Romance Books for Women
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Comeback of the Silenced Heiress
Two years. Two years of agony, grueling surgeries, and relentless recovery after I shielded my fiancé, Chad, from a fiery explosion. My back, once a roadmap of searing pain, was finally flawless, perfectly healed – a precious secret and a symbol of our new beginning. I was finally home in our penthouse, overflowing with joyful anticipation to surprise Chad before our engagement party next week. But the excitement curdled into an icy dread the moment I stepped inside. Peels of a woman' s unfamiliar laughter echoed from our master suite, followed by Chad' s low, impossibly intimate voice. "The doctor said it' s fine, the baby will be okay." Then, Izzy, my own assistant, giggled, "You haven't used this king-sized bed with her, right? You said seeing her scars made you sick." Sick. My scars. The ones I got saving his life, the constant reminder of my sacrifice. In that instant, his whispers of eternal love, his tender care during my recovery – every single lie – shattered as unmistakable sounds of intimacy spilled from our bed. The man I loved, the man I had nearly died for, a man who saw my selflessness as something repulsive, mocking my "snake-skin" behind my back. He had drugged me for months, not for my true recovery, but to keep me docile while he continued his sordid affair, all while plotting to exploit my family' s immense influence to usurp his own brother's corporate empire. How could the supposed angel I saved transform into such a monstrous, calculating deceiver? From the depths of devastation, a chilling, diamond-hard clarity emerged, sharpening my resolve. I clutched my phone, my shaking fingers composing a message that wasn't just a threat, but a meticulously planned declaration of war. Chad Baxter Jr. was poised to lose absolutely everything. He was about to discover that the "fragile" girl he thought he could break was meticulously preparing to demolish his entire world, piece by agonizing piece./0/85038/coverorgin.jpg?v=9eaf5dae011d50d77ef0b6a257730b0b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Eight Years, A Cruel Joke
For eight years, I clung to Liam' s drunken promise, a joke he' d made at 14 that felt like a sacred vow. I transformed myself, chasing perfection for him, believing our 22nd birthday was finally our moment. But then, I overheard him plotting: our "promise" was a cruel lie, a scheme to get rid of me. He was in love with Sienna, planning a fake engagement and a rented baby to finally drive me away. My world shattered, reduced to nothing but the echoing laughter of his friends. Why was I always just an obstacle, a joke in his meticulously crafted life? I accepted an overseas scholarship, packed my bags, and burned every memory of him, ready to disappear. He publicly humiliated me, flaunting his engagement to Sienna at a charity gala. Then, when a planter fell, he shielded her, completely ignoring me as I lay bleeding on the floor. At my farewell party, he shoved me into a lake, leaving me to drown, just to protect Sienna. He chose her. Over his best friend. Over my life. My brother, Mark, came to my rescue, raging at Liam, but it was clear Liam felt no remorse. He claimed I was "unstable" and "obsessed," twisting every truth to fit his narrative. I left for New York, cutting all ties, determined to erase him from my life forever. Years later, Liam, broken and ruined by Sienna and her lover, Julian, desperately sought me out. He found me, happy and successful, with Alex-a man who truly valued me. I finally had the strength to tell him his apology meant nothing, that he was no longer my problem. The man who once dominated my every thought was now a pathetic stranger, utterly unimportant. I threw away his final, belated confession, a paper airplane of wasted love, into the New York sky. My journey from a broken girl to a celebrated architect, from chasing a false star to finding my own wings, was complete. I was finally free, soaring into a future he could never touch./0/92860/coverorgin.jpg?v=eac5ee2d5af1354b9cc720a46c4a8390&imageMogr2/format/webp)
In love with my bodyguard
I never wanted a bodyguard. Especially not Knox Pierce. Cold, dangerous, and too sexy for his own good. He waltzes into my colourful life like a drab of black, controlling my every move. I hate how much I want him. I hate how much he makes me want him. But Knox isn't here to protect me. He is here with a secret, and when I find out the truth, I realize that I am the pawn in a game that has no end./0/81753/coverorgin.jpg?v=037c9f58fd87a98587276b1d20c18514&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Fiancée Who Forgot Me
