Romance Books for Women
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Da Silva's Bride
She sucked in a breath..."I'd say it's very good for my first time on a horse"She said and looked over her shoulder. Their eyes met and sealed for a long moment.She was so close that all he had to do was move his head forward and kiss that tempting mouth of hers but he didn't. He was trying to figure out what was so intriguing about her, especially her eyes. Dio!(God) He didn't like this one bit. "Stop looking at me like that"Xavier warned, coldly. Amanda and Alisha are identical twins. Alisha is betrothed to Xavier Da Silva. A powerful Italian. She's upset by his ruthlessness and vows to deal with him by running away. This cause their money hungry mother...Isobel to make Amanda become Xavier's bride until Alisha is found. It started as a harmless little ruse....but would it end up being so much more? #Two sisters. #One man #Italian Romance./0/82844/coverorgin.jpg?v=011d85355988305a50aa4f94d9d3dc22&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Husband Who Died Twice
I was still reeling from another explosive fight with my musician husband, Jay. His dreams felt endless, ours forgotten. "Another gig, Jay? What about us? The bills?" Those cutting words, our last real conversation, echoed after he slammed the door. The next morning, a call from the Highway Patrol shattered my world: Jay was dead. A fiery car crash. Gone. The grief was a suffocating blanket, crushing me under the weight of guilt for our final argument. Months blurred into a silent apartment, his side of the bed cold, his guitar frozen in time, as I dissolved into a shadow. Then, six months later, at a small music festival, I heard it – one of Jay' s unfinished songs. My heart pounded as I pushed through the crowd, only to see him on stage, alive, disguised with dark hair and a beard, but unmistakably my Jay. Beside him, visibly pregnant, was Chloe, his late friend Mark' s widow. He hadn't died; he' d faked his own death, abandoned me, for her. "Let her believe I'm gone. It's better this way," he' d whispered. How could this unspeakable betrayal be real? From that moment, the suffocating grief transformed into a cold, hard fury. He let me mourn a lie, watched me fall apart. It was time for the truth to be revealed, and for him to face every consequence./0/18392/coverorgin.jpg?v=8a1f5cbe96613a0c860e8167f051c0b8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Sweet Victim
Ava White is a book nerd, a comic book geek - and the daughter to one of Los Angeles most wealthy business men, Anthony White. This often makes her and her family a target to those wanting to get their hands on their wealth. Not all thieves are after money and riches; many want revenge. Lucien Bradford feels he is owed something from his former partner, and when he is finally released from jail, he believes Ava is the key to getting that revenge. After hiring bounty hunters to track and kidnap her from the streets, his plan is set in motion. But Ashton Bradford is not your average kidnapper. And Ava is not your average hostage. || All Rights Reserved © Alice Marie 2018/0/63133/coverorgin.jpg?v=83eb4bbb05c760ed12a302db935ffb1a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
100 Days As His Contract Wife
Aryan Alvarez, the cold-hearted heir to Two A's Investment, desperately needs a bride to finalize his inheritance of his father's riches. Rosé Jones, in need of money for her brother's tuition, takes up a job as a hired bride for Asher Miller to attend a gathering. At the gathering, Aryan Alvarez dares to offer her a more appealing contract to be his wife for a hundred days, which she cannot reject. Will they go separate ways after the contract duration ends or will love prevail? What is the couple's fate after Rosé discovers she was used only to get an inheritance?/0/47020/coverorgin.jpg?v=3d895c125806e072a68265be4eff55f1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Divorce Papers and New Beginnings
The crystal glasses for the baby' s naming ceremony gleamed under the soft living room lights, a picture of domestic bliss carefully arranged by my mother-in-law. Everything was perfect, except for the nagging feeling that something was deeply wrong. Then, my husband, Ethan, who had promised "just us" after my accident left me unable to conceive, blurted out his impatient wish for his ex-girlfriend, Chloe, to arrive. It soon became clear Chloe wasn't just any ex; she was carrying a baby, a baby that should never have existed. His parents, my own in-laws, made it worse, scoffing at my very existence, saying, "Ava' s a brilliant doctor, we' ve always been proud of that, but this is a family affair. She doesn't quite fit in anymore, does she?" My husband simply slumped, caving under their pressure, trying to reshape his betrayal into a noble sacrifice. He truly expected me to