Romance Books for Women
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Rising From Ashes: The Betrayed Fiancée's Comeback
For eight years, I played the role of the perfect, submissive fiancée to New York billionaire Ethan Hayes, giving up my jewelry design career to be the graceful ornament on his arm. That was until I found a receipt for a romantic dinner and a custom sapphire bracelet—identical to my engagement gift—meant for Chloe, a younger socialite. When Chloe deliberately spilled red wine on my white gown at the Met Gala, Ethan didn't defend me. Instead, he shielded his mistress from the cameras and glared at me. "Ava, apologize to Chloe. Now." My humiliation didn't end there. I soon discovered his mother had sanctioned the affair all along just to protect their corporate alliances, telling me my job was simply to learn tolerance. To the Hayes dynasty, I was nothing but a compliant broodmare. Even worse, Ethan was secretly plotting to merge our assets after the wedding so he could fully control and eventually discard me. I had sacrificed my youth, my talent, and my identity for a man who viewed our entire relationship as a calculated business transaction. The sheer, naked cruelty of it left me feeling completely dehumanized and suffocated in a gilded cage. But I didn't cry, and I didn't confront him. Instead, I smiled, pretended to forgive his "minor indiscretions," and threw myself into planning the most lavish, highly-publicized engagement party at the Metropolitan Museum of Art. They wanted a show, so I was going to give them a spectacular execution./0/40465/coverorgin.jpg?v=5fe1335ef3017d7505ceb016a705d086&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Billionaire's Weird Love
"We both know this match is not our will. For that reason, I'm offering you a contract." My eyes widened in shock at Harrison's words-an open proposal from a man I had only met for the first time. What the average family could never pull off happened effortlessly among the right people. I scanned through the printed agreement in my hands. No interference in each other's personal lives Absolute confidentiality of the marriage contract, agreed upon by both parties The marriage shall last a minimum of two years. If separation is still difficult to implement after that period, the contract may be extended until circumstances permit otherwise Some of the clauses were... interesting. A contract like this wasn't natural for a couple about to get married. But strangely, it made me feel more prepared than blindly stepping into the unknown as a member of the Marcus family. "I deliberately left the last page blank," Harrison said calmly, tapping the paper with his finger. "Please write your conditions." His assistant smoothly placed a ballpoint pen into my hand. I didn't hesitate. Respect both families as one No physical contact Separate bedrooms I've always preferred being alone. I've never had a boyfriend-and I never cared to. Unfortunately, my sister did. She was in love, yet she had been betrothed to a billionaire's son she was now being forced to marry. I pitied her. So I made a decision that changed everything. I replaced her. Harrison Marcus, the billionaire's son, didn't want to marry a stranger either. So he proposed a contract-to me. Helping my sister. A marriage without love. A deal that would end in divorce. Or so we thought. Two years later, we planned to file for divorce and walk away like strangers. But contracts don't account for feelings... and neither did we./0/86614/coverorgin.jpg?v=3066f9ed4c86d310a90c06c63d7407c8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Wedding Wreckage To Starlight
For ten years, Olivia Hayes was my universe. As an astrophysicist, I understood the vastness of space, but she was my sun, the center of my gravity, for whom I even gave up career opportunities. Our wedding day was meant to be the culmination of our decade-long love. But the day before our wedding, searching for a photo album, I stumbled upon a shoebox filled with letters and recent photos confirming her ongoing affair with Liam, her high school ex. My meticulously built life crumbled, revealing I was nothing more than a "safety net," a "formality." The next day, a ghost at my own wedding, I watched as Liam crashed the ceremony, publicly declared his "love" for Olivia, and then shoved me, breaking my leg. Olivia, instead of rushing to my aid, accused me of making a scene and left with Liam, prioritizing his fake panic attack over my real injury. In the hospital, she ignored my calls, then chastised me for needing her, demanding I give her my grandmother's ring for Liam's "peace of mind." She stole it while I was recovering. She then audaciously invited me to a "getting back on track" family BBQ, a cruel public spectacle where Liam played the happy host. There, she threatened to ruin my reputation if I didn't play along. She chased me to my hotel, attempting a desperate seduction, but when Liam called, her true priority