Sorcha MacAlasdair, daughter of a proud Laird, with her quiet beauty and untameable nature, is like the heather that grows across the hills of her Highland home-nurturing, steadfast, and resilient. Betrothed in childhood, her marriage was forged in blood and duty, meant to bind two clans together against a common enemy. She asked for nothing and expected even less from the unwanted union-though in the quiet corners of her heart, she hoped it might become more than obligation. That, perhaps, love might grow from the bond her clan's future depended on. Calum MacRae resented the duty forced upon him. He saw Sorcha as a burden-a symbol of obligation, not choice. His heart belonged to Elspeth-a childhood friend whose charm and ambition shaped the future he believed he deserved. Though his Laird father warned him of sacred vows and the cost of defiance, Calum chose betrayal. He turned his back on Sorcha-insisting she remain a wife in name only. But war changes everything. Calum returns to a home scarred by conflict. A clan whose loyalties have wholly turned away from him. And a future far different from the one he abandoned her for. The woman he ignored-his inconvenient bride-has become the heart of the keep. Sorcha, the heather he once overlooked-wild, rooted, and impossible to break-is now the only thing standing between him and ruin.

Betrayal built walls around Della's heart. Now, a chaotic café encounter threatens to knock them down. After losing her fiancé and her best friend to each other, Della turns to complete emotional avoidance: work is her shield, solitude her safety. But a chance meeting with a few vibrant personalities pulls her into a whirlwind of genuine connection - particularly with someone whose presence unnerves her in the best possible way. Drawn into this warm, messy circle, Della faces a choice: confront whether she's ready to risk vulnerability again or continue living safely on the periphery of life. ⚠️ Content Warnings ⚠️ This story contains references to: • Past infidelity • Pregnancy loss/miscarriage • Emotional trauma and healing

I fell in love with a widower, ignoring the red flags. Until I asked him point blank if, after a year, he loved me. His answer cut deep. Unable to ignore those red flags any longer, I had no choice but to walk. Unfortunately, he wasn't taking it well.

My fiance was due back from his year-long deployment today. His job was dangerous, the area he was in even more so, which led to me keeping my heartbreaking news to myself so he wouldn't be distracted while he was overseas. Little did I know, he'd already been distracted. And she let me know it.

I'm married to a cover model/tattoo artist who swore his ex was history. She wasn't, as I was about to discover.

Iris Anderson is living every woman's dream, red carpet premieres, a hit TV show, and the face of a new luxury campaign. But behind the flashbulbs, her marriage to Ezra, the love of her life, is crumbling. When she caught him cheating, everything breaks. Except, nothing can break publicly. Tied to contracts and image deals, Iris must keep the facade alive for one more year. As she pours herself into her role with haunting brilliance, she finds herself spiralling into buried memories, the trauma she never faced, and the secret she thought she left behind six years ago. Meanwhile, Ezra, haunted by guilt and quietly losing the life he built, is determined to make things right. But redemption isn't romantic. It's messy, it's hard, and it might be too late. And as whispers of the past threaten to surface, Iris must decide if healing means forgiveness, or if letting go is the only way forward.

This story is has been taken off Wattpad and will be published on Amazon towards the 2nd week of November.It has been sent off to the editor with additional chapters for the final cuts. Blurb For twenty years, she built her life around Ronin - the man she met in university, the father of her son, the partner she thought she knew. But one winter afternoon, a chance glimpse through a café window shatters everything she's clung to. Reeling from betrayal and years of quietly diminishing herself, she walks away from the home they shared, from the son who doesn't understand, and from the woman she's become. As she tries to rebuild a life on her own terms, she must face the hardest truth: she has always been second best in Ronin's heart and maybe in her son's, too. Tender, raw, and unflinching, Second Best again is the story of a woman learning to choose herself, even if it means starting over with nothing but her own name.

Sunshine doesn't mean I don't feel the storm." June People say I light up rooms. That I'm all sunshine and softness, with a laugh that sticks and eyes that still believe in happy endings. And maybe I was that girl once. I've spent six years loving a man who made me feel safe and seen. Aaron was everything-steady, strong, my partner in building dreams. He helped me turn my dance studio into something real. He proposed with shaking hands and a tear in his eye. And I said yes with every piece of my heart. But three weeks before our wedding, he told me he needed to meet up with his high school sweetheart. I said yes. I trusted him. Then he came home and told me we had to postpone the wedding. He didn't cheat. He didn't leave. He was just... confused. And that broke me more than anything else could. So I canceled the wedding. I packed away the dress, the flowers, the future I'd memorized. And now? Now I have to figure out who I am without him. I don't know where this story ends. All I know is-I loved him with everything I had. And I won't beg to be chosen twice.

October I loved him with everything I had. From the moment I was a teenager scribbling his name in my notebooks, to the nights I waited up for him with cold dinners and colder silences. He was my first everything-my husband, the father of my children, the quiet love of my life. I built our world with devotion, patience, and hope. But love isn't always enough, especially when you're competing with someone who seems to get the version of him you used to dream of. I told myself he'd remember me. That one day he'd see me again. But the truth is, he already looked away-months ago. And I let it happen. Until my children saw it too. Until I couldn't unsee it.