The world tilted, and then went black for a second. I came to with Jess screaming my name after a cyclist hit me, and I pulled her to safety. At the hospital, with a mild concussion, I had a stupid idea: I' d pretend I had amnesia and ask Jess, "Who are you?" Her eyes widened, but then a strange, unreadable expression flickered across her face. With a voice suddenly too sweet, she leaned in and said, "Oh, Ethan, you don' t remember me? I' m Jessica, and Chloe is actually your fiancée. We were just out as friends." My mind went blank, not from the concussion, but from genuine shock. Chloe? Her best friend Chloe? Jess was selling it hard, claiming I'd been "confused" even before the accident and that Chloe was my true love. This wasn' t funny anymore; a cold feeling started in my stomach. She insisted Chloe take me home, citing that familiarity would aid my "recovery." As I lay in Chloe' s unfamiliar bed, the scent of vanilla filling the air, I realized Jess wasn't just playing along; she was hijacking my prank for her own twisted agenda. Then, I overheard her on the phone: she called me "boring" and "clingy," bragging about using Chloe as a "break" so she could see her old flame, Mark. The raw ache in my chest had nothing to do with the concussion; it was the sting of deliberate, cruel dismissal. My fiancée was throwing me away, deliberately and publicly, to pursue someone else. Why was Chloe, this quiet, uncomfortable stranger, going along with Jess' s insane scheme? My anger hardened, but so did a new resolve: if Jess wanted a break, she' d get one, but it would be entirely on my terms. I would expose her lies, one "amnesiac" step at a time./0/84256/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106204049&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Homecoming Queen and the Home-Wrecker
Eleven years. I dedicated them all to Wesley Scott, sacrificing my architect dreams to support his political ambitions. After a decade of being his unassuming small-town Texas girl, he finally proposed, not out of love, I suspected, but for his political image. Then, an anonymous email arrived with a photo: Wesley and his childhood friend, Gabrielle, smiling, holding a deed to a luxury Austin condo, purchased jointly under their names. Beneath it, Gabrielle' s chilling message: "Coming home for good." Wesley dismissed it as "just a favor," his casual use of "Gabby" a slap in the face. But the next day, the building manager casually confirmed Gabrielle was the primary owner, and I, his fiancée, was merely "the friend," a temporary guest. That night, at Gabrielle's welcome dinner, Wesley sat beside her, radiating ownership, as everyone toasted them as "the perfect couple." Then, a friend goaded them into a kiss, and Wesley, playing to the crowd, gave Gabrielle a soft, lingering kiss, a gesture of intimacy he never showed me. All eyes turned to me, expecting tears, a scene, but I just smiled. "If Gabrielle wants him," I said, my voice clear and calm, "she can have him." He dragged me out, furious, but a later anonymous message, a screenshot of their secret Instagram post-"To our future!" and his reply, "Whatever you want, you get. Always"-extinguished any lingering hope. It was the same day he'd asked me to move in, calling it "our first real step." His betrayal culminated when a mob of HOA women, spurred by Gabrielle, publicly assaulted me at the condo, and Wesley stood by, calculating the optics of defending me. I collapsed, humiliated, only to later see his reply on the HOA Facebook chat, throwing me under the bus: "The owner on the deed is the one who matters." He had confirmed I was nothing, a squatter to his entire world. When he abandoned me in the hospital for Gabrielle's fake allergic reaction, I knew. It was over. Three days later, at our lavish engagement party, instead of our romantic slideshow, I played the video of their kiss, the condo deed, and his damning words on the jumbo screens. His political career ignited in a glorious fireball. "Why, Wesley?" I told him calmly when he screamed down the phone. "I was just making way for the real couple. After all, the owner on the deed is the one who matters." I hung up and blocked him, and everyone from that life. I was free to build my own./0/52030/coverorgin.jpg?v=1da52b828d4d4119f2a9a97fd033f68f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Tempted My Hot Bodyguard
Aura Gracesyella Park, a famous soloist, is forced to lose her virginity due to a one-night stand with a handsome stranger man named Axel Xavier. In a bid to avoid scandal, Aura daringly escapes before the man beside her wakes up, hoping to never encounter him again. However, fate has other plans. Aura never anticipated that Axel would turn out to be her new bodyguard, assigned to protect her. Eventually, Aura is compelled to share living quarters with Axel, at least until he is convinced that she is not carrying his child. How will Axel and Aura conceal their closeness to prevent public scrutiny? And what about Lionel, the man who has feelings for Aura?/0/19804/coverorgin.jpg?v=d39e30079717be65cfd822e070175ab3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Saved Slave
