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.

Rachel was living happily after she got married to Chris along with their 5 years old son. But, when Chris's ex-lover comes back to their life he demands divorce and custody of their child. In the end, she leaves them as their wish. Soon, Chris starts to regret his decision.

Qui n'a jamais rêvé de pouvoir appercevoir les coulisses des plus grands films d'Hollywood? Qui n'a jamais rêvé d'appercevoir l'envers du décors? Que se passe t-il lorsque Alexis Collins et Chase Whitton, les deux stars fascinantes d'Hollywood, se rencontrent dans un film alors leur seule envie est de se taper dessus H24? Ils ne s'aiment pas mais devront apprendre à s'aimer pourtant. Entre fous rire, passion, joie, et ...tension vous serrez servis ! « Non mais sérieusement Whitton ? Un Fast Food ? Il n'y avait rien de mieux ? Commençai-je en fronçant les sourcils. -Je ne pense pas que notre relation valle plus que le prix d'un hamburger, alors tu m'excuses, mais je trouvais que ce fast food correspondait exactement à un endroit de rêve pour nous. Et puis, je ne t'invite pas dans n'importe quel fast food ! Ce n'est pas un Mc Donald non plus, c'est Burger King. » #14 roman d'ado le 14/01/16 #10 le 06/02/16 #2 le 07/02/16