Donna Sheldon

"So," Ethan said, a smirk twitching at the corner of his lips. "Guess we're... family now."
The way he said "family" made it sound like the last thing he wanted, and honestly, I didn't disagree. I forced a laugh, hoping it didn't sound as nervous as I felt. "Yeah. Small world, huh?"
"Do you feel that?" he asked, his voice low and a little rough. His gaze bore into mine, and I swear, for a split second, there was something... different in his eyes. Something fierce and primal.
"Feel what?" I asked, hating how breathless I sounded.
"Like... a connection."
I blinked, taken aback. I shook my head, trying to clear whatever haze had fallen over me, "Ethan, I don't know what kind of game you're playing, but-"
"It's not a game." He cut me off, his voice going even softer, almost like he was talking to himself. "It's... something else."
He leaned in, close enough that I could feel the warmth of his breath against my skin, close enough that I could hear him growl as he inhaled me. Like, he literally growled.
Then, just as I thought I had lost my mind, he whispered a word.
"Mate."
Camila has always kept her head down and kept to herself. But that was before she discovered her new stepbrother was Ethan- the infuriating, untouchable heartthrob of her school. She's used to staying out of the spotlight, but Ethan's arrival flips her world upside down. Brooding and untamed, he's as tempting as he is off-limits. There's a rumor he's more than just a pretty face, that there's something wild hidden behind those intense eyes. Something dangerous. The more Camila tries to keep her distance, the more their worlds collide in ways she can't explain. With every stolen glance and forbidden touch, she's pulled closer to a secret that's as thrilling as it is terrifying. A secret that blurs the line between human and beast, love and fate.
And once Camila learns the truth, she'll have to choose: keep her distance… or risk everything for a taste of the forbidden.

I'm going to propose.
I knew Thomas loved me. I could feel it in the way he looked at me, the way he held me like I was his whole world. And I loved him just as much. We were ready- I was ready. So why drag it out?
Heart pounding, I took one last sip of the drink I had been nursing for an hour, hoping it would give me a little more courage.
I walked up to him and, without giving myself time to overthink, I blurted it out. "I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?"
Silence. An impossibly long, heavy silence.
And then, the reply, "Well, that's… unexpected."
That voice- it wasn't Thomas' voice. It was deeper, smoother, a voice that sent a chill down my spine.
Standing there, eyebrows raised, was the CEO. The CEO. Looking every bit as shocked as I felt.
Oh. My. God.
I had just proposed… to my boss.
"Oh my God, I am so sorry," I stammered, my face probably turning ten shades of red. "I thought you were- this is so embarrassing, I-"
But he didn't look horrified. He was… smiling? And then, as if the universe hadn't humiliated me enough, he said, "Yes."
Her plan was flawless: surprise her secret boyfriend with a heartfelt proposal on Valentine's Day. Simple, romantic, perfect- until one drunken mistake turned everything upside down.
Now, she's somehow stuck in a fake engagement with her boss. As if that wasn't messy enough, she discovers her boyfriend has been sneaking around with someone else.
Her one reason to escape this charade is gone. But the longer she plays the role of his fiancee, the harder it gets to remember it's all pretend...

My fiance cheated on me with my sister, to get back at him, I seduced his hot daddy, hoping he will get used to calling me stepmother...
"Stop this madness, Joanne!"
"Madness?" I asked as I chuckled softly, "Madness!" I yelled, my voice rising in pitch as tears welled up in my eyes. "Madness is fcking my sister behind my back! Madness is thinking you have the fcking right to barge into my house and slap me in the face! That's madness!"
Rylan, my ex fiance, took a step closer, "Don't you think you're being pathetic, chasing after my father out of some childish grudge because I didn't return your feelings? Stop being so fucking petty and acting like a child," he spat, his words like daggers to my heart.
A wave of pain washed over me as I bit my lips. "I don't know what you did to convince my father, but I advise you to stop before you make a fool of yourself," he added, his voice dripping with contempt.
I walked closer to Rylan, "Get used to calling me stepmother, you fcking ashole," I spat.
"And you know what?" I held his collar and pulled him closer to me.
"You are not invited to my wedding."