Leila was doing a role-play drama on the stage. All the people there were mesmerized by her beauty and her acting but two dark eyes fixed on her was up to no good. Damien took out his phone. He dialled a number... "I want you to kidnap a girl. Her name is Leila. I will send you the address. Drop her there..." He said with an evil smirk playing on his lips. Leila didn't know that her little mistake would make her life more miserable. She messed up with the wrong man. Damien was now sitting peacefully gawking her like a hunter to his prey./0/80658/coverorgin.jpg?v=061426cfdc8335ef6740960abeb6ccd8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Bride's Dark Secret
Our wedding, live-streamed to millions, was meant to be my perfect future with the radiant Veronica. She was my salvation, helping me move past my "psycho ex," Clara Evans, who had supposedly clung to me pathologically. But then, from inside the grand piano, Clara's worn journal slipped to the floor. "What trash is that doing here?" I spat, kicking it away, reinforcing the narrative Veronica had perfected. The Event MC, David, picked it up, announcing the first entry: lyrics to Veronica's signature song, "Faded Embers," dated years before she claimed it. Veronica’s tinkling laugh felt suddenly hollow. I stepped in, defending her, pointing out a prep school melody only "we" would know, further solidifying Clara’s image as a delusional liar online. But David turned the page, reading Clara’s secret high school entries about me. "I think 'Faded Embers' is almost finished. It’s for him." Dated years before Veronica and I even met, before I "officially" knew Clara. My certainty wavered. This wasn’t the Clara Veronica had painted; this was a girl who admired me from afar, a pure unrequited love. The words continued, detailing Veronica's open cruelty: discarded gifts, her chilling taunt “You don’t belong here, street rat,” and the unimaginable horror of Clara’s 19th birthday. "He never believed me. He never asked," Clara had written. I swayed, remembering my cold judgmental rage, Veronica’s calculated comfort. A knot of sickening realization tightened in my gut. The lights flickered, a crystal glass cracked, an ominous sign. This wasn't a wedding anymore; it was a reckoning. And I, Ethan Cole, was just beginning to realize the monstrous truth about the woman I was marrying, and the horrific injustice I had enabled./0/22307/coverorgin.jpg?v=e6c93d7b81df6eccc113e82d002e95b9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
You and I
Tripartite love - A love triangle - Love between blood - Love between the poor and the rich - Wearous High School - From the name, you would already know that it's a school mostly attended by students from wealthy homes. If you are not rich or if you have no relationship /connection with someone who is prosperous but you still decide to attend that school, You would surely have no or few friends but so many haters. So the poor relates with the poor and the wealthy relates with their kinds - The wealthy./0/72054/coverorgin.jpg?v=b1eff23ec2b943b0b84cde95f676af63&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Alpha Forsaken Mate
Ellie believed that she had everything: a devoted partner in Daniel, a residence, and a bright outlook on life. However, her world comes crashing down after she suffers a great betrayal. As the situation develops, Ellie becomes the stereotypical innocent victim of circumstance in a serious and unexpected turn of events. Eloquent as she may be, Daniel's poisonous words alter the course of her existence, and the courthouse becomes a cage for all her dreams and ambitions where, showering in silence, she is robbed of all her tomorrows. With Daniel in control of the powers that be and her best friend Emily abandoning her, Ellie is thrown into prison, which she perceives as a death sentence. Yet, on her way to the rehabilitation center, a different side of her that she had never known emerges. Daniel may have quite a few things, but he did not anticipate one, which is Ellie's spirit. While Elaine, all this while, has been a puppet conniving spirit for quite some time, the twist comes as she gets sick and tired of the isolation and decides to fight for her life and all that makes her, her. This compelling story of betrayal, strength, and endurance will keep you on the edge of your seat right to the last word. Does Ellie have it in her to rise from the extreme destruction that Daniel has caused to her? Or is that the end for Ellie as Daniel's sadistic tendencies take full charge and crush her completely?/0/52343/coverorgin.jpg?v=5894af2b52b570f9db65aad93a277ba1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Baby Mama (Be My Woman)
