Romance Books for Women
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His Obsession, My Hell
My marriage to David Miller was a picture of perfection, a dream life built on his charm and our shared happiness. Then came the call: my mother in an accident, and David, my husband, utterly unreachable. Hours bled into sterile dread in the hospital waiting room, a dread far deeper than my mother' s condition. An unknown text arrived, a single photo: David, arm around another woman, intimate, familiar. It was my aunt, Sophia Hayes, my mother' s estranged sister, her smile painfully like mine. My world, once perfect, splintered into a million icy shards under the humming hospital lights. He returned late, weaving slick lies about dead phones and urgent meetings, as if I were a child to be placated. But as he signed the papers I put before him, oblivious, a chilling sense of irony settled heavy in my gut. The man I thought I knew, the husband who murmured of naming our child "Sophia," was a stranger. I found his study, not an office, but a shrine to her, filled with desperate letters and a diary detailing his monstrous plan: I was just a "perfect-looking replacement" to bear "his Sophia." The love, the marriage, the baby-all a grotesque fabrication, designed to resurrect his lost obsession. The pain threatened to split me, but beneath it, a cold, hard resolve began to form, sharper than any grief. He thought he' d signed investment papers; he' d signed his divorce, and my consent to end the lie he' d so carefully constructed within me. I walked out that night, leaving his diary open, his delusion exposed, ready to erase every trace of his monstrous fantasy./0/71433/coverorgin.jpg?v=703d2c7019955fea060e2cd07ec41a20&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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His Cruel Game, Her Perfect Escape
On the first anniversary of our reconciliation, I thought my tech mogul husband and I had finally turned a corner. Then I discovered our entire marriage was a spectator sport. It was a cruel, year-long revenge game orchestrated by him and his lover, and I was the punchline. For their amusement, I was poisoned with food contaminated with dog feces, publicly humiliated with a twenty-million-dollar auction scam, and beaten until my ribs broke by his family's private security. I endured it all, playing the part of the clueless, loving wife while they laughed about it in a group chat called "The Jillian Andrews Comedy Hour." But their grand finale was a step too far. I overheard him calmly planning to leave me to die in a remote cabin during a blizzard, a "tragic accident" that would finally set him free to be with his mistress. He thought he was writing the final chapter of my life. He didn't know I was about to use his murder plot as my own perfect escape. I faked my death, vanished into thin air, and left him to explain to the world how his beloved wife disappeared off the face of the earth./0/29508/coverorgin.jpg?v=3dad2f79318fa552436cfa7b938cb2b6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
RACHEL: The Celebrity's Hidden Wife
I've been married to my husband since I was eighteen years old, and my husband rose to fame shortly after our marriage, but this fame came with a very expensive price -our marriage. The foundation of our marriage started shaking when my husband left home for six years, he was parading the streets and clubs in LA with different supermodels -or, so I thought. I was at the verge of divorcing him since I couldn't continue hurting everyday, but he came back to his senses and begged me to accept him back. No matter how I tried to hide it, I'm still hopelessly in love with him and decided to forgive him. He promised he's change and he's ready to settle down, of course that got me pregnant and I had to try my best, my very best to love my husband and trust him again, and continue our lives as if he's never left. But our relationship couldn't go back to the old days, because I realized I don't know who my husband is any more. He became very secretive, he repeatedly lied to me on several occasions, and most times I'd have to force the truth out of him. Then a very heavy storm hit our marriage, and that's when I gave up completely -I caught my husband red-handed, cheating on me with my biggest rival, and the worse part was he lied to my face about it. I couldn't help but wonder, does he really love? If he love me, then why can't he trust me at all? Why can't he confined in me? Isn't it better to just walk away from this marriage that's built on lies? But now our baby is involved, should I raise him without his father? Is this break really necessary? Is it gonna help us? Or break us even more?/0/22312/coverorgin.jpg?v=070a14b0b2132686a641de117bc27f78&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Put your Trust in me