accept this. But what they didn't know was that I wasn't running late. I wasn't stuck in traffic. I was in a sterile downtown office, signing my name decisively on divorce papers. My world tilted when I stumbled upon an email from Chloe, revealing the chilling truth: "Ethan is so amazing. He's paying for everything. He says he's doing it for his dying ex, a final wish, but I know he wants this baby as much as I do. Ava doesn't have to know until she gets back. She'll have to accept it then." My surgical fellowship abroad, meant to be my recovery, had been a lie. Chloe, glowing and anything but terminally ill, looked up at me with a smug, triumphant smile. "Ava, you're back. Come meet Leo. Isn't he beautiful? He has Ethan's eyes." That was it. The snap. My hand struck her across the face. "She's a liar," I said. "You're all liars." I looked at Ethan, "You told me it would be just us. You lied to my face for a year." The sheer audacity of his words stole my breath when he tried to justify it, saying Chloe was dying and giving me a child "without the pain of childbirth." He wasn' t just a cheater; he was a monster, turning my deepest pain into his convenient solution. I was replaced. My clothes, my books, my entire existence were packed into boxes and moved to the small, cold guest room. Listening to their intimate sounds from what used to be my bedroom, I realized every memory, every shared moment, was a fraud. My love for him had turned to cold, hard resolution. Why did they think I would just accept this monstrous betrayal? Why did he believe I would become an "aunt" to his child born of lies? What kind of warped reality did they live in? I filed the divorce papers. Then, at the baby's naming ceremony, I took the microphone, silenced his sickening speech, and delivered my own, raw and unapologetic. "My husband, Ethan Hayes, just thanked this woman for her 'gift.' Let me tell you all what that gift was. While I was in another country, completing a surgical fellowship, grieving my inability to have children after a tragic accident, my husband decided to have a baby with his terminally ill ex-girlfriend." I then declared, "I am divorcing this man. Congratulations, Ethan and Chloe. You got what you wanted."/0/19800/coverorgin.jpg?v=184e9f1488496a03fa4c20c2873d201e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Billionaires in love
In order of priority, For Jayda Wright, her work comes first, She comes second, her best friend and family comes third and then her so-called boyfriend comes fourth. She didn't know she was losing her boyfriend at the expense of putting her job first. He finally broke up with her the day she got promoted as a partner in a reputable law firm. That night, Jayda made her way to a bar where she met Sebastian Miller, The multimillionaire with the worst personality but incredibly sexy. She had a one night stand with him, creating a bond that binds them forever!/0/79559/coverorgin.jpg?v=18ed3fc4257c25ba79cf5d105188350b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Alpha Ryan's hidden quadruplets
"Mate," he blurted out, his eyes widened in disbelief, as I opened my mouth while staring at him in awe. I couldn't believe what was happening. "How can this be?" I voiced out, remembering the mating ceremony and the shock of being rejected. "You are my mate," he grinning , but I was still confused and couldn't just believe it yet. How was it even possible, I mean I just got rejected a while ago. "Yes...but how?" I inquired of him, trying to move away, but my legs betrayed me, and I ended up falling again, but he grabbed me before I could fell. . . Sasha thought her life would be better when she found her mate, but she was rejected and humiliated by her own mate, make her get drunk, and had a reckless night with the most ruthless and feared Alpha Ryan who happens to be her second chance mate. Ashamed and scared of what might be her fate, she fled. Sasha returned five years later with her quadruplets, who happened to be a product from that night. Will Alpha Ryan claim his quadruplets and her heart? Or will their Second chance be her doomed?/0/21208/coverorgin.jpg?v=0b68691a67de11cafad21b63661011f4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
BREAKING POINT
Five years after the death of her husband, Penelope Hampson meets Jeremy Gilbert at a party, and the attraction between them is just so intense. Seven months later, things had moved really fast between them and Penny is so much in love with Jeremy... And Jeremy loves her too—well, at least he says he does. But the problem is that Jeremy could not.... Or would not ask her to marry him. He seems to want the whole relationship package—Except the responsibility. ------------------ The thirst that kisses could not quench.... Was Jeremy right? Should Penny give in to his demands. The attraction between them had now grown into a throbbing, scorching flame of desire. She could no longer be satisfied with just those passionate, disturbing kisses. And Jeremy was a man. He wanted more —much more —than kisses./0/52339/coverorgin.jpg?v=c69fce4164a11da568816ea3e66d66b5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
