Romance Books for Women
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He takes my breath away 2
Darius shocked the world when he walked away from Hollywood and asked Stacia to marry him in book one. Now their back in He takes my breath away two with all new hurdle’s and surprises. Stacia saw the press conference and with the help of her sister Tigra she realizes she needs Darius in her life. That she does love him and want a future with him. She decides to finally come back home only she doesn’t make it that far. Can an accident and memory loss be the end of these two? It seems like they have come so far only to be pushed back. They have gone through hell just to finally realize just how much they needed each other. What they have is a once in a lifetime kind of epic love story. They say true love conquers all but can these two get past everything and finally have the happily ever after we all want them to?/0/84199/coverorgin.jpg?v=bcb8f80318419e4130f202940743c092&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Dog Stays: And So Does My Revenge
For seven years, I was the perfect political wife, seamlessly orchestrating every gala, every public appearance. I stood behind my Congressman husband, Ethan Scott, a silent, smiling prop in our opulent D.C. townhouse. Then, at our annual fundraising event, he tapped a glass for silence, his arm draped possessively around his pregnant mistress, Sabrina. "Jocelyn and I have agreed to a divorce," he announced, his eyes cold, dismissive, while the room gasped. He expected me to nod, to accept the humiliating settlement, to stay on as a "household consultant" for her. But I refused, declaring I was leaving that night. He laughed, assuming I was dependent on him, that I' d be crawling back. Then Sabrina' s cruel sneer cut through the air: "The dog stays." Buddy, my golden retriever, my last connection to the child I lost, was yanked from my side. Sabrina feigned a bite, screamed, and Ethan, without hesitation, ordered Buddy to be put down. My world shattered. This wasn' t just about Buddy; it ripped open an old wound. Sabrina had given my premature son, Leo, a deadly teddy bear in his NICU crib. Ethan had blamed me for his death, choosing her over our grief. Now, he was literally sentencing my last piece of family to death for her. My tears were gone, replaced by a cold, hard resolve. I was trapped, sick, and nearly burned alive in my room, thanks to Sabrina' s arson, but a hidden message from Andrew, my childhood sweetheart, illuminated a path forward. It was time to fight./0/84848/coverorgin.jpg?v=a86591212a0c696fa23248a8e30fedad&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Victim to Victor
The downtown coffee shop was just another Tuesday, another latte, until a voice from five years ago sliced through the mundane. Jessica, holding a ridiculously expensive handbag, scanned me with eyes full of judgment, then dropped a bombshell: Ethan, my ex, still mentioned me. He'd soared to success, made millions, yet, according to her, he never forgot "the girl who just disappeared," the one who supposedly "accused him of not understanding her." The twisted narrative continued, painting him as the heartbroken victim, me as the obsessed, unfaithful one who used him as a "substitute" for a ghost. My hand clenched on my purse, the old lies churning my stomach, the memory of public shame and private agony flickering back. But the old pain dissolved into pure clarity as I looked her straight in the eye: "I'm married, Jessica. And my son is turning four next month."/0/88417/coverorgin.jpg?v=26104264a228d586ac1276ef8f54e836&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Secret Wife, Her Public Shame
Tomorrow was our fifth anniversary, and I wanted to surprise my husband, Cleve, with a special ring. But at the jewelry store, my marriage certificate was rejected. The system said it was invalid. Confused, I went to city hall, only to be told my marriage to Cleve Drake was dissolved a year ago. And worse, he had remarried the day after the divorce was finalized, to Ivanna Mccarty, the shy orphan girl our family charity had sponsored. My world shattered. I found Cleve in his office, kissing Ivanna, who was dressed and styled exactly like me. I overheard them. Ivanna, feigning vulnerability, asked what if I found out. Cleve chuckled, saying I was becoming too independent, forgetting my place. He then gave Ivanna the exact "Five-Year Vow" ring I had tried to buy. The next day, Cleve acted as if nothing happened, even giving me an identical ring. But the lies were poison. I learned Ivanna had undergone plastic surgery to look like me, a chilling strategy to replace me. Then, the ultimate betrayal. My brother, battling a chronic