🎈B£ MY WÖMÃN🎈 (His•Baby•Mama...) _______________ PROLOGUE. DON'T COPY OR REPOST ‼️ By: Naomi Cindy B. ★ Rosy Klein did all she could to sponsor herself and her boyfriend through college. She has been dating Stefan since highschool, but immediately they started college, Stefan lost his parents and almost quit school, but Rosy took the responsibility. Stefan is a guy she loves so much, and she couldn't bear watching him drop out, though she's an orphan herself. Part time jobs and illegal gigs brought her the cash she earned, and with that, she was able to sponsor herself and Stefan, but on their graduation day... Stefan proposed to her best friend right in front of her, and her world crumbled. That same day, Roman Lawson planned proposal for his girlfriend, and he was hoping it'd be the best night of their lives. He has been dating Gwen for three years, and though she did nothing for him throughout, but to him, her love was enough. He payed for her mother's yearly surgery even when he's just a struggling youth. He even bought Gwen a car with his first salary, all for love. But on getting to the proposal venue, Gwen turned him down and ran out in tears after confessing that she's currently in love with someone else. Roman's world shattered. The pain of betrayal and heartbreak made him drive to the bar where he drank himself to stupor. There he met Rosy who also came to drink as a result of what Stefan did to her. Fate had it's way, and something huge happened between them that night... Huge enough to change everything about their existence. Who can't wait to find out what the huge something is and how huge it is? Are you ready to be on a rollercoaster of emotions? Join this sweet ride to see what life holds for this two and what future dramas will look like. Trust me, it's a book that'd keep you at the edge of your seat throughout... Don't miss out./0/97084/coverorgin.jpg?v=232ca454ca02c59b0ec3590e4112fc8c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Roommate is a Boy
River Wilson has her entire life planned: earn top grades, avoid distractions, and graduate as valedictorian. Love? Boys? Drama? Not on the schedule. But her perfect plan unravels the moment she steps into her new university apartment... and finds Taylor DeLuca shirtless, tattooed, and infuriatingly smug, standing in her kitchen. Thanks to a university housing glitch and a name too ambiguous to question, River ends up living with the one thing she promised to avoid: a boy who looks like trouble and acts like he invented it. Now she's armed with a list of house rules, a schedule tighter than her ponytail, and one unbreakable boundary: no flirting. But Taylor has a smirk that makes her forget her rules... and a past that's more complicated than his cocky charm lets on. What happens when the girl who has everything under control is forced to live with the boy who thrives on chaos? Let's just say... Rule Number Eight is about to get broken./0/48745/coverorgin.jpg?v=f3ba84a046cebc1167069fed72f177ce&imageMogr2/format/webp)
SWITCHED By Our Mates
Part 2 of the book SWITCHED by Meg Elly Gerena The Gold and Silver wolves were given back their purpose. Now, Marcela Gold and Miracle Silver had to end the destruction that Rogue Luna Sally had started, but would they be able to truly protect Selene? Or would Alpha Stan have to end his mother's life? What would two mates do to protect their packs and their blessed mates?/0/19022/coverorgin.jpg?v=1139845bd81077abd76a258b4b5a211d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
All That Is Left Behind
Xander as been a single father for a few years with a young son who his still struggling with traumas from the past, and it’s only when they meet Mila, that everything shift, and the little boy makes a request a father cannot refuse that will lead them on a path filled with joy, fear and horror as the house have one more resident hidden in the shadows, and Mila is not welcomed./0/61260/coverorgin.jpg?v=bbda688df81d36f2cf9f0a36c891e91b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
ONE YEAR LEFT TO LIVE
When 18-year-old Cecilia receives a devastating diagnosis, she's forced to confront her own mortality. But she refuses to let it define her. With a newfound sense of purpose, she sets out to live life on her own terms and create a bucket list of unforgettable experiences. Enter Jackson, a charming and mysterious stranger who challenges everything she thought she knew about love, life, and herself. As their paths entwine, Cecilia must confront the ultimate question: how do you live when you know your time is running out?/0/24028/coverorgin.jpg?v=d66ad6ad4dab25132afee75fae0fbe0c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Cerberus (Women of mafia book 1)
