Champagne Problems Novels & Stories

As one of London's premier wedding planners, I have spent my career orchestrating "perfect moments" for others, yet I never seemed to find my own. The ballroom at Claridge's was bathed in an opulent glow for my best friend Stella's wedding. The bridal bouquet sailed over the crowd. It brushed a young woman's fingertips, bounced once, and landed squarely in my arms. In an instant, half of London's high society turned toward Ryan. "Proposal! Proposal!" the crowd chanted over the rhythmic clink of champagne flutes. "Ryan, a sign like that is rare. Looks like we should prepare for the next big party!" Ryan was nudged forward by the crowd. In his charcoal Savile Row suit, he still managed to look detached, as if the noise had nothing to do with him. As I held the flowers, the lingering scent of fresh roses filled the air. For one ridiculous second, I even wondered whether I should warn him not to crease his trousers if he knelt. But he only smiled. Then, with practised ease, he took the bouquet from my arms. Without the slightest hesitation, he turned and handed it to his assistant, Emily, who was standing nearby. "She touched it first," he said, ruffling my hair with the same flawless tenderness I had endured for eight years. "Be good, Claire. Let's wait for the right time." The attention followed the flowers as they moved away. I caught the flicker of triumph in Emily's eyes and quickly looked down, tracing the intricate patterns of the carpet while forcing a perfectly poised smile. Ryan lived by schedules and efficiency, yet he never understood one simple truth: some chances, once missed, don't come with a "next time". My own wedding is next Saturday. And he has been officially struck from the guest list.

I come from an old-money family. My grandfather's will was ironclad: whoever gets an Ivy League acceptance letter unlocks 25% of a massive trust fund and a seat on the family board. Out of four siblings, I was the only one who stood a chance. Every night, my mother Victoria carefully made me a cup of "organic brain-boosting matcha." My twin sister Chloe and younger brother Mason never got that privilege. The night before the December SAT—the last chance for Regular Decision Ivy scores—Victoria handed me my green matcha as usual. The next day, my mind went completely blank during the test. I blacked out. I missed that application season. Meanwhile, Chloe—who spent her time at yacht parties and couldn't read an equation—miraculously got an offer from UPenn and sailed right onto the board. The second year, right before the test, my snobby cousin Brianna reached for my matcha. Victoria slapped her hand away and screamed: "Don't touch Ava's things!" That exam, I got severe stomach cramps and was rushed to the ER by ambulance. I had to drop out again. And Brianna—who only cared about designer bags—somehow got into Cornell and took her board seat. The whole family popped champagne in our Upper East Side penthouse. I became the laughingstock of Manhattan's elite, having missed two application seasons in a row. Why did my body crash like clockwork, right at the final, life-changing SAT? Prepping for the third time, I took no chances. For three days before the test, I ate only gluten-free detox meals controlled by a private nutritionist. But the night before the big test, Victoria smiled and brought me that familiar cup of green matcha.

Laura Miller Williams problems come all at once. Her boyfriend cheated on her, her father's company was on the verge of bankruptcy, and she risked losing the Miller Estate. Now, she was about to marry a man she only knew by name - Draco Atlas Smith, the owner of the Smith Group of Companies. It was a marriage of convenience; she and Draco would marry to save her family's assets, especially the beloved Miller Estate. And when Laura saw the man she was to marry, her heart almost stopped. Draco Atlas Smith was tall, fair-complexioned, well-built, and gorgeously handsome. The man's sex appeal was simply overflowing. His piercing stare sent chills, a trait that earned him the formidable reputation as the Cold Billionaire. Draco and Laura got married in a simple ceremony. But it wasn't until she became Mrs. Smith that she discovered the real reason he'd married her. It wasn't just about helping her; he'd used her to exact revenge on her father, who had wronged him.

It was only meant to be a one-time, one-night solution to ONE problem. Okay, that's a lie. There are two problems: #1) I'm broke. Through no fault of my own, other than I fell down a rabbit hole so deep, I'm now buried in my sister's debt—with my name, Nikki St. Claire, stamped across it. #2) I honestly need a reprieve from my overly mundane, personal life. So when I stumble upon a highly exclusive and extremely secretive auction, I'm both intrigued and potentially saved, given I've left no "box" of what I'll do unchecked on the interview questionnaire, which exponentially increases the reserve that's set on me. Only thing is… The man who buys me turns out to be Jameson Richards. A drool-worthy billionaire bachelor. Also… My boss. How we got this tangled up in each other is a story unto itself. What we do once I accept his one-night contract is a tale riddled with lust and love.

Lucian Alastair, an actor by passion and successful in both looks and talent. He had inherited his father's Italian traits by looks and brain. A tragic past made himself distant from his family and the only way to gain them back is to take up the CEO position in his father's billion dollar empire despite him not being interested. And to marry a stranger. Especially when he knows all the females are Gold Diggers....**********Adelia Wentworth had just completed her degree in Business Administration and joined her dad's firm as a trainee. She is shocked to see the firm is currently facing problems and one possible way to solve the problem is getting the contract renewed with Alastair Enterprise. Even though her parents say that everything is alright, she knows it is not the case and decided to solve the problem by dealing with the new CEO Lucian Alastair. Adelia knows that she cannot get Lucian Alastair's appointment and decides to meet him with an element of Surprise. Little she know that the surprise is on her and that too a life changing one...