became clear. She rushed to his side again, leaving me heartbroken and alone. Olivia, in a twisted display, held a "makeup wedding" where Liam, not me, was the groom. He shoved me again, breaking my leg a second time, and Olivia, with icy fury, had me thrown out. The security guard, though sympathetic, delivered the final blow: a note from me, leaving her with the words: "I loved you. Goodbye." She eventually found me in Chile, begging, but faced with my calm finality and another woman by my side, her illusion shattered. She spiraled into abandonment, ultimately consumed by her own web of deceit, while I found peace under the clear Chilean stars./0/99129/coverorgin.jpg?v=1b2b751b1891a3560407305b0b82d602&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Bound by Fate, Freed by Love
Grace Donovan never believed in fairy tales especially not the kind that begin with an arranged marriage. When her family forces her to marry Adrian Cole, a man she's never met but everyone secretly desires, she's ready for battle, not romance. Adrian is everything Grace despises arrogant, composed, and dangerously charming. Their marriage begins as a transaction: cold, loveless, and bound by duty. But beneath the tension and resentment, something unexpected begins to bloom. With every argument, every stolen glance, every quiet act of care, the line between hate and love starts to fade. And when the walls finally crumble, both are left standing in the ruins exposed, vulnerable, and deeply in love. But love forged in fire must survive the storm. Secrets, pride, and old wounds threaten to tear them apart again. Until one day, they realize the truth: They weren't forced together by fate. They were chosen for each other all along. A breathtaking tale of enemies turned lovers, broken hearts mended, and a marriage that becomes the greatest love story of all./0/22162/coverorgin.jpg?v=678ceeb17e4e7dd8e0dec470af9d780f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Unbinding Love
Carrie Zaverelli was hated by her entire family and despised by the one boy she truly loved. On the night of her birthday, her father murdered her for seeing him kill a man in cold blood. Years later she's back with a plan, to avenge her death and tear down her family and she won't spare anyone including her first love./1/109141/coverorgin.jpg?v=0e5b0ec37e24a501fab58cd261513c58&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Falling for a CEO from another world
"When she no longer believed in promises or happy endings, love crossed entire worlds to show her that magic still existed." Laura C. Unexpected designs... Or simply capricious games of fate. A human who thinks she has lost all reason to live plunges into a world of fantasies and fangs that make her be born again. A story full of passion, fantasy, vampires, and other species that will make you shudder... Read with me and let your imagination reach wherever Valentin will take you./0/60802/coverorgin.jpg?v=8828c25b95360c8cbd4752f494fc5203&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Farewell, My Love
In the year Bryan loved me the most, I hooked up with a wealthy man and dumped him. He swore he would make me regret it. When we met again, he had become a powerful business tycoon. Everyone knew he had an ex-girlfriend he despised. He said, "She should just die; a woman like her doesn't deserve to live in this world!" He didn't know that I had a terminal illness. I didn't have long to live./0/86927/coverorgin.jpg?v=29298d25f996564e7687611c5e62b5a3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Divorce for True Love
The pregnancy test showed two lines. I was pregnant, overjoyed. Then Olivia, my husband Liam' s childhood friend, announced her own pregnancy. That night, Liam told me Olivia' s baby was his. To protect her, he needed me to say my baby wasn' t his, that I had been unfaithful. My world shattered. He demanded I take the blame, destroy our child' s legitimacy for her reputation. When I protested, tears streaming, he sighed impatiently, coldly stating it was "the right thing." He then left to check on Olivia, leaving his pregnant wife devastated. The next day, I learned he planned to take Olivia abroad. I called his mother, Sarah, sobbing out his betrayal. She promised to help, but Liam then locked me in our room, confiscating my phone and keys, declaring, "You are not touching that baby. It' s a Stone, and it will be born." He wanted control, not care. I couldn' t let my child be born into this lie. At my birthday party, Liam shamelessly celebrated Olivia and their baby, letting his family publicly humiliate and accuse me of infidelity. Olivia and her parents then staged a fall, framing me, and demanding I leave. Liam, oblivious, chose her. I was sick with rage, humiliation, and utter disbelief. How could this man, my husband, betray me so completely, destroy our life, and then force this charade upon me? With Sarah' s help, I made my decision. That same day, I left with the divorce papers and booked an appointment. I was freeing myself, and my child, from his cruel control and this toxic charade./0/75820/coverorgin.jpg?v=65d19d6cc8fd19ff0990ac7a6a74b941&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Divine Pact
