The Dealer and His Roomie ❦ An enemy to lovers romance. For six months, they're stuck together: a reckless dealer and the girl who never stops talking. He wants her gone. She's not leaving. . . . I scoff. "Wow. You must be a hit at parties." "I am, actually." He tilts his head slightly, studying me. "You, though? I'm guessing you talk so much they don't even need music." . . . Warning- Suggestive Content Drama, Crime, Romance Not a single dull chapter, I swear ;) Ratings- #1 in Roommates (13.04.2025) #1 in Sweet (11.05.2025) #1 in Arrogant (13.05.2025)

◉𝐖𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧 𝐓𝐨 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐁𝐲 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠◉ 𝙒𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙖 𝙨𝙪𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙣𝙚?? 𝙏𝙬𝙤 𝙤𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙨 𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙘𝙞𝙧𝙘𝙪𝙢𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨. 𝙒𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧?? ⋇⋆✦⋆⋇⋆✦⋆⋇⋆✦⋆⋇⋆✦⋆⋇⋆✦⋆⋇⋆✦⋆⋇⋆✦⋆⋇⋆✦⋆⋇⋆✦⋆⋇⋆✦⋆⋇ #1 in emotional #7 in heartbreak #1 in arrogant #3 in broken #1 in loveagain #1 in indianmarriage #1 in oppositesattract #1 in arrangedmarriage #1 in shyboy

Sabrina Reed is Nathan Alden's wife, but not by his choice... EXCERPT****** "I found her like this, sir," the guard announced. Sabrina stirred at the voice, blinking groggily and rubbing her eyes to chase away the blur clouding her vision. A towering figure stepped into focus. "What are you doing out here, Sabrina?" Nathan's voice was sharp, cutting through the fog of sleep. His jaw was tight, words pressed between clenched teeth. She blinked again, brushing hair from her face as she sat up. "What are you doing out here?" he repeated-louder this time, more demanding. He stood before her in a jet-black suit and white button-up shirt, sleeves rolled just enough to expose forearms clenched across his chest. His eyebrows were drawn tight, his eyes narrowed. "I came back late last night and... the guard was gone, so... I just fell asleep," she said softly, eyes lowering under the weight of his glare. He dismissed the guard with a silent nod, then stepped closer. "Where were you last night?" he asked, voice taut with suspicion. She yawned, trying to blink herself fully awake. "I've been volunteering at the animal shelter." "Get up," he ordered, tone clipped and harsh. "You expect me to believe that? Don't animal shelters close at a decent time?" She remained seated, her legs too stiff to move. "Yes, but-" "Get up!" he barked.