"You were always mine, Lexi. Your breaths, your heartbeat, your insecurities, your problems—everything belongs to me. You belong to me," Ros mumbles against Lexi's lips. "Those luscious are mine too," he rasps out while holding Lexi's face with both his hands. "And I will make sure everybody knows it, including you," He presses his mouth on her in a demanding, possessive way. A spicy and "I'll fight for my love" type of love story. Lexi, a 22-year-old Alpha werewolf, is eagerly waiting for her one and only mate, dodging all the arranged marriage proposals by other Alpha males. She despises a marriage without understanding and love. What will happen when Lexi discovers that her mate is none other than a rogue wolf? A stranger? How will she allow him into her heart? In her quest to fight the wrong and find the truth about her parents' deaths, Lexi is forced to live with the rogue wolf, Ros Miller, an absolute stranger. Will she acknowledge him, follow her heart, or listen to her mind?

A reverse harem paranormal romance Trisha loses her job, is down on her luck, and ready for a life of ramen and peanut butter sandwiches, decides to treat herself to one final great meal and there she meets Ryan Rosewood, sizzling hot Hollywood Elite and he's got a proposal for her.One night, one party, just pretend to be his loving wife to trick some pesky relatives. In return, he'll give her enough money to set her up for at least a year.As Trisha pretends to be the perfect wife, things go south. Her secret is discovered and used against her by a hot underwear model, that wants her to be his.And when Ryan's ruse doesn't quite work, Trisha finds herself in even more trouble as she's stuck in Ryan's mansion with him and his secrets and the knowledge that if she continues to fail, her very life could be at stake.And if that's not enough of problems for her, there's the little fact that Ryan Rosewood isn't a human at all, in fact he's a vampire and nothing in his life is ordinary at all.

"This is my office. Bought with the money that I made. I made you who you are. Without me you’d be nothing more than a starving, working-class tramp scraping by on minimum wage to pay the bills. So, unless you want bad things to start happening, I suggest you apologize right f*cking now." From the outside, Vivienne's life looks like a fairytale: a nobody waitress swept into Hollywood stardom and the arms of a rich husband. But behind closed doors, it's a nightmare, and one that's about to get much worse. The only one willing to protect her now is Marcus, an ex-military, ex-mafia shifter who won't let anything hurt her. Yet problems still loom. Vivienne's stalker is still at large, her abusive husband and his family threaten her, and Marcus's position as an alpha shifter means even the other packs are against his feelings for a regular human. Can the two of them survive and find happiness together, or will these obstacles tear them apart forever?

“If I say that I am not okay. Would you help me?” Ivan's peering gaze bored deep into Skylar's eyes, as his strong arms suddenly grabbed her tiny waist and pulled her close, causing her heart to skip and her eyes to widen in alarm. His deep mellifluous voice resonated in her ears, echoed in her mind, and sent tremor signals down her legs. Maybe it was the shots of champagne she had taken, or the secret desire for him that had never fed too much in her mind that took over at that moment, Skylar had no idea. However, staring at his gorgeous face which was extremely close to hers, gleaming and staring at her with intense hunger, she knew she was fucked. ‘This man was a walking temptation!’ ************ Just with one night of passion and pleasure with her boss, Skylar found herself torn between her professionalism and the dire need to act cool and pretend like nothing happened, all while being the best employee, to her cold, arrogant boss, Ivan Hamilton. She knew it was just any ordinary night, so obsessing over details could complicate things. However, things started to entangle more than she bargained for, when Ivan kept giving her reasons to confuse and question his actions. Just how would she keep the feelings she was beginning to harbor to herself, when the relationship between them had never exceeded the employer-employee contract? How would she deal with the truth that she was no longer immune to his endless charms which got her the job in the first place. And suddenly, Skylar was dropped from her pedestal of fantasies, when reality dawned on her. Ivan Hamilton could never be the one for her. He was way out of her league. It was time to leave now.

Marrying Sebastian Romano had felt like a wish granted too perfectly to be real… until reality crushed it. For two years, Jasmine lived in a blur of champagne, penthouse lights, and a husband who looked at her like she was his entire future. In the third year, the silence arrived. The kisses turned into calendar appointments. The marriage shrank into handshakes and small talk. Then Jasmine found the truth. Sweet messages that were not for her. Hotel bookings that did not include her name. A blonde secretary who did not know shame. Jasmine walked out without looking back. She left her ring, the signed divorce papers, and her ruined heart on their ridiculous king-size bed. What she did not know was that another life had already started inside her. Five years later, Jasmine lived small on purpose. Quiet. Safe. Her child grew up without drama, without the weight of the Romano name. Jasmine promised herself it would stay that way. Until Adrian. Adrian was nothing like the men who used to own her world. Calm where they were cruel, clever without being cruel, steady in a way that felt dangerous only because she wanted to trust it. With him, Jasmine finally stopped feeling like a problem to fix and started feeling like a person to keep. When Adrian dropped to one knee at a glittering Monte Carlo...Jasmine did something she had sworn never to do again. She thought about forever. Then she saw him. Sebastian Romano. The man she had loved, left, and learned to hate in the exact same lifetime. Those cold eyes. That unreadable face. The past she thought she had buried standing three steps away from her fresh start. “Interesting,” Sebastian said. “Your fiancé… happens to be my brother.”