Romance

The office has already decided she is sleeping with Mr. Holt. The most they have touched is an award handshake he apologized for on the spot. Kieran Holt keeps promoting her for one reason: he can hear her thoughts, and every day she uses them to take him apart. A workplace romance about a polished boss and the employee who will not be polite, even in her own head.

My nemesis had "lost his memory" in a car accident. He saw me. His brow creased. The blank look was measured to the inch. "Who... are you?" I turned to go. A voice blew open in my head. *Baby, don't go. I'm begging you. I'll drop the act. The System won't let me.* He said, "You should go. I don't need you looking after me." In his head: *Bullshit. The tomato braised beef my baby makes. I've wanted it for thirteen years.* He said, "I don't remember you." *I actually got that out of my mouth?! Junior year she wrote some other guy a love letter and I took it. She chased me down three hallways with a broom. And I said I don't remember?!* I didn't change my face. I placed the call right in front of him. "Mr. Adler? That date you mentioned. I'm in." He shot upright. His pupils blew. *?!?!* Out loud: "...Who did you call?" I smiled. "You're the one with no memory. What, jealous?"

Asher Quinn and she have been official nemeses since they were eighteen, and a perfect match on everyone else's paperwork. She wakes up under a fallen sign, ready to pretend she does not know him and bill him for the trouble. He does not blink. He says they have been engaged for three years and offers his mouth as proof. She wanted compensation. He wants the marriage.

Five years ago I dumped the Xiao heir and ran with his kid. Five years later, he blocked the kindergarten gate in a Rolls-Royce, dropped to one knee in front of hundreds of parents, and wiped the scrape on my knee. The whole internet called it devotion. Said he was winning his wife back. Only I knew the truth—he came to take our son.

Sunday morning she opens her eyes in Sebastian Shen's body, still caught on the evidence of a private game he never meant her to see. They have spent years trying to ruin each other in public. One swap gives her his height, his company, and proof that her nemesis has wanted her far longer than he has admitted. A body-swap romance with the fight still running.

I was going to call off the marriage. Then we swapped bodies. I woke up in my nemesis’s six-two, and found him on my carpet in my shirt, posting Married. Off the market. on my phone. A few days later that same man crawled into my lap, red-eyed, and asked me to rub his stomach.

For three years she pulled her chief of staff into bed and called it convenience. Lines of comments only she can see tell a different story: he was swapped at birth, the DNA test is coming, and the woman in his arms has been cast as the villain. A hidden-identity romance where the secretary is the heir, and the heiress is about to lose the only role she was given.

Everyone in the capital thinks Lin Zhao can drop three fighters with one punch. Under the binding and the lowered voice is the daughter who kept a title the family would have lost. On the court floor her nemesis is Shen Yan, heir to the duke. A hidden-identity romance about armor that cannot come off, and the one opponent most likely to notice.

She landed the most wanted boy on campus with a confession the length of a text, then blocked him before the rumor could settle. He still keeps another girl's necklace. Between the ex who shows up with photos and the boy who will not explain himself, a short campus romance turns into a public reckoning.