Romance Books for Women
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Her Cold Revenge, His Regret
The last thing I remembered was the cold night air and the unbearable pain as my body hit the pavement. My husband, Mark, and his boss, Ms. Jenkins, had pushed me from the thirty-second-floor office window. "She's just a trophy wife," Mark had sneered. Ms. Jenkins had laughed, her arm wrapped around his waist. I had walked in on them, entwined on his office desk, the contract he so desperately needed forgotten on the floor. My heart shattered, my screams turned to accusations, and they, to protect their careers and their despicable affair, silenced me forever. My last thought was regret for loving him, for trusting him, for giving him my entire world. Then, a sudden jolt. My eyes flew open. I was standing in the quiet, carpeted hallway outside Mark' s office, the thermos of soup still warm in my hands. My phone read 9:00 PM. An hour earlier. I was back. Driven by a force I didn't understand, I crept closer to the door, peering through the narrow gap. And there they were, just as before, Mark and Ms. Jenkins, mouths locked in a passionate kiss. This time, there was no scream, just a cold, hard stone of rage in my chest. This was a second chance. I wouldn't waste it on tears./0/22256/coverorgin.jpg?v=5491a7f9663c642296fe3adc826dadb8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Contract Marriage With My Boss
A marriage bound by a contract, and she obliged to accept it. He was her boss, and she was his secretary. She gave him everything he wanted, but her love was neglected, but when she decided to leave, he offered her a contract marriage to make her stay. But, someone occupied his heart, and he couldn’t offer anything to her except his talent on the bed. After their marriage, she endured the pain, but scheme after scheme destroyed her tolerance. Finally, she was ready to leave him, but suddenly he refused to let her go. Charles seemed to feel her sorrow, hugged her suddenly, and whispered, “Sarah, you can trust me. I won’t ever be with her. You are different from all those other women. I really want to be with you. If I didn’t, then I wouldn’t have cut off relationships with all other women. Don’t you believe me now?” Sarah sobbed gently, “If you have accepted that it’s over with her, why do you still keep her photo in your wallet? Why do you still miss her? Don’t you see how it’s hurting me?” Charles stared at her, “She’s just another woman from my past!” The atmosphere between them became suffocating, and Charles said in a low voice, “Sarah, have I told you that you could leave? Remember, I’m your boss. You are my secretary and my wife!” Angrily, Charles shouted again, “Sarah, I’m your man!” “Uh? My man?” Sarah laughed and stared at him. Tears began to slip down her cheeks, “Are you, my man? Mr. President, I am just a mere possession of yours and never become your wife! Set free, I’m begging you!”/0/82928/coverorgin.jpg?v=457830f83aefda8e342090ccd1a32de3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
When The Quiet Wife Roared
I was Sarah Miller, publicly humiliated and discarded by NFL star Ethan Vance on his draft day. Branded a gold digger, I vanished, rebuilding my life and secretly marrying billionaire philanthropist Alexander Sterling. Five years of quiet happiness passed. But fate, it seemed, had a cruel sense of humor. While on a simple errand, I unexpectedly collided with Ethan and his arrogant fiancée, my former intern. Their taunts instantly dragged me back into the nightmare. My attempt to assert my new reality – that I was married – was met with cruel laughter. Ethan snatched my Sterling Foundation card, mocking it as a fake, calling me a delusional liar and a thief. His rage escalating, he brutally crushed my hand in a car door, then locked me in a stadium utility room. Later, he dragged my battered self onto a championship ballroom stage, publicly branding me a stalker and criminal, while displaying my bandaged hand. Why was this nightmare happening again? Was I destined to be forever haunted by my past, my worth shattered anew? But just as he prepared to deliver his final, devastating blow, the grand ballroom doors dramatically swung open. My husband, Alexander Sterling, stood there, a quiet force of nature. My past had tried to consume me, but it was about to meet its match./0/25825/coverorgin.jpg?v=03bf14e5c594dd156a383ad587291bb6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
On The Border
