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A Bed Too Empty A Boss Too Close
The Ghost Wife's Billion Dollar Tech Comeback
Today is October 14th, my birthday. I returned to New York after months away, dragging my suitcase through the biting wind, but the VIP pickup zone where my husband’s Maybach usually idled was empty. When I finally let myself into our Upper East Side penthouse, I didn’t find a cake or a "welcome home" banner. Instead, I found my husband, Caden, kneeling on the floor, helping our five-year-old daughter wrap a massive gift for my half-sister, Adalynn. Caden didn’t even look up when I walked in; he was too busy laughing with the girl who had already stolen my father’s legacy and was now moving in on my family. "Auntie Addie is a million times better than Mommy," my daughter Elara chirped, clutching a plush toy Caden had once forbidden me from buying for her. "Mommy is mean," she whispered loudly, while Caden just smirked, calling me a "drill sergeant" before whisking her off to Adalynn’s party without a second glance. Later that night, I saw a video Adalynn posted online where my husband and child laughed while mocking my "sensitive" nature, treating me like an inconvenient ghost in my own home. I had spent five years researching nutrition for Elara’s health and managing every detail of Caden’s empire, only to be discarded the moment I wasn't in the room. How could the man who set his safe combination to my birthday completely forget I even existed? The realization didn't break me; it turned me into ice. I didn't scream or beg for an explanation. I simply walked into the study, pulled out the divorce papers I’d drafted months ago, and took a black marker to the terms. I crossed out the alimony, the mansion, and even the custody clause—if they wanted a life without me, I would give them exactly what they asked for. I left my four-carat diamond ring on the console table and walked out into the rain with nothing but a heavily encrypted hard drive. The submissive Mrs. Holloway was gone, and "Ghost," the most lethal architect in the tech world, was finally back online to take back everything they thought I’d forgotten.
A Bed Too Empty, A Boss Too Close
In their first year of marriage, Melinda's husband never shared her bed, and the loneliness became a craving. She understood why after catching him kissing her sister-she was just a stand-in. When that restless craving finally sharpened into an ailment, she went to the hospital and met a docto
Too Close To Fake
When 21-year-old Aria Cole agrees to impersonate the daughter of a billionaire at an elite Swiss boarding school, she tells herself it's just for nine months. Just until her mother can get the life-saving treatment the hospital refuses to start without payment. Just until the check clears. Just unti
Too Close to Be Yours
Everyone has scars, pasts, and painful realities that they are fighting for deep down within themselves. But sometimes pain is never enough and there come moments when you just can't stand the universe. After six years of constant failure, consistent trying, and disappointment, Claire was hopeless
A Mirror Too Honest
Sophia Hayes has perfected the art of control. In the high-pressure world of The Metropolitan, she's the youngest senior journalist ever hired-an achievement built on ruthless discipline, flawless execution, and a reputation that makes even seasoned reporters double-check their facts before spe
Too Late For His Empty Regret
My husband Ethan was my childhood hero, the perfect man who promised me forever. After our son was born, he seemed like the perfect father, too. Then an anonymous message popped up on my phone: Ethan Blake is cheating. I have proof. But the man I found wasn't just a cheater. He was a monster who m
A Love Too Loud to Hide
One secret. One scandal. One love that refused to stay hidden. Lina's rise was unstoppable-until the wrong love was exposed. In a world ruled by power, envy, and silent rules, her heart becomes her greatest weakness and her greatest weapon. Betrayal strikes from those she trusted most. Rumors sp
Too Late, Sarah: A Husband's Vow
The last thing Ethan Walker remembered was the bitter taste of pills. His life, once defined by Coast Guard rescues, had been systematically dismantled by his ambitious wife, Sarah, and her manipulative half-brother, Liam. They'd dismissed his debilitating leg injury, isolated him, and even sent t
Too Late, Mr. Hayes: She's a Queen
I'd moved on. A decade ago, Ethan Hayes shattered my heart, ditching me for another woman after secretly giving me birth control disguised as vitamins, then publicly shaming me. Now, I was Queen Sarah of Valoria, attending a glamorous D.C. embassy ball with my loving husband, King Alaric, and our
Too Late, Mr. Billionaire
My life as Sarah Miller, an architect flourishing in New York, felt divinely blessed after marrying the charismatic Michael Thompson. But this dream quickly twisted into a grotesque nightmare when Michael’s twin brother, David, tragically died, prompting his formidable mother to demand he father an
Too Late, My Queen
Ethan Miller, a gritty musician, found himself trapped in a gilded cage, bound to the ruthless music mogul Victoria Vanderbilt. His sister Maya' s life depended on Tori' s whims and VME' s endless resources. He endured years as Tori' s star, her lover, her prized possession, sacrificing his soul f
Too Late To Realize
Weeby knew that Marcell was an annoying boy. His daily job was to annoy her. Unfortunately, Marcell was in the same class as Weeby, and that boy also doubles as a peer. However, when Resti arrived. A sorting student from another class, Weeby was annoyed by one fact that she knew from Resti. There i
Remembered Too Late
My husband, Roger Harvey, was a renowned top-tier lawyer in the industry, but he could never remember anything outside of his cases. He never remembered my birthday or our wedding anniversary. Every night he stood at the bedroom door and asked politely yet distantly, "Is this the one?" He c
I'M YOURS TOO
The love story of Kim and Miran continues... Returning to California, Kim tries to forget Miran but it isn't easy as she thought and her desire for him grows, how long will she be able to avoid him? I'M YOURS TOO, is the continuation of PARTLY, which is book one, please read for better understand
Dancing with a close stranger
Isabel has to do several jobs, just so she can pay her school fees. She soon work for a famous musician who turns out to be a vampire who pays her a huge sum of money to act as his girlfriend in public.
Five Years Too Late
It all started with, eighteen years old Jasmine Reinle finding out she was pregnant for her secret boyfriend, just a few days to her high school graduation. She intended to hide the pregnancy news from her parents, but unfortunately, her parents already somehow found out about it before she got hom
Too Late To Know
Just an ordinary story about a boy who secretly loves a girl who is too hard to reach, too vague to reach, and too difficult to embrace. He was too persistent to give up on getting her heart. But is he still that way when his only hope fades away?
Too Late To Confess
Can we like someone we just met? Lucy feels that way, she's just met a cute guy on the rooftop of the mall, and she instantly likes him. What should Lucy do? Should she confess to him that she has a crush on him? But, what if he stays away because of her confession?
Too Late, Husband
Emma gave her heart, her vows, and finally her body to Caleb-believing love would grow, even if it wasn't there in the beginning. But Caleb Morgan never looked at her with affection. He only saw her as a means to an end: a womb to carry the child who could save his mistress son. Pregnant and emoti
Too Late, Richard
For eight long years, I was trapped in Richard Blackwood’s mansion, an agreement to care for his son, Ethan, after my sister Eleanor’s death, but I called it a cage. Just as my contract neared its end, Ethan accused me publicly at a glittering gala, screaming that I was trying to replace his mother.
Too Late, Mr. Vanderbilt
For three years, my high-society marriage to Ethan Vanderbilt was a gilded cage, filled with a silence louder than any sound. I had loved him for seven years, a fervent adoration that secretly curdled into despair, despite being married to a man who barely acknowledged my existence. Then, hidden i