I hate you, Jace
💘I HÅT£ YÕU, JACË💘 (You•Know•You•Love•Me) ______________ PROLOGUE ‼️ DON'T COPY OR REPOST ‼️ By: Naomi Cindy B. ★ Jace Braun is the type of guy your parents warned you to stay away from, he's a total psycho who has gotten used to the name. Ask for 'Wolfie' in Rizz Hostel, then you'd surely find someone who'd point at him smoking at his smoking spot. He's a student of Finley College in Washington, Sculpture Department, and he's quiet popular in campus. He stays at Rizz Hostel, the wildest off-campus hostel, and he has slept with almost all the girls. It's a bonus to him though, cos they shamelessly throw themselves at him. Every girl wants to f**k the almighty Jace. Despite being from a rich family in England, he sells hard drugs to students just to make money. Everyone sees him as a jerky mother**ker, but what they don't know is that beneath his outside personality is a dying guy who's in need of someone to tell his story... A shattered guy who wants nothing but an escape route from his f**ked up life. Are you interested in knowing what his story is? And what happens when he met the only person who seems so different from everyone around him, but the person turns out to be his worse enemy. She hates him madly, but she's madly in love with his best friend. ... Will fate ever bring them together with favorable plot twists? Or...will she remain his best friend's girl forever? Will he ever find an escape route from his hidden problems? Are you in for hot college dramas and suspense that'd make you want more at the end of every chapter? Hop on this ride and don't miss out!/0/83470/coverorgin.jpg?v=eab2f2752e13cc14c70bf75ac1f77a29&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Price of His Betrayal
I once thought my love for Julian Croft was everything, willingly sacrificing my entire identity and unique art to fit his "pious" world. I even became pregnant, convinced his child would finally make me permanent in his life. But his sister, Claire, violently attacked me, kicking my stomach and causing a horrifying miscarriage. Julian, the man I loved, rushed in and only saw Claire, frantically asking if her hand was hurt, completely oblivious to my bleeding body on the floor. When I awoke in the hospital, stripped of my baby and hope, Julian appeared desperate – not for me, but to demand my blood for Claire, who' d been in a car crash. He begged the doctors to save "his Elle," using the same pet name he once whispered to me. In that shattering instant, I realized the ultimate horror: I was never "his Elle"; I was merely a substitute, a stand-in for his twisted, suffocating obsession with his sister. Used and utterly destroyed, forced to save the very woman who had killed my child, I found a cold, clear resolve in the void of my being. I walked out of that hospital, leaving everything behind, vowing to forge a new life far from the wreckage he left. Now, six years later, I'm back in glittering Manhattan, not the broken girl he thought he knew, but Elara, a celebrated artist, a loving wife to Kael, and a proud mother to our son. And Julian Croft is about to learn that the woman he betrayed is no longer picking up discarded rings, but building an empire of her own./0/40137/coverorgin.jpg?v=7cc13f372adc3413001088f68324bc06&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Desiring His Nanny
Meet Cameron Ezekiel MacMillan, all six feet, two inches tall. Ice blue eyes that can melt off your panties, and make you fall head over heels in love with him, with a sinfully gorgeous body. Cameron lost his wife five years ago, left alone with two kids; Summer and Spring, five and seven years respectively. All he wanted was a good nanny who wouldn't quit after a month or few weeks, not a purple-eyed woman who would make his heart race like never before. He hated the way she made him feel because he knew that feeling came with a weakness, one he couldn't afford while being the CEO of a multinational company. Meet Ruby Miller, all five foot five tall, with a very sexy figure, even though she wasn't really aware of her shape that way. Rare purple eyes that feel like they are looking into your soul, with kissable lips. Aside from that, losing people and things were her specialty. Five years ago, she had lost her parents, and now, her job, and her boyfriend just broke up with her. Finding a new job to tide over before going to law school was the plan, not falling for her boss. It is a billionaire-nanny story. Enjoy!/1/105997/coverorgin.jpg?v=53c6c3f761f4cec6633799e8f83c4233&imageMogr2/format/webp)
REWRITTEN ROMANCE