“Do you, Alex Snow, take Jennifer Walker, to be your lawfully wedded wife?” My soon to be; in a couple of seconds, husband looks at me with the eyes of a beast, ready to rip me apart at any second as he says tightly “I do” Although he just vowed to take me as his wife, to hold, love and cherish, his ‘I do’ vowed something else entirely. It was an oath to make me suffer horribly at his hands. As soon as the words “I do” left my own mouth I was certain, I just sealed my own fate by marrying Alex Snow. And my fate was crystal clear, death is coming for me…sooner rather than later. In a small town called “Snow”, known in all of Alaska for its huge illegal smuggling business on the border of America and Canada, Alex Snow; the new leader of the Snow clan that controls and dominates the smuggling territory, forces Jennifer Walker into marrying him against her will. After his father gets murdered at the hands of Jenny’s father, Patrick Walker, the Snow clan vows to take their revenge on the whole Walker bloodline. But killing the responsible man, sends both families into a blood feud as both clans vow to make the other one pay. The only way to stop that bloodbath from turning into a massacre, and claiming more innocent lives was a peace offering in the form of marriage from both families. Jennifer’s world turns upside down as she turns out to be the one Alex Snow asked to marry specifically in order to stop that war. Her only thought at that moment was “He is going to make my life a living hell” *The town Snow and everything it illegally represents is real inside the world I created in this book. It’s as real as you make it to be, but It doesn’t exist in real life*/0/86497/coverorgin.jpg?v=ea5123771469f526f04591b1a732e6a1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Miller Curse: A Broken Vow
"No." The word fell like a stone in our perfectly proper living room. Thirty years old in two months, and the Miller Curse loomed-marry or face ruin. My parents, desperate, had arranged my marriage to Ethan Black, my childhood sweetheart. But the perfect picture shattered. I found out Ethan, the man I was supposed to marry, had been having an affair with Sarah Jenkins, my ambitious young intern whom I had personally mentored. The final insult came at a high-profile gala. Ethan took the stage, and with a smile, proposed to Sarah using a priceless architectural sketch-a design I had always adored, a symbol of our shared dreams. He then soft-talked Sarah, telling her she understood him better, and kissed her passionately while the room erupted in applause around me. He walked right past me, leaving me humiliated, shattered, and utterly alone in a room full of pitying and scornful eyes. My world tilted. How could the man who promised me everything publicly choose another woman, and use my memories to do it? But when he cornered me afterwards, offering to keep me as his secret mistress, his words twisted the knife. He even used the Miller Curse against me, threatening to destroy my career. That was when I knew: I wouldn't just walk away. I would rebuild. On my own terms./0/58270/coverorgin.jpg?v=65d19d6cc8fd19ff0990ac7a6a74b941&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Echo of our Love
Nicole married Nicholas Jackwood just to get her late father's company back from her uncle, who threaten to kick her out because she was a female child. Though, their marriage is a contract, the tension was undeniable. Nicole struggles to get Nicholas love because he is every woman's dream and the thought alone was stressing her out. How will Nicole keep her husband to herself irrespective of the contract agreement?/0/84875/coverorgin.jpg?v=cb492ec1ed9c4c9f7067cefacaf17634&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Unlikely Ally's Vengeance
A faint blue line on a pregnancy test confirmed the dream I' d nurtured for four years: twins. I, Sarah Miller, an architect, was about to surprise Mark Johnson, the man I loved, the man who had pulled me from the wreckage of grief after my parents' suspicious death, the man whose real estate empire I had meticulously helped build. But when I reached the exclusive downtown club, laughter spilled from the private room, and a voice asked, "When are you and Lisa Chen making it official?" My world shattered as Mark' s confident voice, stripped of all warmth, replied, "Sarah? Sarah was a means to an end. A very useful tool." Then came the true horror: "She has no idea I was the one who made sure that old farmhouse of hers had a little electrical \'accident.\' Best investment I ever made." He killed them. The man I loved, my savior, was my parents' murderer. Everything I believed was a lie. The twins I carried, conceived in a deceit, were just leverage for him, a means to an heir Lisa couldn' t provide. The overwhelming betrayal, coupled with a searing pain in my abdomen, sent my vision blurring. I stumbled out into the cold, hard rain, racing toward my parents' graves, only to collapse in a pool of blood. The hospital confirmed my worst fear: I had lost the babies. I lay there, numb and broken, until a nurse revealed my unlikely rescuer: David Johnson, Mark' s estranged uncle, the man Mark had ruthlessly driven out of his own family business. He was the one who collected my cracked phone, its wallpaper a perfect picture of a perfect lie, with his stern, disapproving gaze in the background – a witness I had always ignored. This man, haunted by the same demon, would become my unlikely ally. Mark had taken everything from me: my parents, my children, my name, my work. Now, I would take it all back./0/81955/coverorgin.jpg?v=76a35b4de18be4371ac9919e5817dd89&imageMogr2/format/webp)