illness, died from a sudden allergic reaction. An anonymous message revealed Ivanna had switched his medication. At his funeral, Ivanna deliberately shattered the urn containing his ashes, whispering, "He's with the dirt now. Just like you will be soon." I was framed for malpractice, my career destroyed, and beaten in jail on Cleve's orders. I overheard Ivanna confessing to Cleve that the car accident that fractured my wrist was planned, and that Cleve himself suggested pushing me into the table corner. They wanted me destroyed. But I wouldn't be their victim. I would disappear./0/92635/coverorgin.jpg?v=0cf15adccfa4032ce6c6e710585dd8b6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Unmasked Heiress's Revenge
I stepped into my bar to start my shift. The manager hurried over to report. "Miss, your boyfriend Mr. Fowler booked the most luxurious private room." Shock hit me hard. Lucas was broke. How could he afford such an expensive room? I told the manager to keep watching and pulled up the room's surveillance feed. "Man, I heard you lost a bet and had to date a poor girl. Is it fun?" "Don't even start. She costs me five hundred bucks a month. Just a greedy gold-digger!" Lucas Fowler's face twisted with disgust. He turned and kissed the two women draped over his arms, his expression softening. "These are the kind of girls I like. I bought designer watches. One for each of you." I let out a bitter laugh. Calling me poor and a gold-digger? This bar was my own business! When my identity came out, I stood over a kneeling Lucas, grabbed a thick stack of cash, and slapped it across his face. "Swallow every last bill."/0/80306/coverorgin.jpg?v=c9bb18378ec6bc67d0ea25c8d96f231e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
BITTER HEART HIDDEN DESIRES
Ariana a young, smart, and beautiful woman who has already achieved great success by the time she's 20. She's proud of the money she makes and believes she's a boss on her own. Hailey is in a loving relationship with her boyfriend, Chris and enjoys a life of luxury of independence. However, her life takes an unexpected turn when she decides to surprise Chris by visiting him at home without informing him. Getting there she met kidwell, a colleague from work who is just as arrogant and proud as she is. The two immediately clash and can't stand each other. Ariana thinks kidwell is too proud of herself, while kidwell thinks Ariana is too full of herself also. They both hate each other to the extent they must not cross path.... They were like cats and rats in the company. But then something happens..... You must be wondering what happened huh?? Get ready for a twist that will leave you hooked! Three in one/0/86795/coverorgin.jpg?v=32afd5eb0e4fe6f95e7fe6aa5b30c211&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Mistake, Her Liberation
My husband, Michael Miller, was cheating on me. I knew it like a storm on the horizon; the air between us had grown cold and quiet for months. Tonight, on my birthday, I found him at a rooftop bar with his ex-girlfriend, Brittany Blake, a social media influencer he' d long desired. They looked like a perfect couple, and his words, "Sarah? Oh, she's probably at home. You know how she is. A little boring. A little...needy," cut through me like a knife. Public humiliation felt like a physical blow. Hours later, in agonizing pain from a miscarriage, Michael, smelling of Brittany' s perfume, abandoned me in a pouring rain to rush to her side. He believed her fake emergency, leaving me, his bleeding, pregnant wife, alone on a dark street, just blocks from the hospital. His casual cruelty was staggering. "You didn't fall. You were pushed. And you deserved it. You tried to attack Brittany." When I finally uttered the words "I'm pregnant," he sneered, "You're lying. You're making it up to manipulate me." The pure, unadulterated selfishness of it was staggering. Then, at the hospital, as I mourned our lost child, he asked me to make soup for Brittany. I understood everything. He saw me as disposable, a placeholder. It was then, looking at the beating heart I had saved, that I declared, "I want a divorce."/0/23203/coverorgin.jpg?v=3e117d9a107448f826dd962bef2813ef&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Toxic Marriage
