Freshmen Emily Jane ad: The Day My Sister Faked Amnesia, I Hid Our Marriage Certificate

Amber enters an arranged marriage with Benedict certain it's purely transactional—unaware he has secretly loved her for years and orchestrated the match. One burns for love; the other keeps it at bay. As their three-year contract expires, will they see the truth—or part with regret?

At my family’s annual charity gala, my husband, Liam, brought his mistress and their son. In front of the governor of Texas, he introduced the woman as “the family foundation’s new consultant.” Then he came to my side and murmured, his voice a low threat only I could hear, “A son, dropped right into our laps. You’ll learn to accept it.” He thought I was still that gentle, elegant Texas socialite who always knew what was best for the family. He thought I hadn’t understood the “development fund” amendment he’d had me sign three years ago. What he didn’t know was that every time he used our money to buy his mistress a house or a car, AmEx sent a purchase notification straight to my phone. More than a thousand of them. I looked at his triumphant face and calmly set down my wineglass. “Liam, can we talk in the lounge?” He didn’t know I’d been waiting three years for this moment, too. Tonight, I hadn’t come to accept anything. I had come to settle the accounts. ... Liam followed me into the lounge and shut the door behind him. The lock clicked, sealing off the glittering falsehood of the party outside. He undid the top button of his tuxedo shirt and leaned against the bar, relaxed, like a king awaiting his curtain call. “Divorce?” he repeated, as if I’d told a terrible joke. “Elena, how exactly do you plan to divorce me?” He didn’t wait for my answer. He picked up the tablet on the bar, tapped the screen, and swiped an asset list in front of my face. “Look at this.” His voice held the casual condescension of a victor. “The condo on Lake Austin, the ski chalet in Aspen, those hedge fund stakes I had my eye on. Ring a bell? They’re all under the development fund.” He swiped the screen again. Each asset gleamed like a medal, a testament to his careful scheming. “And I,” he emphasized, pointing at his chest, “am the sole managing partner of that fund.” He set down the tablet and stepped closer, leaning down to ......

During a job interview, poor girl Hailey stumbles into CEO Lexi's private playroom and is mistaken for a product tester. To fund her sister's surgery, she signs an SM contract with Lexi—and under Lexi's training, becomes a lingerie designer as the two fall for each other. Lexi tears up the contract.

My best friend kissed me at my sister's wedding, and my ex—now the groom—turned pale. This was my revenge script! I should be thrilled! But this wasn't the innocent peck we rehearsed—it was some French kiss, his t0ngue passionately tangling with mine! When he finally let me go, heavy breath on my nose, hot hands lingering too long on my bare back, I saw what burned in his eyes—something far beyond friendship, beyond our pretense! "So this is your secret to seducing all those women? Great acting!" I joked, trying our usual banter while hiding my racing heart. Right in this awkward moment, my parents appeared, asking about "our plans." Perfect timing! But his hand suddenly covered my mouth, gentle yet firm, showing that polite fake smile I knew so well. "The wedding venue is already booked," he said calmly. Pretty thorough planning, this guy. "She can choose any dress she likes. I'm paying," he continued. That...actually sounds nice. Wait, what am I thinking? "After marriage, we plan to have 3 children." WHAT?!!! That was NOT in my life plan! When I finally got to confront him alone, but only be backed against the wall by his chest, "We're friends! This is too—" "Mmmmm—" he kissed me again! But now there's no audience, no reason to perform. "F/ck friendship, I want to claim you. Not just once—I'll commit the sin of greed again and again until you're carrying my child." God, my body took that as seduction—and accepted.