"Name?" He spoke with confidence Haya confusingly looked at him. Why should she say her name? It's 2 am, a strange man who has been following them for the past 6 hours. "Why?" Haya quickly replied. He wasn't police, no undercover... she looked at his car and then back at him. "I am Huo" he replied. Haya looked at the Handsom man. He was indeed really good looking. Any girl would want to look at him over and over again. He had this aura in his eye, Haya couldn't guess what, but even in his tired face, he had a different attraction. Although the whole situation just looked absurd, Haya just stared at him with confusion./0/48437/coverorgin.jpg?v=8225c85efe8bc34aa965eb228687d9f2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Killer Obssession
"Who is the traitor to you?" I kindly asked the three men kneeling in front of me, I know them. they are the traitors in my company‚ even if I know the truth I want to ask them first, so it won't be boring. "No one to speak?" I raised the gun I was holding and pointed it at the man in the middle. "Sir" my staff called me but I ignored it. "Sir" he called again. "Sir! Sir Red is here!” shouted my staff, I immediately let go of the gun I was holding and ran out of the basement‚ fuck! what is he doing here? "B-babe‚ what are you doing here?" I asked nervously, he turned to me with his two hands behind his back. He approached me with a smile on his face, his smile. I know those smiles. “Ouch!” I complained because he slapped me, he didn't slap me hard. "What have you done Calix Damien?" he asked with raised eyebrows, making me swallow my own saliva. Fuck! I'm a killer but I'm very afraid of our red. "answer!" he shouted at me. “Um—” "Do you answer now?" he asked me with wide eyes. "Didn't you say" "Answer, that's the right answer. Now, you can go outside tonight!" he shouted at me and left in front of me, leaving me speechless. “Fuck” "Oh go ahead and swear, I'm going to lie in your mouth" he turned his gaze sharply at me. I wanted to complain but I chose to keep quiet, fuck! what is wrong with our man and I'm so scared of him? "You're nervous, sir, aren't you? Me too" my staff Aries whispered to me, even my staff are now afraid of him too/0/44839/coverorgin.jpg?v=4d46ca5cc81ded20abcf437283c9fb2f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Forced to Marry the Mafia Don
Amelie Pearce, born into one of the prominent crime families in Chicago, is a princess of the mafia renowned for her physical attractiveness. However, what many perceive as a blessing becomes her downfall when she is compelled to marry Gio Merante, in order to establish peace between two mafia dynasties. Gio is the prospective head of the Merante Cartel within the New York Famiglia, a man infamous for his brutal nature and for strangling his cousin with his bare hands. Millie is filled with terror at the prospect of marrying such a monster. Despite being one of the most desirable bachelors in New York due to his good looks, wealth, and charismatic but predatory demeanor, Millie understands that Gio's bad boy persona is more than just an act. Behind Gio's captivating gray eyes and arrogant smile lie bloodshed and death. In her world, an attractive exterior often conceals a hidden monster—one capable of both killing and kissing with equal ease. However, escaping from the arranged union, let alone a man like Gio, is impossible. He would pursue her to the ends of the earth. Millie's only hope of survival in a marriage with Gio is to win his affection and gradually find her way into his heart—despite rumors that suggest Gio possesses no heart at all. A beautiful mafia princess given to a monstrous man. Even monsters harbor a heart. She fully intends to find her place within it./0/84574/coverorgin.jpg?v=c298a19e4a621dd12afcf3746bb6c8bc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Beyond the Script