"You won't expect love from me and will please me whenever, wherever I want." *** Passionate bonds linger in their relation which are ignorant to both of them. The strings that pulled them close to each other whenever they tried to isolate themselves from it. They were different, he knows she was his since the moment she was born but she didn't. Even knowing that he began to hate love and turn their bond, which can be the eternal source of gratification into a dusty tomb. Because someone, who isn't meant for him, cheated on him. What will happen when Christian Elvis, a person with a golden heart taint black marries Sophie Skye, a normal girl just to fulfill his lust and a promise he made to someone dear to him and turn their marriage which can become salvation for them into nothing but a mere show of ravish feelings?/0/93284/coverorgin.jpg?v=08ea10c6aa0e78a3d577a54d75aa7d5d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Married To A Five-Year Deception
My husband, Jackson, was holding hands with a dead woman. For five years, I believed my adoptive sister, Scarlett, had died in a fiery car crash. My perfect, blissful marriage was built on her ashes. But tonight, at a charity gala, I saw her hidden in the shadows with him. She was alive, and beside them stood a little boy with my husband’s dark, curly hair. I overheard everything. My family had faked her death, destroyed evidence to save her from prison, and set her up in a beautiful new life. My marriage wasn't love. It was a five-year "penance," a sacrifice Jackson made to keep me from asking questions while he, my parents, and my "dead" sister lived as a secret family. My phone buzzed. A text from her, taunting me. “You should come see all the beautiful things my family has given me.” When Jackson found me moments later, his face a mask of fake concern, the urge to scream was a physical force inside me. But I swallowed it down. I looked into the eyes of the man who had demolished my world, forced a smile, and pulled him into an embrace that felt colder than the grave Scarlett was supposed to be in./0/45590/coverorgin.jpg?v=05e0297ce7ffd6019f4c9b08eb3053de&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Stay Away From Me
Alice traveled to her best friend Viola's house to prepare for her college entrance exam. However, Viola was not at home, and Alice found herself waiting with Viola's brother, Sam, who had long harbored feelings for her. Sam offered Alice a drink, secretly adding some substances to it to incapacitate her. Regrettably, Alice fell asleep, and Sam engaged in non-consensual sexual ( Rape) activity with her. Following this traumatic experience, Alice has struggled emotionally, making it challenging for her to trust men. She has even faced moments of despair, attempting suicide multiple times due to the aftermath of the incident. She deeply regrets her visit to Viola's house, especially since she had previously chosen to remain abstinent but was violated by Sam. The question remains: Can Alice ever open herself up to love again? She has turned down numerous suitors and developed a significant mistrust of the male gender./1/103342/coverorgin.jpg?v=9b1e9945039276a1bb6dbb35495cad92&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Christmas Downfall: Don, You Shouldn't Harass A Mafia Princess
Anna Brown, the formidable mafia princess of the Brown clan, once shared a passionate bond with Daniel White-the "Silver Fox" of New York's underworld-whose Christmas vow of eternal love had her believing in a future together. But when Daniel's tattoo artist lover Lola brands Anna with a humiliating slur and claims to carry his child, Anna's devotion curdles into ruthless revenge. She strips Daniel of his power, freezes his assets, and exposes Lola's greed, only to watch Daniel spiral into the clutches of the vicious gangster Grizzly. As Christmas memories of roasted sweet potatoes and rose-lined proposals fade, Anna confronts the bitter truth: some love, like a cold sweet potato, can never be warmed again./0/95231/coverorgin.jpg?v=f5c28b417da16a78b44591f94274a734&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Wrong Number: My Sweetest Goodbye
My eight-year marriage ended over a photo of my husband, Drake, with his young associate, Kandace. He called her his #WorkWife. That same night, he accidentally scalded my arm with boiling soup. Instead of taking me to the hospital, he left me stranded on the side of the road to comfort Kandace over a headache. His cruelty brought back a buried memory: the night his negligence caused me to miscarry our child, a loss he twisted to blame entirely on me. The final blow came when I saw it-a matching tattoo on Kandace' s wrist, the same one Drake had over his heart. This wasn't just an affair; I was being replaced. He begged, cried, and even carved the tattoo from his own chest in a bloody display of desperation. He swore he loved me and couldn't live without me. So when the hospital called to say he was in a critical car accident, fighting for his life, I listened calmly. "I'm sorry," I said, my voice perfectly clear. "You have the wrong number."/0/85822/coverorgin.jpg?v=45cb87c30cc4972b78da912bed0db2d1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Scarf That Broke Us
