellan Scott suddenly wakes from his coma—and asks for a divorce—Emily’s carefully balanced life shatters.

I exercised too hard during the day and, by midnight, a sharp pain tore through my stomach. When I checked my pants, there was blood. I called my friend immediately and had him rush me to the hospital. The moment I finished explaining my symptoms, the doctor did not even pause to think before saying, "This is a potential miscarriage. We need to start treatment right away." My eyes went wide. I opened my mouth to protest, but she steamrolled right over me. Her gaze dripped with contempt. "I see dozens of patients every day. I know exactly what you women are like. Probably had abortion after abortion in school with zero self-respect. Now that you're getting older, you want to trap some nice guy into cleaning up your mess." I had never met such an unprofessional doctor in my life. Anger flared in my chest, and I threatened to report her on the spot. She barely blinked. "Touched a nerve, huh? I'm just trying to help you out here. Doctors have it so hard these days. Tell someone the truth and complaints are all you get." The whispers started around me. People staring, judging, pointing. I had truly had enough. Had it occurred to literally anyone that I might just be a guy with long hair?

It was a one sided marriage for all he could remember. But what happens when he discovers that he actually has feelings for her? Lucius Davis and Daisy Diego have been a married couple for 2 years and counting. Even though Daisy was aware of the fact that Lucius didn't totally love her back, she still tried her luck to get his full attention and love. "Congratulations, Daisy. You're 1 month pregnant". Hearing these magic words in her ears caused her to rush to her husband's company, hoping to inform him of the good news. She entered Lucius's office only to discover his ex in the office with him. Daisy discovered the hard way that she was just a replacement for his ex-girlfriend who once rejected him, but was now back. Lucius handed a divorce paper that minute to Daisy. His pairs of crimson eyes were staring coldly at Daisy, expecting her to sign the paper. "I…. I hate you, Lucius!". Daisy trembled, and with a shaky voice she said. She threw the divorce paper at Lucius's face and dashed out of his office. As soon as she came out, the tears that gathered in her dark blue eyes finally fell on her cheeks. It was evening time when Lucius returned to the mansion, but no signs of Daisy since she already packed her belongings and left.

After five miscarriages, I seek out a doctor to ask why I can't carry my babies to term. However, I overhear his conversation with my husband when I'm at the door. "The abortion medication you've prescribed is quite effective—she's already had five miscarriages. When can you do a hysterectomy? I can't let Adrianna have my child. "Oh, and give me something to keep a mother and baby safe. Monica is pregnant with my child; I have to make sure she gives birth to a healthy baby." The doctor says, "Adrianna's health has deteriorated over the years, though. It's highly likely she'll never have children." Reynold Scott scoffs indifferently. "So what? It's precisely because I don't want her to have children that I've been making her miscarry! Look, let's end this here. I need to accompany Monica on a shopping spree for the baby." I feel cold all over when I hear this. It turns out the love I've been defending is nothing but a joke.

Wendy McNaulty never expected her twenties to look like this—sharing a quirky Boston townhouse with her two best friends, juggling a job she doesn’t love, and navigating a love life that’s as messy as the city’s winter slush. With Grady, her charming and overly confident roommate, and Scott, the quiet and steady best friend who knows her better than anyone, Wendy’s life is a whirlwind of late-night pizza runs, laughter, and unspoken tension. When a disastrous breakup pushes her to “figure herself out,” Wendy vows to swear off romance and focus on herself—only to find love and scandal showing up where she least expects it. As lines blur between friendship and something deeper, Wendy is forced to confront her own heart. Torn between the thrill of the new and the comfort of what’s always been, she begins to unravel feelings she’s kept buried for years. But just when she thinks she has it all figured out, an unexpected twist threatens to change everything. In the midst of secrets, mistakes, and the kind of vulnerability she’s always avoided, Wendy learns that true love doesn’t always come in the form you expect—it’s often been standing right beside you all along.

My mother-in-law lives alone. One day, her house suddenly catches on fire. It's a life-threatening situation. I call my firefighter husband several times before he answers impatiently. "I don't care why you're calling—can't it wait? I'm fixing Sophie's pipes!" I tell him about his mother being trapped in a fire, but he merely sneers. "How dare you curse my mother just to make me go home? You're insane!" He hangs up without another word. I'm left helpless. All I can do is wait for his colleagues to arrive, but they only come half an hour later. Their expressions shift to horror when they see the blazing fire. "Didn't Captain Scott say his wife was lying?" My mother-in-law dies due to the delay. My husband even misses the funeral because of his first love. I give up on him and ask for a divorce. However, he rips the divorce agreement to shreds and shatters the urn that contains his mother's ashes. "Drop the act—I would definitely go through with the divorce if not for my mother!" I laugh. He doesn't even know his mother is already dead.