The news of Dr. Seraphina Vance' s divorce from Dr. Julian Hayes hit the scientific community like a shockwave. For me, Chloe, Elias Thorne' s hidden partner for seven years, it was a death sentence to the life I had painstakingly built with him. Suddenly, I was faced with a new, brutal mission from the system that brought me here: ensure Elias and Seraphina, the true protagonists, achieve their "happy ending," even if it meant destroying my own. I had to orchestrate their reunion, push the man I loved into another woman's arms, and watch him embrace the woman he was "destined" for, while systematically erasing myself from his life. Worst of all, when Seraphina framed me, manipulating Elias into believing I was incompetent-or worse, malicious-he chose her. He watched me, gasping for air from a severe allergic reaction she triggered, and walked away, choosing his "show" over my life. How could he believe her fabricated lies over the seven years we shared, over the evidence of his own eyes? Now, after sacrificing everything, manipulating events, and nearly dying to fulfill this twisted destiny, I found myself standing on a rooftop, preparing to step off and finally go home, to my real life. But as I looked down, I saw Elias, pure panic on his face, finally understanding. This wasn't a game. It was my final act of self-sacrifice, forcing him to confront the truth of what he' d lost./0/41241/coverorgin.jpg?v=577f3c30b5c194d3127a7068a5bf8a09&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The ‘S’ Stars
The ‘S’ stars is a famous group consisting of four girls in CROWN STARS COLLEGE, a full boarding school. They're so brilliant, and their parents are prominent people. But… They're a no-nonsense group, they don't tolerate nonsense. They're so crazy but they love each other so much. No one dares mess with them unless you wanna get wounded. And... If anyone offends them, no one can change their mind of punishing the person. They are… Samantha Lee, the most craziest among them. She's beautiful and brilliant but doesn't tolerate nonsense. She has a bossy attitude. Stella Choi, the most cool-headed being among them, she seems cool but she also doesn't tolerate nonsense. She got the sexiest body. Selena Kim, the most intelligent and prettiest among them, she loves using computer system for most things. She's so intelligent to the extent that she was nicknamed ‘The Hacker’. She's the cutest because she has dimples that makes guys go crazy about her. Sophie Park, the hottest among them all. She has a model-like figure, and she also has this look that makes people wonder if she's older than her other three friends or not. She's so kind-hearted but because of the type of friends she keeps, she also became part of them; Crazy fellows. ……… These four girls seems inseparable, no matter what happens… but what if a guy got transferred to the school and tries to make friends with them?? What if they all fall in love with him at a time, and he has to choose one?? Would he fall for looks and choose Selena? Or he would fall for Sophie for being a kind girl?? What if he falls for body and go for Stella?? Relax and enjoy how the story unfolds./0/84887/coverorgin.jpg?v=fb91d7a1069b699a04a9db26a478fdf9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
No Love, Only Ash
Ten years. A decade of my life, meticulously built into a future with Liam, complete with a secret I was about to reveal: two thin blue lines on a test stick. Then my phone buzzed, a live video from Chloe-his old muse, the ghost I could never banish. And there he was, leaning against his Mustang at an illegal street race, Chloe' s arm looped through his, her voice purring, "Look who I've got with me… He said he' d win this race for me." My carefully constructed world shattered, the beautiful dinner, the white rose, the secret blooming inside me, all felt like a cruel joke. Every therapy session, every late-night talk, every time I' d pulled him back from the brink, mocked by her triumphant smirk as she declared, "Some people just spend their lives cleaning up messes... We make the beautiful messes." The subtle scent of her cloying perfume clung to him when he finally came home, a stark contrast to his flimsy excuses. And then, the next morning, I found it – a pot of beef soup simmering on our stove, made with peanuts, an ingredient that could kill me, prepared for her. The final insult came in the form of a field of white roses, delivered to our home, a grand gesture of apology meant not for me, but for his "wildfire" Chloe. He had called me "Ava," someone who "takes care of things," a mere housekeeper to his grand, destructive passion. But I was done burning. With a single, one-way ticket in hand, and the sound of his whispered endearments to Chloe echoing in my ears, I made a choice that morning: I wasn't just leaving him, I was reclaiming myself./0/73780/coverorgin.jpg?v=a6ec20acaef112812570a0c6d185ded5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Baby, The Billionaire And The Ex-husband's Ruin