"Let' s get a divorce, Victoria." It was our fifth wedding anniversary, and for the ninety-ninth time, I heard those flat, bored words from my wife, Victoria, as she dismissed me for real estate analytics on her tablet. But then, she lowered the tablet, her beautiful, cold face mocking me: "Besides, I can' t leave you right now. I' ve been poisoned." She claimed a "love charm" from Thailand made her obsessed with her assistant, Ryan, who was the only one who could "cure" her. She then presented me with an absurdly expensive watch for our anniversary, a symbol of "loyalty," before calmly asking me to move out so Ryan could move in for his "treatment." Then, I saw it: my late mother' s cherished cashmere scarf, a symbol of my last tender memory, wrapped smugly around Ryan' s neck. It was the final cut, twisting the knife in a wound I thought was numb. "No," I said, the word startling even myself. I walked into a gleaming skyscraper, ready to resign, only to be told Victoria' s signature was required. She made me kneel in a crowded, high-end restaurant, forcing me to publicly declare I wasn' t good enough for her, just to sign my resignation. I did it. I walked out feeling nothing but a grim sense of victory, clutching the signed paper. Then, the world shattered when news reports surfaced, not from my new life, but of her erratic behavior, even assaulting someone who spoke ill of me. My phone rang, "Northwood Police Department." Victoria had filed a missing person' s report. She had found me. "She' s on her way to your office now, sir," the officer said, "We' re sending a car over as a precaution, just to keep the peace." My new life, so carefully built, was crumbling before my eyes because Victoria couldn' t stand to lose control. What would I do?/0/55973/coverorgin.jpg?v=fee5c2ef738ac45bf8a0ab9f72d4ccd0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Enchantment of My Son's Father
Kara never imagined that the purity she had guarded so carefully would vanish in a single night. Her life changed drastically in an instant. She was ostracized, alienated, and even treated no better than an animal. Kara was deeply devastated, but she continued to persevere for the sake of her child. After several years had passed, she was reunited with a man who had inflicted profound suffering upon her. He came back and further ensnared her life. Would Kara be able to endure once again? What if the man tries to take her child away in the future? Would Kara be willing to let go of her child to the man who had shattered her life?/0/86147/coverorgin.jpg?v=67a8518d46e5f2141043082a132a7ddc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Betrayal, Her Liberation
Our marriage was a battlefield, and the whole city had front-row seats. For five years, Chloe Davis and Mark Stone were New York City' s most famous train wreck, a story of pure animosity that sold magazines and fueled gossip columns. They said we hated each other. They were right. I had married Mark on my twenty-second birthday, a calculated decision, fueled by a decade-long desire for revenge. He was my older brother Liam' s biggest rival, a man who represented everything my family stood against. But he had Ethan' s eyes. That was enough for me back then. On our wedding night, instead of consummating our marriage, I set the penthouse on fire. That set the tone for the next five years. I paraded college students to charity auctions, smashed priceless vases, and weaponized his own humiliating betrayal against him in front of his board. Each calculated move, each public spectacle, was designed for one purpose: to push Mark Stone to his breaking point, to make him the one to initiate our divorce and set me free. And it worked. He finally served me the papers, citing his new love, Bella, as the reason. But then, the carefully constructed walls between us crumbled into something raw and ugly. In the heat of our final, desperate clash, he gasped out a name. "Bella." A sharp, searing pain shot through me, and my first instinct was to hurt him back. I bit down hard on his shoulder, tasting blood. He recoiled, his eyes wide with shock, then narrowed with fury. He left, leaving me crumpled on the floor, the pain in my abdomen intensifying. My vision blurred. "Mark," I choked out, "Something's wrong." He walked out, closing the door behind him, leaving me alone on the cold floor, convinced it was just another trick. In the sterile white of the hospital room, the truth was delivered with clinical detachment: severe internal bruising and a hairline fracture on my lower rib. These were not self-inflicted wounds; they were the physical toll of five years of "intimacy." But the real blow came, not