His life is full of violence, blood and death. His name is Cerberus, that's what they call him because he's vicious, cruel, and ruthless. To be The Mafia leader you have to be, fearless, heartless and shameless, to have what you want, to get what you want and to own what you want. Gabriel 30 years, the leader of the black cross mafia or family as he calls it. He's well known everywhere due to his cruel and vicious acts no one dares to disobey him, and no one dares to challenge him. Ariel a sweet 18 years, high school girl innocent, shy, kind and pure. The girl who always sees the good in people even though they can't see it themselves. She's a believer that everyone matters and everyone must have a chance. These two people will meet, their worlds will collide, and their life won't be the same. Is the gangster going to be changed by the angel or the pure soul of the angel going to be tainted./0/87385/coverorgin.jpg?v=a6e0042b0a574f74395d55104d23d927&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Promise, Her Prison
The day I was released from prison, my fiancé, Don Ford, was waiting for me, promising our life would finally begin. Seven years ago, he and my parents begged me to take the fall for a crime my adopted sister, Kelsey, committed. She got behind the wheel drunk, hit someone, and fled the scene. They said Kelsey was too fragile for prison. They called my seven-year sentence a small sacrifice. But as soon as we arrived at the family mansion, Don’s phone rang. Kelsey was having another one of her “episodes,” and he left me standing alone in the grand foyer to rush to her side. The butler then informed me I was to stay in the dusty storage room on the third floor. My parents’ orders. They didn't want me upsetting Kelsey when she returned. It was always Kelsey. She was the reason they took my college scholarship fund, and she was the reason I lost seven years of my life. I was their biological daughter, but I was just a tool to be used and discarded. That night, alone in that cramped room, a cheap phone a prison guard gave me buzzed with an email. It was a job offer for a classified position I had applied for eight years ago. It came with a new identity and an immediate relocation package. A way out. I typed my reply with shaking fingers. "I accept."/0/83787/coverorgin.jpg?v=a27af1b64630a18d936793dd66ef101d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Second Death, Her Sweet Revenge
I was living a dream, finally back in the warm embrace of Sera, the woman I lost. But a director' s enraged shout shattered the illusion, revealing harsh studio lights, cameras, and a cold, hard floor. The script called for force, not love, and my confusion on set marked me-not as a lover, but as a stalker, publicly rejected by Sera herself. Her icy contempt, the humiliating laughter of the crew, and her eventual orchestration of my lonely death from an aggressive cancer left me broken, convinced she was a stranger. Yet, after dying in despair, I inexplicably woke up in a new, wealthy body, finally experiencing the warmth of a loving family, unaware that the very heart beating in my chest was the beacon drawing her, and a new, even more terrifying battle for my soul, back into my life./0/85195/coverorgin.jpg?v=104483202129ce4b10a8b5cf8f9814d4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Invisible To Him, Until She Left
October 12th. Another year. Another morning, another silent coffee delivered to Jake Sterling's desk, and another reminder of his glacial indifference. Three years of unrequited hope, of being invisible to the man she worshipped-her commanding officer. Then, Isabelle Vance, a new agent, arrived, and suddenly Jake transformed: smiles, patience, shared laughter. Ava witnessed a tender interaction at his parents' home, overhearing joyful whispers about "wedding venues" and a "spring wedding." The world tilted. The crushing reality that he was marrying someone else, someone he showed warmth and kindness to, while she received only cold disdain and public humiliation, shattered her. The pain was a physical wound, and the injustice burned. Why had he treated her with such cruelty, only to lavish affection on Isabelle? Why was she always the target of his harshness? The constant push and pull, the mixed signals – a sudden kind gesture out of uniform, then a brutal dressing-down back at the office – it all made no sense. She couldn' t endure it anymore. Her heart, once full of desperate hope, was now a hollow, aching void. There was nothing left. A final, desperate act: Ava requested a transfer to Cinder Peak, a remote, forgotten outpost. She was leaving. She was walking away from him, from this unit, from everything that had defined her for years. Little did she know, her painful escape was just the beginning of a far more dangerous and complicated journey./0/59383/coverorgin.jpg?v=2752285f28c531f941053cf6931ad21b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