"I loved you, but at the same time, I never really did." Ariana Sinclair gave Dominic Lancaster everything... her love, her trust, and the brilliant idea that built his billion-dollar empire. She stood by his side when they had nothing, only to be tossed aside when he had everything. The final betrayal? Catching him in his office with a hooker. When she demanded a divorce and her share of the company, he smirked and told her the truth: It was all in his name. She never really had anything. Now, Ariana is done playing nice. She wants revenge, even if it means destroying the man she once loved. But one reckless night derails everything. A one-night stand with a stranger. A pregnancy she never planned. And just when she thinks she can keep her secrets buried, Jaxon Reid walks into her life, determined to be part of his child's future. To make things worse, Dominic wants her back, convinced the baby is his. Now, Ariana is caught between two powerful men, a revenge plan spiralling out of control, and a future she never saw coming. Revenge was supposed to be simple. But when love, regret, and betrayal collide, nothing ever is./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./0/52974/coverorgin.jpg?v=e68e2ef8f8784ec7007c35b17fbf08b9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Rebirth Of A Scorned Heiress
Betrayal begets the darkest shadows, within its grasp, wealth transforms into a tool for revenge. Victoria Hamilton, once a privileged heiress, faced a terrifying death orchestrated by her family, leaving her legacy in the hands of deceitful kin. Fate, however, is inclined to rewrite cruel tales, and death is not always final. Reborn as Lily Turner from humble beginnings, Victoria carries the flames of revenge, armed with intelligence and fueled by ambition. As Victoria now Lily embarks on a determined journey to rebuild the empire stolen from her in a past life. Guided by her ruthless desire for justice, Lily journeys the vicious world of business, rising from the ashes into a formidable force. Memories of the past propel her forward, and scars become her stepping stones to triumph. "The Rebirth of a Scorned Heiress" unfolds as a tale of vengeance and triumph, as once an abandoned heiress will stop at nothing to reclaim what is rightfully hers, with ambition, resilience, and the taste of revenge. In this altercation with shadows of the past, a new legacy emerges from Victoria's unwavering determination. Will her empire be the sweetest revenge, or will the haunting shadows of the past persist?/0/84105/coverorgin.jpg?v=8356d8b4316505b827102de8af706fff&imageMogr2/format/webp)
When Loyalty Crumbles
After a year overseas building a skyscraper that put our firm on the map, all I wanted was to get back home to my wife, Jenny. But the moment I saw her at the airport, my world tilted; she was visibly pregnant, at least five months along, and the baby wasn't mine. Her chilling explanation? It was her childhood friend Wes' s child, his "only chance," and she expected me to embrace this "sacrifice" as a twisted form of debt repayment for a "perfect marriage image." Then, Wes moved into our home, a constant, smug reminder of my betrayal, culminating in Jenny slapping me and labeling me a "violent drunk" when I dared to defend myself against his taunts. I couldn't fathom how the woman I loved could so coldly betray me and then blame me, but as I prepared to leave, I stumbled upon a flash drive she'd left, hinting at a truth far darker than I could imagine-a hidden plot that would force me to fight not for a broken marriage, but for her very safety./0/86608/coverorgin.jpg?v=e33ee94e78dbbe2fe8ccd3fd36342936&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Devotion, Her Deception
The roar of the crowd was a distant hum as I stood backstage, a velvet box in my hand, ready to surprise Chloe-the woman I loved, the dancer poised for victory. Her voice, clear and musical, drifted through her dressing room door, casually dismissing me to the host: "Ethan? He' s just a suitor, one of many." Then came the colder blow, a dismissive laugh as she added, "Some people just have more money than sense... A bit of a gold-digger, you could say, just for status instead of money." The word "gold-digger" hit me like a physical punch, forcing the box containing the "Starry Night" necklace-a symbol of my months-long devotion and sacrifice-to clatter to the concrete floor. Suddenly, every anonymous donation, every chauffeur drive, every hidden act of support over the years twisted into a stark, humiliating truth: I hadn't been building a future; I had merely been funding her present. Later, in the lobby, she paraded a new man, Leo, as her "soul connection," while casually introducing me as an "old friend from back home," making sure to emphasize the word friend. Leo then went on to serenade her, turning his performance into a public jab at me, declaring, "Some gifts don't come in a box. They come from the soul. They can't be bought." The irony was suffocating. I, Ethan Miller, the "tech CEO" who had built an empire from nothing, was being cast as the materialistic fool, outshone by a performative, "spiritual" artist. And Chloe, the woman I loved more than anything, gave me a fleeting glance that screamed, "Don't make a scene." The love I held for her, so deep and foundational, began to crumble, replaced by a cold, hard resolve. I walked out of that theater, leaving the illusion behind, knowing one thing for sure: if money was all I valued, at least money had never lied to me. But the real question remained: What was she really worth? And what was he hiding?