ExoShaneey

Ava Summers is the perfect daughter: CEO material, straight-A student, and the only Summers twin with a functioning frontal lobe. She’s survived nineteen years of sharing air and eyebrow genes with Eva — a walking fire hazard who once tried to toast marshmallows on scented candles and nearly set the estate ablaze.

So when their parents arranged a marriage to Zeke Ford — the kingdom’s favorite golden boy and serial flirt — Ava reluctantly took one for the family. That is, until Eva pulled a fast one: she spiked Ava’s margarita, slid a shady contract under her nose, and next thing you know… Ava’s waking up married to the wrong twin.

Enter Zach Ford — the kingdom’s coldest man alive, walking gloom cloud, and accidental husband. He hasn’t cracked a smile since his mysterious fiancée, Orihime, died under suspicious circumstances. The Ford family thought Eva’s chaotic sunshine might fix him. Too bad they accidentally married him to Ava: a neurotic perfectionist who schedules emotional breakdowns like business meetings.

Now Ava has to:

Pretend she's totally in love with her emotionally constipated husband.

Survive polite society, royal gossip, and unwanted foot rub offers from Shen Wang — her rich, clingy, disturbingly hot suitor who thinks “No” is short for “Not yet.”

Figure out if Orihime is actually dead… or just hiding better than Zach hides his feelings.


It was supposed to be a PR move.

Instead, it’s a rom-com with fake love, real secrets, one stolen car, and at least two murder mysteries.

With This Ring, I Loathe You—Yes, I Do:

A chaotic enemies-to-lovers rollercoaster with tax fraud, unresolved trauma, and a love story that may or may not be court-admissible—because honestly, I am still in shambles on how to finish this novel without breaking me own phone screen or my heart. Let's see HAHAHA

With This Ring, I Loathe You—Yes, I do.

"W-What the hell are you doing?" Ava hissed, her voice wavering with the kind of disbelief that bordered on panic. Her heart thundered in her chest, breath short and shallow—not just because Zach had kissed her in front of an audience that now probably needed medical attention—but because the moment he pulled her into his room and slammed the door shut behind them, the air had changed.

Her back instinctively pressed against the door as if distance could offer her control over this unraveling chaos. Her hands fumbled behind her, searching for the knob like a prisoner trying to find an escape route. But it was too late. Zach was already turning to face her.

And when he did—when those eyes met hers—her entire body stilled.

That face. That expression. That same sharp coldness that clung to him like frost. The twin she never meant to marry. The man she now couldn't stop thinking about.

Cold Blood