Sophia Miller thought she had it all-love, security, and a future with her childhood sweetheart, Andrew. But one tragic car accident revealed the cruel truth: Andrew's love was a lie, driven only by greed, and the man she had overlooked all her life, Daniel Wright, had always been the one who truly cared. Struck down by betrayal and grief, Sophia's life ends... only to begin again. Reborn into her university days, she vows to take control, expose Andrew's deceit, and reclaim the love she nearly lost. But as she carefully orchestrates her revenge, she discovers that Daniel's true identity is even more extraordinary than she ever imagined-the heir to a powerful family, capable of matching her courage and determination. Through calculated schemes, heartbreak, and moments of unexpected tenderness, Sophia and Daniel navigate a journey of redemption, resilience, and a love that blossoms beyond fear. From bitter betrayal to sweet triumph, from revenge to healing, this story is a rollercoaster of emotions that proves that second chances, true love, and courage can rewrite destiny itself./0/39042/coverorgin.jpg?v=887b92e33270bcbd3ea8eb003c0fadb6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Billionaire's Regret: CEO Wants Mother Of Twin Back
Lily was the wife of the richest and most powerful man in the continent, but because she couldn't conceive an heir for her husband, everyone treated her without respect including her husband. After five years, she finally conceived but her husband, Drake Bell believed her pregnancy was a result of an affair she has because he never had any intimacy with her ever since his childhood sweetheart returned back to his life and that was a year ago. Hence, he took Lily to the hospital and enforce an abortion on her pregnancy eventhough it was against her will. Broken, battered and wasted, Lily dropped a divorce paper on the table and left her husband's villa. The wife of the richest man in the continent ended up being homeless and sleeping on the street but two weeks later, she started experiencing strange symptoms. On visiting the hospital, she was told she was pregnant. Many years later, Drake Bell knelt before Lily and begged her and her twin to come to him but Lily was already a top designer with enough money in her account, she has more than enough to take care of herself and her kids, as for Drake Bell, she told him to rot in hell. But destiny can be tricky, could there a possibility of love between Drake Bell and Lily considering Drake Bell's unforgivable act in the past?/0/32941/coverorgin.jpg?v=7c41b0e1e2ab4406e534898e7b911e9f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love and Trouble
Samantha has it all, a flourishing career, wealth and everything she wants and desires. She had been hurt in the past multiple times by men she loved. Samantha decided to not fall in love ever again, but having all the wealth she desired was not enough, she knows something is missing, but choose to ignore it. She has been single for too long and is now ready to give love a chance. She falls in love with her new next door neighbour, but there is one problem, she had a one night stand with him in the past and worst of all, she doesn't remember! Now she has an ex boyfriend who wants her back and won't take No for an answer, and a new man vying for her attention. Will Samantha let her self be loved by this new man? Will the memories of their one night stand, destroy her chances at happiness and make her give up on love again? Read on to find out what happens!/0/86599/coverorgin.jpg?v=aba1fd7dac7241da06a51b4ea5113866&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Choose,Your Wife Or Your Childhood Sweetheart
I remembered the day Liam Hayes proposed, his eyes full of sincerity, promising to love me more than life itself. Three years later, that world collapsed around me in a damp, abandoned warehouse. "Choose, Liam. Your wife or your childhood sweetheart," the man with the gun said, his voice flat and bored. Liam stood, caught between me, tied to a chair, and a weeping Olivia White. I watched silently as he untied Olivia, his whispered "I'm sorry" a physical blow. He walked her out, his back to me, leaving me bound. Just as tears broke through my carefully maintained calm, the kidnapper cut my ropes, telling me he wasn't a murderer, just a man who believed in consequences. He looked me in the eye. "For what it's worth, he's an idiot." My heart was a hollow, aching void. I had survived, but what was left? My husband had walked away, choosing another. Then, the police swarmed in, and Liam was there, rushing back, pulling me into a suffocating embrace. He said he was sorry, that he was here. But I felt nothing. I woke in a hospital, Olivia by my side, Liam fussing over her. He even blamed me for being out late. The final blow came when I found out Olivia was pregnant with his child, after years of my own struggles with infertility, and his mother shrieked that I was "barren." The injustice was a cold, hard knot in my stomach. How could love turn into this betrayal? Why was I, his wife, continually abandoned for a shadow from his past? Was this all a twisted joke? Then, the ultimate cosmic joke: I discovered I was pregnant with Liam's child. I confronted him, giving him a final, brutal choice: "My baby, or her baby. You can only have one." He chose her. I walked away, no longer needing anything from him, ready to build a life free from his choices and his chaos./0/80498/coverorgin.jpg?v=2e03d584243008d502bb7bc5d17a1c34&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Auctioned Wife's Redemption
