Dear Dr. Warwick

Known for taking every instruction literally, a student labeled as 'stupid' shocks his peers by winning a prestigious direct-admission spot at a top university. However, the school bully, Lucas Hale, destroys his application and accuses him of trading favors for success after seeing him with a wealthy woman. To address these public allegations of corruption, the protagonist calls his older sister, Claire, to confront Lucas and expose the truth behind his family's influence and his own academic achievements.

Living atop the capital's most luxurious skyscraper, Dana Hill has reached her breaking point. For the sixty-third time, her husband’s sister stands on the edge of the 99th floor, threatening to jump. The repetitive cycle of manipulation has left Dana drained, and even the police have grown indifferent, urging her to handle the crisis alone. As the weight of her neglected life becomes unbearable, Dana begins to wonder if jumping is the only way to find true peace.

In the billionaire romance Extra Marital, a viral concert clip shows James Felton and his assistant sharing a kiss cam moment while his son cheers them on. When his wife posts the video with a sarcastic comment, James labels her behavior as petty jealousy, insisting the act was staged to fool an ex. Surrounded by mocking friends betting on her eventual apology, she decides to stop following their script. This modern novel explores her defiance against a dismissive husband.

Iverson played the role of a rebellious, useless loser to survive in his mother's new wealthy family. He deliberately tanked his grades and hid his genius so his perfect stepbrother wouldn't feel threatened. But when a violent gang extorted Brenda, the only woman who actually acted like a real mother to him, Iverson dropped the act. He brutally dismantled four armed thugs with a broken aluminum pole to save her life. At the police station, he faked being a terrified victim to avoid jail. But when his biological mother arrived, she didn't even ask if he was hurt. Instead, she glared at him with pure disgust. "How much more humiliation are you going to put me through?" She threw a tutoring folder at his chest, praising his stepbrother's Ivy League prospects while threatening to cut off Iverson's trust fund for fighting over slum trash. Iverson clenched his fists in silence. He had deliberately played the idiot and ruined his own reputation just to keep her safe in that toxic mansion. Yet, she looked at him like he was absolute garbage. She truly believed he was just a brainless thug holding her back. Back in his room, Iverson locked the heavy oak door and booted up his highly encrypted laptop. The screen loaded into the world's most elite underground academic network. "Welcome back, Rank 1." He stared at the glowing screen with a cold, dangerous smile. He was done playing the fool.

Billionaires Collerction... In this collection of high-stakes passion, the elite meet their match. Whether it's an unexpected fire that ignites in a boardroom or a slow-burn obsession that begins in the shadows, these men are about to discover that the heart follows no contract. Those who enter their orbit find themselves caught in a whirlwind of luxury and leverage, where every touch is a negotiation and every kiss is a risk.

I was the eldest daughter of the powerful Kirk family, sent away to a Swiss sanatorium to recover from my supposed mental illness. But my stepmother, Johnie, never intended for me to get better. She sent her personal cleaners to drag me onto a plane back to Washington D.C. In my past life, I didn't know they were assassins. I was forcefully injected with heavy sedatives and locked in a secret torture chamber inside our luxury estate. My stepmother and cousin skimmed my inheritance while watching me suffer. They framed me as a crazy addict, and my own father, a sitting Senator, turned a blind eye to protect his political career. "Her political value is gone, just get rid of her quietly." That was the last thing I heard my father say before I was brutally slaughtered by my own family. Until my last breath, I couldn't understand why they hated me so much. Why did my father let them force those pills down my throat? Why was my life worth less than my stepmother's public image? Opening my eyes again, the freezing sensation of lake water filling my lungs vanished. I was back in the VIP room of the St. Moritz Sanatorium in 2023. It was the exact morning before the cleaners walked through my door with uncapped syringes. This time, I wouldn't just survive. I was going to cut the throat of the Kirk family.