Best Bias Stories & Novels Collection

My fiancé dumped me on his best friend like I was a piece of unwanted inventory.
"Her brain's broken. She doesn't remember you. You take care of her." — The most ironic line I've ever heard, right before I blacked out.
So, I, the infamous "Steel Rose" of the boxing world, decided to play along. I moved into his friend Jordan's—the billionaire's—penthouse and started acting like a scared little bun...

For nine years, I loved Jake, heir to the Steel Knights MC, like a fool—until I saw him tangled up with my own cousin in the garage… while she was carrying his child. They laughed at me, called me "just a mechanic," treated me like their loyal dog. But I'll show them—the most underestimated roses grow the sharpest thorns. From Texas to California, from a cast-out nobody to the underground racing q...

I was at my favorite artist's concert, phone up, recording the Kiss Cam segment. My boyfriend Mason said he was three hours away having dinner at his parents' house and couldn't make it, even sent me a selfie as proof.

Then the Kiss Cam found him.

On the giant screen, Mason wore the exact same gray vintage rock tee and black ripped jeans from his "family dinner photo," his arm around a blonde gi...

My best friend paid me 150k to make her playboy brother fall in love with me, then ditch him hard. Sounds perfect, right? But no one warned me about the way Jax Vanderbilt would look at me with those sincere eyes. No one told me my heart would ache this badly when I discovered the vulnerability beneath his icy exterior. Now I'm torn between his kisses and my lies... How do I choose between saving ...

I believed in our love story. Then I uncovered the truth in the company books: my husband was funneling my money to his mistress. He was paying for her spa and a child that wasn't even his. He betrayed me in our own bed, then laughed in my face, calling her his "real family." Okay. Challenge accepted. I'll show him a real lesson in loss, using the very wealth and influence he desires. Mess with a ...

At the Rossini family gala, I clutched my wine glass, listening to Patrick chat with the senator's daughter about politics and business, without even the right to join their conversation. It wasn't until I overheard him in his study late that night calling me "just a plaything from peasant stock" that I realized how ridiculous my six years of devotion had been.

After fleeing to Los Angeles, I tho...

When my five-dollar harmonica sounded at the audition, the entire Nashville Music Academy laughed at the illiterate coffee shop waitress. Until legendary producer Samuel stood up trembling and said, "You're accepted."
Now I've become the music industry's most ironic joke—a musically illiterate genius who lied about graduating from Berklee. My stepsister Colleen holds all my secrets: my mother's me...

I once thought love meant hiding in the shadows, writing scripts for him, paying off his debts, content to be his "muse in the dark." Until that rainy night, when I heard him laughing with his new lover: "That fat pig? Just practice."
Howard Buckner, king of the media empire, offered me a contract at my most desperate: six months to transform me completely, in exchange for playing his fake fiancée...

I once believed our love was a fairy tale. Three years of secret devotion, countless vows whispered in the night—all shattered in an instant at that gala. I heard him laugh and tell others, "Just a plaything, like her social-climbing mother."
That stormy night, I fled in a torn gown, only to witness my mother collapse from a heart attack after seeing the video of my humiliation. But the true devas...

The Alaskan winds cut across my face like knives, but only one thought consumed me—why hadn't Madison shown up to get me? In ten years, my sister had never failed to be there.

Until I walked in on my brother-in-law tangled up with some blonde bitch, and my world shattered. "Fallen through ice in a blizzard"? What a goddamn lie. They cut open her eight-month pregnant belly to steal her baby—while ...

"Barren. Cursed. Worthless."
Those words from my mate still echoed as he tore our bond apart in front of everyone. Four years of humiliation. Four years thinking I was broken, while he was secretly popping fertility drugs when no one was looking.
The night they cast me out, I was dying, bleeding, utterly destroyed. My own mother hurled "cursed daughter" at my face before walking away forever.
But ...

I thought marrying New York's most brilliant surgeon meant I had the perfect life. Then at his birthday party, I overheard the whispers—"Dr. Morrison could've married anyone." Thirty-two candles flickered, highlighting how I, a restaurant owner's daughter, never belonged. And that "For the future little Morrisons" onesie? It tore open a wound that never healed.
Eight months ago, I lost my daughter...