from him, but from Bella. She orchestrated a fall in the stairwell, falsely accusing me of pushing her. Mark, blinded by her cunning, believed every word, unleashing a torrent of my past sins against me, shattering any remaining dignity. "You're just like you always do," he spat, his grip like a vise on my hair. "You set fire to our apartment. You trashed a charity event. You think I'd believe a single word that comes out of your mouth?" His face, once so familiar, was now a stranger's-blinded by a pretty face and a well-told lie. He saw Ethan's face in her, the same way I once saw it in him. The realization was so absurd it was almost funny. I had built my own cage. And now, I was trapped, exiled to a desolate seaside villa, no phone, no internet, no contact with the outside world. A punishment. A banishment. But Mark had no idea that his prison was actually my path to liberation. He thought he was breaking me. He had no idea I was just getting started./0/44942/coverorgin.jpg?v=4a8a94cbaaae364396e240c0f8c7b8f4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
WHEN I SEE YOU
"But why won't you kiss me back, wait don't tell me I didn't meet the standard of the girls you kiss and make out with" "Brianna your hand is bleeding come let's stop it and cover up that wound" there is no way am having this conversation with her. "I don't want to cover wounds, I want you to answer my question?" "Brianna please drop it you are playing with fire"/0/51431/coverorgin.jpg?v=e8bb5a010613b9aed9df8e9e25957197&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Accidental Affair with the CEO
Cheated by husband, betrayed by friend and rejected by family. It all came down to her inability to conceive within three years of marriage. She was tagged a barren woman and they made it appeared like a plaque, she has no place to hide her face. Her husband got divorced on the account that he wants to be with someone else, who will bear him a seed, someone who will show the fruit of his hardwork and masculinity and the only woman he choose was the closest person to his wife. Elena was broken, shattered and wounded. But she made a decision, she would move on, she will not accept the fate imposed on her as a barren woman. And humanity cannot decide her fate! This is the story of Elena Scott and the happy life after…/0/23204/coverorgin.jpg?v=ce0681ec25ef519595b0e70a3ea2b468&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Betide to Love You
“You don't even know what limits I have crossed just to get you, Candice.” *** None of this was supposed to happen. They both were so different. Candice Whale, a woman of strong facades. Tyler Moretti, a ruthless mafia leader. They were never a match. But, when he desires her, nothing could stop him from possessing her. What methods he might use are better left unanswered but he is going to write her fate with his own hands. When Tyler and Candice get bounded with each other eternally in an unfortunate event, she is left with no choice but to accept him wholeheartedly- being ignorant of what he does and how much menace resides in him. But, the question left is whether the unexpected bond forged with love was just fate or the devil has planned this all along?/0/29693/coverorgin.jpg?v=7c95bc8c375c2560cb05dc95e0445962&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Turner's chance
Aanu lives life as it comes. It doesn't come very subtly though but she's come to terms with it. However, there is chaos when the core of her existence is shaken by the reveal of the truth about her paternity. Forcefully, to protect herself, her education and the people she loves, she then enters an arranged marriage in a land far from hers, with the hopes to get out unscathed. Caleb Turner doesn't live life like a typical English man anymore. He practices a religion that is foreign to his family and society and as such, life presents itself to him in varying sorts. He is quite at peace with his chore of a life. That though, is until his father set him up for a contract marriage to earn a massive construction deal and hide the woes he perpetuated in the past. For Caleb, he was just going to get it done with, like every other deal, coming out with success like his endless business conquests. But life doesn't always agree with our plans. And it sure did not agree with Aanu or Caleb. Here is a story that tells the tale of two very different people, distinct in race and creed, falling in love. What ensues between the two in this money-convent will dazzle as they fight family, friends, stereotypes, their pasts and even themselves through their own peculiarities to obtain the the essence of life; love./0/84525/coverorgin.jpg?v=f0386340e5f5b52c0b0c1719b3f75087&imageMogr2/format/webp)