When Love Turns to Vengeance
My marriage to Mark seemed solid, our life comfortable, until his college reunion. I was there as the supportive wife, trying to ignore a growing unease. Then I saw him, too close to Jessica, his high school sweetheart and now his sister-in-law. The "Ten-Year Love Blueprint" he' d detailed for her-not me-was just the first blow. That night, I found Jessica kissing my drunk husband in our home, then overheard the devastating truth: her son, Kevin, was Mark' s, not his brother' s. My perfectly constructed life imploded as Mark dismissed my pain and his mother furiously defended his affair. A reckless car crash, caused by Jessica, led to my miscarriage; Mark, shockingly, blamed me, then his mother coldly announced, "You weren't strong enough." Even my own parents, dependent on Mark's generous support, disowned me for daring to expose his betrayal. Abandoned and broken, the injustice was crushing: how could everyone I loved betray me so completely, leaving me a disposable substitute in a life that was never truly mine? The agony of losing everything, especially my baby, felt unbearable. But a fateful accident unexpectedly offered a dark opportunity for ultimate escape and rebirth, transforming me into a vengeful phantom armed with a meticulous plan for absolute justice./0/82604/coverorgin.jpg?v=be238533657b7d011f5b45b51a77c83d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late, My Ex: She Married a Mogul
I stood at my engagement party, champagne clinking, Liam's arm around me. Life was perfect. My best friend, Chloe, was there, laughing too loudly, but it was our day. Then Liam took the stage. My heart beat faster, ready for his sweet words. Instead, he announced a "sudden, undeniable change." He said he couldn't marry me. His eyes landed on Chloe. "She's the one." The room gasped. My face burned as everyone stared. My fiancé and best friend, my closest people, publicly humiliated me, smirking as I fled town, stripped of dignity. Years later, having rebuilt my life and married Julian Thorne, a tech mogul, I returned to Lynwood for a quiet work trip. And I saw them. Liam, successful, and Chloe, still his trophy. They sneered, mocking my humble appearance, calling me a failure. When I mentioned my husband, they laughed, accusing me of delusions. Liam then attacked me, snatching Julian' s locket, the symbol of my new life. He broke my hand, screaming I was a liar, a thief. Then his goons dragged me to a dark storage room, locking me in. My hand throbbed, my heart ached with crushing despair. They even found Isabella, the kind staffer who tried to help me, silencing her. Chloe appeared, gloating, telling me I would confess I was a lunatic at their wedding tomorrow, to finally destroy me. How could two people be so cruel, so utterly intent on my ruination? I was trapped, shattered, every hope of justice gone. But as they dragged me into the ballroom, preparing to force my twisted confession, an unexpected presence in the crowd began to rise. Julian./0/70275/coverorgin.jpg?v=e9bc57eb949399442cc3bd36d6661abb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Wife For The Ruthless Ceo
Evelyn Carter never wanted to marry Liam Harrington, but her parents gave her no choice. The marriage wasn't about love-it was a business deal. Liam is cold, distant, and impossible to understand, and Evelyn knows one thing for sure: she hates him. Liam feels the same way about Evelyn. He didn't want this marriage either, but he plays his part for the sake of appearances. Behind closed doors, the tension between them only grows, with sharp words and icy glares. But their new life together isn't as simple as pretending to be a happy couple. The mansion they now call home holds secrets, and so does Liam. Evelyn can't ignore the locked doors, the hushed phone calls, and the feeling that Liam is hiding something that could change everything. As their lives tangle in ways they never expected, Evelyn begins to see a different side of Liam. She isn't sure what's worse, falling for her enemy or uncovering the truth he's trying so hard to keep from her. In this story of love, lies, and second chances, will Evelyn and Liam find their way to each other, or will the secrets between them destroy everything?/0/86822/coverorgin.jpg?v=3703bd0dddd8bf3625b481dab4b2a6fa&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Seven Years Gone: A New Me
