Boy meets girl, girl falls in love, blah-blah-blah. Let me be clear with you from the beginning. This is not that kind of story. My name is Cait, and I live in the great city of New York. Okay, so maybe I've only lived here for a week and a half, sue me, but what else am I supposed to say? This strange and beautiful metropolis is my new home, or the closest thing I've probably ever had to a home, and I intend to make the most of my time here. I'm 20 years old, an ex-sophomore in college, and I'm really good at math. Obviously, I've never filled out any kind of bio before. This is my story. It's the kind of story where reality bites, love isn't always what it seems, and maybe - just maybe - everything won't suck in the end. #43 in General Fiction - 12/02/2016 #44 in Teen Fiction - 6/11/2017 _____ © Jandra Sutton. 2016. All rights reserved. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material - Followed, all content, and/or images - without express and written permission from the author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Followed is currently unpublished. For agent and publisher inquiries, please email me at jandra@jandralee.com.

Seven years ago... I was his stalker. Three years ago... I was his wife. Two years ago... I was his ex-wife. Since the day he left me, my life has never been the same. It seems like I gathered all life's misfortunes - my mother died from cancer, our family business went down and my dad could not face the shame so he killed himself leaving me to take on the responsibilities of paying his debts. I have to work hard to make ends meet. I worked as a baker, a dance instructress, and an entertainer in order to pay the debts as well as to support myself. I was trying to be okay until he came back. He manipulated everything - owned the bakeshop where I worked as a baker, paid me to give him private dance classes and made me agree to perform in private with him. Do you think that is already worse? Nah-uh! He my family's debt so I am obliged to pay him based on his terms. I am Patricia Sandoval, sold to Stuart Cordoval - I am his personal assistant, private chef, personal dance instructor, exclusive entertainer and on-call bedwarmer of my beloved ex-husband. This may sound absurd, but yes, I am sold to my ex-husband. Note: This is originally a story written in Filipino but since there have been requests for its English version, I am going to slowly upload an English translation of this story.

"I love you" He had a habit of always repeating this same phrase right after he threw his final punch and I had no other choice but to say them back. What else could be expected in a relationship with Mason Riley. You tell him what he wants to hear, and maybe next time it won't be so bad. Kaya Fischer is stuck. They say there's a distinct line between right and wrong, but what if the line has been blurred and now lies distorted beyond comprehension? What do you do when your voice of discernment has been stripped and the only one left to rely on is his? These are the questions that need answers, and Kaya won't stop until she's found them. But, the only question remaining is, what if it's already too late? Cover By: _toochocolately_ #14 General Fiction 8.31.17