For five years, my husband Jackson controlled my life with extreme rules, all under the guise of his "severe mysophobia." Every accidental touch meant hours on my knees, scrubbing marble with burning disinfectant, hands raw and bleeding. I lived isolated, convinced I was a source of "contamination," perpetually seeking his nonexistent approval. Then, a faint perfume on his collar, and a hidden conversation shattered my gilded delusion. His "mysophobia" was a cruel lie, a charade to keep me in line while he entertained his mistress. Worse, he was preparing to auction me, his wife, as an exclusive "Ephemeral Experience" at a high-society gala. He even stripped me naked and locked me in our glass sunroom, a live preview for his laughing cronies next door. The raw, public humiliation swallowed me whole; I was nothing but a commodity to heighten their depravity. How could someone feign such a condition, then orchestrate such a monstrous betrayal, reducing me to an object without a shred of dignity? My despair was absolute, the hope I clung to turning to ash in my mouth. But buried deep within my grandfather’s prenup lay a secret clause, a last resort for "egregious betrayal." My trembling fingers reached for the phone, a fragile seed of defiance taking root./0/18549/coverorgin.jpg?v=0b078282a2a931b689faaa58b8140b99&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Devil's Lure
On their wedding night, his face was both handsome and attractive like a devil. But a night destined for passion ended in an agony of successive tortures. "Tracy, your father ruined my happiness, so I will let you know what it is to live in hell," his lips whispered these words of torture in her delicate young ear, and his voice echoed in her mind, changing her fate forever. For the briefest of moments, he would treat her with kindness when he saw her as a substitute for his dead lover. The corners of her beautiful mouth curved into a desperate smile as she pronounced, "You can hurt me, insult me, kill my father, and even kill your own child, but don't ever treat me as a substitute for that woman!" Four years later, she would return, revisiting all the shame and terror that he had inflicted on her on him a hundredfold. Would Tracy find the love she had been denied, or be made to suffer more at the hands of her estranged husband, Toby? Visit a tale of woe, unspeakable pain, and bitter hope with The Devil's Lure./0/86912/coverorgin.jpg?v=97ff70187bc7f516a4484b5fb35d8b2f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Fake Wedding, A Real Betrayal
Six years with Olivia Hayes, and we were finally making it official. I clutched our marriage certificate, crisp and new, ready to file the final paperwork at the city clerk' s office. Then, the clerk told me the document was fake. My heart sank. Olivia Hayes, my fiancée, had been legally married two weeks ago-to Mark Johnson, my former best friend and a tech mogul. I returned home to find Olivia humming, laying out macarons, a picture of domestic bliss, a complete lie. I later overheard her confessing on the phone how she never truly loved me; I was just "comfortable," a placeholder for Mark. My carefully constructed future shattered, replaced by cold certainty: I was leaving. But leaving wasn't easy. Mark' s neediness spiraled, turning our home into his stage. He faked injuries, weaponized his sadness, and Olivia, caught in his web, defended him fiercely, even bringing up my deceased father' s suicide to shame me. Her constant choice of him, and the chilling realization that my pain mattered less than his performance, twisted the knife deeper. Why did she keep falling for his lies? Why did her compassion vanish when it came to me? My escape plan to Seattle was set. But just as I was leaving, Mark' s ex-girlfriend, Sarah, attacked me. Olivia, seeing Sarah with a knife to my throat, still chose to believe Mark' s pathetic accusation that I staged it. That final betrayal solidified my decision. I blocked Olivia and left for Seattle, ready to start anew, free from her and Mark' s toxic charade./0/22460/coverorgin.jpg?v=6cfe92d628a44a3976db2bb8eff7deeb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
