

Harper, an entertainment diva who vanished for a year to hide her mermaid identity, returns to the spotlight. Back on land, she finds her boyfriend Rhett is about to get engaged to her enemy. She pretends to be his brother Leo's contract girlfriend to stay close. But Rhett crosses every line in jealousy. He claims to hate her, but secretly never let go. When her secret is exposed and she begins to turn into foam, only then does he learn the truth that she never betrayed him and every step back was for him. Now he kneels and begs. Can he defy fate and save the only one he truly loves?

Dylan Funk, a modern young writer, woke up inside a novel as its tragic cannon-fodder side character. The original host was a timid pushover, who had been manipulated, stripped of his family fortune, and doomed to die with nothing. But this time, Dylan returned with modern knowledge and a spoiler's edge. No longer a pawn, he played to win. Facing layered conspiracies and ruthless rivals, he struck back, crushing the villains and seizing every business opportunity the 1999 era threw at him. He built an empire, protected his family, and rewrote his story.

On her senior prom night, Maeve is publicly dumped by her fiancé. In a moment of defiance, she flash-marries a mysterious delivery man, Lorenzo — unaware he is a secret billionaire. As hidden identities unravel and enemies strike, their fake marriage blossoms into true love.

Six years ago, Alyssa Moss lost her voice in a car accident and was led to believe that her husband, Caleb Wood, had cheated on her with Mandy Shaw. Crushed and betrayed, she faked her death and disappeared. Now, she returns as Anna, a renowned architect, with her son, Connor Wood. But when she unexpectedly crosses paths with Caleb and Mandy, she must hide Connor's true identity. When Connor is kidnapped, Alyssa and Caleb join forces to rescue him—only to discover that every lie and heartbreak between them had been orchestrated by Mandy all along.

Reborn as a fake heiress, her only goals are eating, sleeping, and enjoying life as the beloved darling of everyone around her.

Every April Fools’ Day, Wilson Hale and Chloe Mercer turned our anniversary into a joke. A fake proposal. A trick ring. A room full of laughter. And every year, Wilson was sure I loved him too much to leave. This year, cake cream slid down my face, my ring hit the marble floor, and he still smiled like I would forgive him by morning. He forgot one thing. I was not Vivian Gray, the lonely girl with nowhere to go. I was Vivian Vescari, daughter of the most feared mafia family on the East Coast. I had left that world because I wanted to be loved before anyone knew my name. For six years, I thought Wilson was that man. Then I learned even his first confession had been an April Fools’ bet. So I stopped being the joke. I went home.

Nancy, a small-town girl, decides to marry Steven, a homeless man she rescued by chance. She does this to avoid being forced by her foster mother to marry the town bully. Nancy doesn't realize that Steven is the president of the Williams Group and is actually engaged to the heiress of the Thompson Foundation, who went missing years ago—and who is, in fact, Nancy herself. But then Lily stole her identity. How can Nancy get back what she's owed?

Every April Fools’ Day, Wilson Hale and Chloe Mercer turned our anniversary into a joke. A fake proposal. A trick ring. A room full of laughter. And every year, Wilson was sure I loved him too much to leave. This year, cake cream slid down my face, my ring hit the marble floor, and he still smiled like I would forgive him by morning. He forgot one thing. I was not Vivian Gray, the lonely girl with nowhere to go. I was Vivian Vescari, daughter of the most feared mafia family on the East Coast. I had left that world because I wanted to be loved before anyone knew my name. For six years, I thought Wilson was that man. Then I learned even his first confession had been an April Fools’ bet. So I stopped being the joke. I went home.

I was born with a built-in fortune system. Whenever I'm happy, everyone around me makes money. To keep me in a good mood, my billionaire father takes me out on adventures every single day, showering me with limited-edition sneakers, private yacht charters, and one-of-a-kind luxury items. It all comes down to one thing: the Connolly Group's luck is tied directly to my emotional state. As long as I'm laughing hard enough to snort, the stock price climbs and the money pours in. The moment my mood tanks, the losses start. At worst, the whole thing goes bankrupt. Take last month. One of the cleaning staff accidentally tossed out half a macaron I'd left sitting on the counter, and I was mildly annoyed for about a second. The next day, the Connolly Group's West Coast division posted a hundred-million-dollar loss. Dad spent the entire night buying up ten gourmet bakeries and terminating the cleaning company's contract just to smooth things over. After that, nobody in Manhattan's upper-crust social scene dared so much as look at me sideways. That was, until Dad flew out to Los Angeles on business, and Isabella, the long-lost biological daughter who'd just been found, walked into my room. "You've been leeching off this family for years," she said, looking down at me with pure contempt. "Did you actually think draining the Connolly name dry made you the real heiress? I'm the one with Connolly blood. Now that I'm back, it's time for you to crawl out of my house." I didn't react. She picked up the black coffee sitting nearby and poured it straight onto my keyboard. I watched the screen go dark, and something hollow opened up in my chest. "Get on your knees and clean it up." I wiped the coffee off my face. The air had gone cold. The Connolly Group was about to implode, and I found myself wondering whether Dad, thousands of miles away in LA, was already reaching for his heart medication as he watched billions evaporate off the ticker.