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A month before the SATs, I, Jenny Reid, could see my score. Literally. It was just floating right above my head. But there was a catch. Every time I cracked open a prep book, my score would drop by ten points. But if I skipped a day of school? It jumped right back up by ten. So, I played the system. For a whole month, I barely lifted a finger. And on the day of the test, the number glowing over my head was a solid 1560. When the scores finally dropped online… I'd scored a 500. And the 1560? That was my little sister Patricia's score. My parents lost it. As punishment, they got me a grueling night-shift job at a local electronics factory. That first night, a bunch of guys I'd never seen before cornered me in the parking lot and beat me half to death. Fading in and out of consciousness, I heard my sister's voice right by my ear. "You just had to one-up me, didn't you? Thought you were so smart… but you never figured out I was the one controlling that number over your head." The truth hit me like a physical blow. The score had been her trick all along. I opened my eyes—and I was back. One month before the SATs. The number above my head read exactly 1300. "Hey," my sister said, all fake sweetness. "Want to study together tonight? We can go over the practice tests." I looked at the stack of papers in my own hands. Without a word, I pulled out my lighter and set them on fire right there in the driveway. "Exams are coming," I said, watching the flames. "I'm not studying." My score ticked up to 1310. My sister's face was this perfect mask of disappointment, but the second I turned away, I caught the sly smile she couldn't quite hide. She had no idea… the real performance, the one I'd been rehearsing just for her, was finally about to begin.

Two months before the public ceremony Marco had sworn would finally recognise me as his wife, he announced his engagement online, to no one in particular, but everyone assumed it was to me. And so they congratulated me. After seven years at his side, after I had stabilised the Fontana family, crushed three internal revolts, and secured enough elders' votes to make him the next Don, everyone, including myself, took it for granted that I would be the woman standing beside him. Until I paused outside a private room and heard his friends laughing. "Marco, your Donna selection list is insane. Twelve women, one ring, and you grade them every month?" A whistle. "Right now it's down to Elena and that little nightclub girl you keep in the penthouse, isn't it?" "What if you don't marry Elena after all this?" another man asked. "She gave you seven years. She might lose her mind." Marco's lazy laugh cut through the smoke. "Whoever performs best becomes my wife. Fair rule." The room erupted. "Come on, you're obviously favouring your mistress. Elena can't win if you keep giving that girl perfect scores." His voice turned playful, almost amused. "I gave Elena the chance. If she still loses, she can only blame herself." I stood frozen, the blood draining from my heart. After a long silence, I pulled out my phone and called my father. "Dad, I agree to come home." "I'll accept the marriage alliance arranged by the Commission."

Okay, so this one's for everyone whose imagination has a mind of its own. You know exactly who you are. For the readers who love stories that linger long after the last page. The ones who chase tension, chemistry, forbidden attraction, and characters who blur the line between right and wrong. And for those who insist they're "just here for the plot"... I'll let you keep telling yourself that. Consider this your judgment-free corner—a collection of stories filled with temptation, longing, obsession, and unforgettable connections. Some stories will make you smile. Some will leave your heart racing. Others may have you questioning every decision your favorite characters make. Whatever you're looking for, there's a story waiting for you. Enjoy... and don't say I didn't warn you. ✦ Content Advisory This collection explores mature themes and may include coercive situations, violence, emotional manipulation, degradation, multiple-partner dynamics, and other dark relationship elements. Reader discretion is advised.

When American engineer Evan Hart arrives in Rome, he expects worn stones, ancient architecture, and a chance to quietly rethink his failing marriage. He doesn’t expect Livia Moretti—the enigmatic archivist whose fragile intensity pulls him into a slow-burning, dangerous affair he never meant to start. Livia is brilliant, secretive, and a little broken… and Evan can’t stay away. But when he finally tells his wife Leah he wants a separation, she collapses, claiming she’s been diagnosed with a devastating neurological disease. Overnight, Evan’s guilt becomes a trap. Then Livia disappears without a trace. Anonymous photographs of him and Livia arrive in the mail. A stranger begins watching his apartment. And Leah—sweet, steady Leah—starts behaving in ways he can’t explain. When Evan finds hidden documents and photographs connecting the two women in his life, he follows a clue to a remote coastal village, where he learns Livia once lived under a different name… and may have been running from something far darker than heartbreak. As Evan digs deeper, he uncovers the edge of a conspiracy built on identity, memory, and manipulation—one determined to keep its secrets buried. Someone is pulling strings. Someone is rewriting the truth. And someone wants Evan to stop asking questions. Caught between a wife he no longer understands and a lover who may not be who she claimed to be, Evan is forced to confront the one question he never thought to ask: If the women in his life are wearing borrowed identities… then who has been shaping his? In a story of seduction, deception, and emotional obsession, All the Names She Wore explores the dangerous terrain between love and control—and what happens when the truth becomes the most terrifying lie of all.

I woke up inside a novel, and not even as an important character. I became a pretty background extra in a smut novel. My brother, however, was the only normal person in the entire story. His character setting was the one man the soft, delicate heroine could never win over. He was the cold, unattainable Prince Charming she could never conquer. When the heroine cried and confessed her love, he was studying. When she offered him her whole heart and body, he was busy starting a company. When she spiraled into scandals and nightlife, he was already a billionaire, calm and untouchable. I thought he would live a quiet, ascetic life forever. Until one night, I walked in on him at midnight… holding a piece of clothing I recognized all too well, murmuring a name over and over, a name so familiar that my scalp tingled.

We love reading novels, fall in love with the characters, sometimes envy the main girl for getting the perfect male lead... but what happens when you get inside your own novel and get to meet your perfect main lead and bonus...get treated like the female lead?! As the clock struck 12, Arielle Taylor is pulled inside her own novel. This cinderella is over the moon as her Prince Charming showers her with his attention but what would happen when she finds herself falling for her fairy godmother instead? Please read my interview with Goodnovel at: https://tinyurl.com/y5zb3tug Cover pic: pixabay