/0/63299/coverorgin.jpg?v=914c92e44e086ac6fa9b9d4f15983829&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Psychopathic love
"We shouldn't be doing this" "I'll be the one calling the shots honey, bend over." Kiara has never been one to mess around. Being the daughter of the CEO of Lux Empire, she has it all. But, she works hard, lives a silent life, and gets by happily. When Luca Ettore, her father's best friend, slips into it, she isn't sure how to go about it. The sexual tension is undeniable, and the way he makes her feel is illicit. It's a mess, a whirlwind of love and pain, tears and shocking revelations as they travel through a timeline of their own. Will their love rise above societal expectations? Or will it all come crashing down?/0/85826/coverorgin.jpg?v=80f0042f3eccdddf42728301d55f75f2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Betrayal, Her Broken Heart
My life with Ethan Thorne, a rising tech mogul, was a perfect painting-until the charity auction. What started as a glamorous night celebrating my husband' s success turned into a public nightmare when deeply private journals and relics from my archaeologist parents were put up for bid, transforming their life' s work into a humiliating spectacle. My pleas for him to stop were met with a chilling confession: "I arranged it." He needed something from me-the Obsidian Heart, our most treasured family heirloom, for a young designer named Chloe Davis. His threat? More embarrassing personal items of my parents would be revealed if I refused. But this was only the beginning. The "donation agreement" I was forced to sign wasn't for an artifact; it was for my kidney. He needed a matching donor for Chloe, and he had orchestrated everything, transforming the man I loved into a stranger. Worse, this scheme indirectly led to my parents' tragic deaths. In my grief-stricken and vulnerable state, I stumbled into an unbearable reality: Ethan, once my loving husband, now remembered nothing of our shared dreams or promises. He looked at me with cold indifference, his heart and devotion solely for Chloe. I vowed to escape, to reclaim myself from the wreckage of his betrayal./0/51097/coverorgin.jpg?v=f46a7c431d7124a9907f6c58c7e96321&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Beloved Old Lover
On the day Emily returned to the country, she received a request from her father: to flirt with her ex-lover to marry him and save the Wine company, which was on the verge of bankruptcy. In the flickering light of candles and melodious melodies surrounding them, Kevin used force to hug Emily's small waist, pulling her close to his face and whispering: “Emily, your face is also really thick. Do you think you can still seduce me after you've abandoned me?” “Aren't you hugging me? You chose me to be your dance partner, not the other girls, right?” Emily curled her lips and asked. “Don't be too confident about yourself. I'm just worried that you'll seduce my little brother.” Kevin smiled scornfully. “Then try to hug me tight. If you let go of me, I will seduce your brother.”/0/56416/coverorgin.jpg?v=0ecfb0f53c4b93051daa613f9ef9acd2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Marrying Mr. Arrogant
“I only married you for revenge. You are not my wife nor will I ever consider you one.” *** When the cold-hearted billionaire, Dariel Cannedy, got cheated by his ex-wife, he decided to marry Saafia Blooms as revenge. To him, it was- ‘My employee married my wife and I will marry his girlfriend. Simple as that.’- just to hurt the cheaters, to break them, to make them suffer. Saafia was against all of it, she believed in forgiveness, in kindness but Dariel’s heart was tainted black. Two people. Different thoughts, emotions, lives, demeanor. They were like light and dark. Still got married. Working this mismatched marriage was impossible; an incomplete tale- can they make the impossible possible?/0/82541/coverorgin.jpg?v=2c0d21c19334f105ee679a6e202a1c4e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
