

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?

"I was eight months pregnant and bleeding out after being assaulted by my husband's friend—all while he was busy making out with his first love. When I woke up in the hospital, my baby was gone. Meanwhile, he had been out partying all night. I wrapped the lifeless little body, boxed it up, and mailed it straight to him. The second Jason opened that package, he completely broke."

Mermaid Princess Marina hides her identity for love, only to be betrayed by the human mage she devoted herself to. As she begins turning to foam, a prince saves her with a vow. Now crowned Queen of the Sea, Marina returns to unleash the ocean’s judgment.
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Brilliant little Tammy Walton lives with her mom, Cheryl Davis, who gets treated like dirt by her husband for not being pretty enough. Dennis Walton is too busy spoiling his sister-in-law, Theresa, and her daughter, Angela, to care about his actual family. When Cheryl dies, Tammy crashes Dennis' wedding in funeral clothes and ends up dying in the fight.Plot twist - she wakes up a year earlier with Cheryl still alive! This time, Tammy uses her smarts to save her mother's life, help her get beautiful again, and convince her to divorce the scummy Dennis. Cheryl finally dumps him and becomes the country's first female billionaire.

After my older sister Rachelle came home from dialysis, the atmosphere at home was suffocating. She curled up on the couch, thin as a rail. She was nagging me hard and telling me not to tire myself out too much at work. Dad was by the door smoking. To get money to treat Rachelle’s condition, he had sold our old house and land. Dirty and muddied, my fiance, who had always viewed Rachelle as a sister of his own, brought home his week’s salary. They all lamented how unfair life was to already poor and suffering people who had to suffer even more. I looked at myself in the mirror with my bleeding nose and flushed away the report with my acute leukemia diagnosis. During dinner, Dad suddenly said, “Ryleigh, Rachelle needs a kidney. You’re healthy and young. You might be a match.” I looked at Rachelle’s pleading eyes and coldly put my cutlery down. “I won’t do it. I’ll be a cripple with one less kidney. How am I supposed to find someone to marry then?” Dad slapped me hard, even as my fiance called me ungrateful. I slammed the door shut as I left. I looked for the nearest room to the hospital to rent so that I could wait it out until I died. The room I found was only five blocks away from the organ donation center.