After I got a second chance at life, I stopped bringing lunch to my wife, who had become the factory manager. She would leave for meetings through the south gate, so I would sneak around through the north. In my previous life, I knew she only married me with an ulterior motive, but I still fell for her. I thought I could warm her heart over time. However, Shirley Scott was always just polite to me, nothing more. When I tried to get close, she would hand me a book and say, "Read more so people won't look down on you." Once, with a bit of liquid courage, I hugged her. Yet, she just stood there, stiff as a board, and said, "It's what married folks do." Years later, as I was dying, I read her memoir and learned about how she felt trapped in our marriage, like being stuck in the mud. She hoped she would never have to be with me again in another life. That hurt more than anything. However, then, I woke up and discovered that I was back to when there were whispers about her and the factory's technician. This time, I did not make a scene. I just asked for a divorce.

“You aren’t my real husband so you can’t tell me what to do.” “Does this feel fake to you?” Without warning, he grabbed both sides of my face and smashed his lips down onto mine in a heated kiss. Not only stealing my breath away but flipping my entire world on its axis. *** Dove has been through more than the average person and has just taken another blow with her mother’s health when she meets the attractive Miles Scott—a billionaire who is looking for a fake wife to get his grandfather off his back. Miles proposes a deal that Dove can’t resist—if she marries him, he will help pay for the surgeries her mother needs, and they can divorce after a year. Dove thought marrying Miles would be smooth sailing, but it’s anything but when the ghost from her past comes back to haunt her in the form of her ex-boyfriend and the events that scarred her that she tried to keep buried become unearthed. As Dove’s world spins on its axis, will she be able to come out the other side unscathed? And will her ‘fake marriage’ not be so fake after all? My Shotgun Marriage with the Billionaire CEO is created by A. B. Elwin, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

My husband, Alex Carter, is a top AI engineer. He one day gets drugged by a new intern at his company, and one night of chaos follows. He calls me the next morning, his voice hoarse from a hangover and filled with unfamiliar panic. "Em, I messed up. But don't worry. I gave her enough money to disappear from this city." After ten years together, I believe it is just a momentary lapse in judgment. Six months later, Alex's company suffers the worst cyber attack in its history, with core data hanging by a thread. I rush back from a fragrance exhibition in Astral, only to witness a scene at the data center entrance that sends me into shock. Alex stands outside the tightly sealed door, his face showing a weariness and guilt I have never seen before. The doctor says that the intern, Brooke Anderson, is three months pregnant and has spent 72 hours with him in the high-radiation server room. Now, she shows signs of miscarriage. Later, Brooke gives birth to twins, a boy and a girl. The entire Carter family is ecstatic. I remove the wedding ring that has accompanied me for ten years, my fingertips turning ice cold. I dial the number saved with only one letter "S" and say, "Mr. Sullivan, I accept the collaboration you proposed last time." A low, soft laugh comes from the other end of the line. "Ms. Emma Shaw, that's a wise decision."

I am in such a rush to pick up my daughter, Ava Pennington, from school that I don't have time to change out of my work attire. At the kindergarten gates, I run into the mother of one of her classmates, Candice Austin. She sizes me up from head to toe and says, "You must be Ava Pennington's mom." I politely nod. Just as I am about to say hello, her expression suddenly sours. "It's no wonder your daughter dresses so skimpily at school. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree, does it?" I am so mad that I nearly forgot to respond. "What nonsense are you talking about?" Candice clicks her tongue and grows even more aggressive. "Nonsense? Your daughter wears skirts to school every day. She's distracting my son so much that his grades have slipped." Her words leave me utterly speechless. How is her son's failing grades somehow Ava's fault? When I don't respond, she gets bolder. "Look at you dressed from head to toe in cheap junk; how can you afford to send your daughter to this elite kindergarten? You must have pulled some shady strings to sneak her in through the back door, didn't you?" Has she lost her mind? Since when does Ava need strings to attend the school I built?