The first thing I felt was a dull throb, the smell of antiseptic, and the piercing brightness of a hospital room. A nurse informed me I was Olivia Vance, and my husband, Alexander Vance, wasn't there. Then she mentioned another "accident" and a woman named Sophia, saying, "You'd think a man like him would have better things to do." My nurse, Emily, told me I had a concussion and a fractured wrist, and that she'd seen me a "dozen times" for pulling "stunts to get his attention." I looked down at a wedding band on my left hand – a cruel joke. I was told it was 2025. My last memory was 2018. Seven missing years. And an unfamiliar face stared back from the reflection-thin, tired, broken. My phone, filled with pictures of a cold mansion, smiling strangers, and a dangerous-looking Alexander Vance, confirmed I was married to him. Then I found the contract: an agreement signed in 2020 to be his public wife for five years in exchange for a settlement. The term was up. Scrolling through desperate, one-sided texts to him, I found a chilling message from two days ago: "He will never love you. You're just a substitute. He's with me tonight." A violent memory hit me: a yacht, Sophia Miller's poisonous voice telling me, "He's tired of you, Olivia. You were just a placeholder." Then her hands on my chest, a sudden shove, and the cold water engulfing me. The bruises, the fractured wrist, the aching ribs – all for a stranger I had apparently loved. My past was a living nightmare, but now, with a blank slate, I knew one thing: I was not bringing that broken woman back./0/84551/coverorgin.jpg?v=c6352f33b58935a3ce9d6fbef29a0c8d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Betrayal of My Childhood Sweetheart
Liam was my world for twelve years, my best friend, my boyfriend, the constant, warm presence who knew my every preference and always had my back. Every thoughtful gesture, every patient explanation, affirmed my trust in him. Then, a whispered conversation behind a slightly ajar door shattered everything. "Only when Chloe falls will everyone truly see you," he murmured, his voice laced with the tenderness I thought was reserved for me, but directed at Emily. "You' re the one who deserves everything." The kindness, the attention, the love-it was all a calculated performance. I was a pawn in his cruel game, a stepping stone to elevate Emily. The truth hit me with physical force, the air in the hallway thick and unbreathable. Every affectionate "Oh, Chloe" for my clumsiness twisted into contempt. How could twelve years of shared life be a lie? How could the boy who painted tiny moon craters for my science project, who found a first-edition of my favorite book, orchestrate my public humiliation and downfall? The betrayal was too deep, too vast, to comprehend. I stumbled back, grief and fury battling for dominance. But as the tears streamed down my face, a cold, clear certainty solidified: I wouldn't fall. I wouldn't be his pawn. My life with him was over, and I would escape, no matter the cost./0/46915/coverorgin.jpg?v=882bcd2cbbc0fe5f839c399741b67770&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mafia Secrets
Shirley Hamilton has everything anyone could want in their life. But the one thing that she wants is to be a car racer, and the only person she deems capable of fulfilling her dream is Dylan. Dylan Lewiston is a businessman in daylight, who is also a renowned car racer. At the same time, he is a cold-hearted Mafia leader, who solely wants revenge for everything that has pushed him into living this vicious life. What comes to pass when Dylan accepts to train Shirley for the approaching car race? Will the vengeful and cold aura of Dylan change with the chirpy Shirley? Will love bloom between them? And most importantly, what will transpire when Shirley discovers the Mafia secrets?/0/85200/coverorgin.jpg?v=2cc27090ab06d866f15ebd4c9ef230c2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Truth She Couldn't Tell
Eight years ago, I gave up everything to save the man I loved. I was an award-winning investigative journalist, Ava Miller, and I put Marcus Thorne in prison - a choice that broke us both. I promised myself he' d be safe, even if it meant he' d hate me forever. But the truth was far more complex than a simple betrayal. A cruel family secret, a hidden illness eating away at my mind, turned me into a stranger even to myself. Now he' s back, richer and colder, engaged to my former best friend Chloe, and determined to make me pay for a crime I didn' t commit. He thinks I' m a liar, a gold-digger, broken and pathetic. He doesn' t know the real reason I did what I did, or that my memory is failing, turning my past into a terrifying blank. With nowhere left to turn, and my mind slipping away, there' s only one way I can tell him the truth, one last desperate message before I lose it all… or myself. I have to make him understand, even if it' s the last thing I ever do./0/38155/coverorgin.jpg?v=a937b18714ae22cd45270815a2b57ff4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Perfect Obsession
Oliver Cowell an affluent dreaded Mafia lord, forcefully abduct Kate Fallon in exchange for the money her uncle borrowed from him but couldn't pay back. Little did he know that he is slowly falling in love with Kate Fallon, his debtor niece. What will be Kate's fate from now on, and how will she cope with a monster like Oliver. Stay tuned. Oliver Cowell an affluent dreaded Mafia lord, forcefully abduct Kate Fallon in exchange for the money her uncle borrowed from him but couldn't pay back. Little did he know that he is slowly falling in love with Kate Fallon, his debtor niece. What will be Kate's fate from now on, and how will she cope with a monster like Oliver. Stay tuned./0/80009/coverorgin.jpg?v=7b6c62241a1f8a8447535c66845f152b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Day I Died, She Finally Knew My Truth
I walked out of Chino State Prison, a free man, but my body carried a death sentence. The clanging gates closed behind me, a period at the end of five lost years. The California sun felt too bright on my face, and my lungs burned with the fatal lung cancer I’d contracted inside. I had one final wish: to have my ashes scattered at Point Sublime, a remote, sacred spot in the Grand Canyon I’d promised to share with Olivia, years ago, our forever place. But then Olivia Hayes, my past love, now engaged to my former best friend and tormentor, Marcus Thorne, appeared. Her eyes, once full of youthful adoration, now seethed with pure, unadulterated hatred. She offered me a job: her personal driver, not out of kindness, but out of a cold desire for me to witness everything I had supposedly ruined. I took the job, enduring her glacial contempt and Marcus's sadistic pleasure day after agonizing day, as my failing health rapidly withered beneath my uniform. I coughed up blood in secret, retrieved her family heirloom ring from an icy pool at Marcus’s cruel behest, and pulled her from a burning guesthouse, letting Marcus claim the credit for my heroism. Every interaction was a fresh twist of the knife, a public humiliation for a crime I didn’t commit, but chose to embrace. They called me a murderer, a reckless monster, a lifelong convict, always oblivious to the truth: I had taken the fall for her mother’s suicide, sacrificing my freedom and reputation, to protect Olivia and her family’s stained name from further ruin. I had lost everything for her, only to become the very person she now despised, fueling her relentless cruelty. Then Marcus’s reckless accident left him bleeding out, urgently needing my rare blood type. Olivia, desperate to save the man who reveled in my suffering, came to me. She didn’t ask; she demanded my life. And with my last breath, still loving her unconditionally, I gave it./0/90067/coverorgin.jpg?v=bc527f7b6209619620f00b9d4d2881cf&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Son's Watch Exposed My Husband's Lies
My son, Leo, died a month ago from what they called a tragic accident. My husband, Benedict, has been my rock, holding me together as our world ended. But when he brought the nanny, Kendall, to our home, he wasn't comforting me. He was comforting her. He called me hysterical for wanting to plan our son's funeral because it was upsetting Kendall. That night, I heard them together in the guest room. His low rumble, her soft reply. In a desperate need to feel close to my son, I went to his room and found his smartwatch. The one he was supposed to be wearing that day. I charged it, and a notification popped up: Leo's Journey - Data Upload Complete. I pressed play and heard it all. My son, begging for me as he baked to death in the car. Kendall, telling him to be quiet before locking the doors. The betrayal was absolute. My grief vanished, replaced by a cold, hard clarity. My husband wasn't just cheating on me; he was protecting our son's murderer. I scrolled past my family and friends and found the name of my husband's biggest rival. "Chase," I said when he answered, my voice steady and unrecognizable. "I'm leaving the company. I need a change of scenery."/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./0/20635/coverorgin.jpg?v=1a343afbb0575dee0ced41dc3e298834&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Not The Usual Fairytale
Combination of two romantic/tragic stories that combine reality and fantasy in a perfect blend. Who's The One? Stacy takes a walk down the memory lane when she is asked about how she met Derin, the love of her life and how much she loves him. As the conversation progress and some dark and unsettling truth is revelled that makes her suddenly being asked to confront her biggest REGRET; the thing she everyday; till date; regrets. An Unfolding Tale The journey of Ana, who lives her life the most. She never paid any heed to the problems in her life, would do anything to let her life be PERFECT. But as all humans who walk in the search of perfection: something she does goes horribly wrong with turns her life upside down. She is struck by realization that she is loosing the the most precious thing in her life./0/81307/coverorgin.jpg?v=11ab13e716c6fea965d7329cdeb7c0ae&imageMogr2/format/webp)