Thea Gibson lived a perfectly ordinary life. By day, she served drinks at the local bar, earning just enough to pay the rent and keep her bills from piling up. She wasn't one for extravagant spending, preferring quiet nights at home with her nose buried in the latest paranormal fantasy novel. It was easier to get lost in a world of mythical creatures and epic battles than face the real one, where she tried-and often failed-to suppress the awkwardness that followed her like a shadow. Most nights, she relished her solitude, but that didn't stop her best friend Shae from dragging her to parties. "You need to get out more!" Shae would say with that infectious energy that made it impossible to say no. Thea would end up surrounded by strangers, nursing a drink in a corner, wishing she could escape into the pages of her book instead of pretending to enjoy herself. The only bright spot? Detective Josh Cooper. He was always there, with his captivating smile and those deep eyes that seemed to see right through her. Thea had a secret crush on him. But that was all it was-a harmless fantasy. That all changed one fateful night. The bar was quieter than usual when a figure appeared in the doorway. The air seemed to crackle with electricity as Thea stared at him. He was tall, his presence undeniable, with a calm confidence that seemed at odds with the tension in the room. Before she could even process what was happening, a group of monstrous creatures-Titans, she later learned-charged toward her. Panic surged in her chest. But before they could reach her, the man was there, moving with blinding speed, his hand raised. A bolt of light shot from his fingers, and the Titans disintegrated into smoke. "I'm Hermes," he said, voice smooth as silk. "Messenger of the Gods. And you, Thea, are a reincarnated deity with a destiny you've yet to remember." The words felt surreal. Thea opened her mouth to protest, but the world around her seemed to shift, and suddenly she wasn't sure what was real anymore. "What are you talking about?" she demanded. Hermes smiled, the corner of his lips curling up with a mysterious knowing. "You're about to find out. The Titans are free. And it's up to you to send Cronos back to Tartarus." Thea shook her head in disbelief. "This is insane." "You're not the first to refuse the truth," Hermes said, his tone soft, but unwavering. "But you will be the one to stop him." Everything she'd known, every bit of normalcy she clung to, crumbled in that instant./0/80826/coverorgin.jpg?v=77046b0cc43860ae4b43c460f0995970&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Secret Billionaire Protector
Three years after her fiancé, Ethan Vance, supposedly drowned, Ava Miller finds herself enduring quiet grief at a tech mixer. Suddenly, across the crowded room, she spots him: Ethan, alive, vibrant, and laughing with a new, flashy woman. He shamelessly boasts about faking his death and his "amnesia," making Ava's years of sorrow seem like a cruel joke. Ethan and his new fiancée, Chloe, publicly humiliate Ava, mocking her appearance and implying she’s a desperate failure still clinging to the past. When Ava calmly reveals she’s married, they sneer, rejecting her simple platinum band and accusing her of being a pathetic liar, especially when she mentions the name Julian Thorne. Things escalate at their lavish wedding where, in a calculated setup, Ava is publicly disgraced, covered in wedding cake. Then, in a shocking display of cruelty, Ethan deliberately stomps on her hand, breaking her finger, while the crowd laughs and calls for her removal. Trapped, humiliated, and in agonizing pain, Ava's desperate plea about her true husband is met with vicious mockery. But just as all hope seems lost, a figure steps through the crowd, holding the hand of a small boy: Julian Thorne himself, and their son, Leo. His icy gaze, fixed on his injured wife and their child, promises an unleashing of power that will redefine everyone’s future./0/43594/coverorgin.jpg?v=e2336275480ab4004a5c51fa8ba48f9f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Contract With The Mafia Boss
'I hate when people don't do what I say! I'll make sure you never go against what I say again!' Celine's dress was torn without any warning from Leon. As she covered up, Celine's eyes got bigger. Leon is so angry that it makes her feel uneasy. 'Leon, please...'begged Celine as she moved away... As she watched Leon take off his clothes, her whole body shook. Celine tries to get out of bed, but Leon is quick. He quickly pins his naked body to her, so Celine has no choice but to stay under him. 'You are mine!' Leon said, 'Those are mine!' and grabbed Celine's lips with force as his hand touched a sensitive part of her body. Leon is bigger and stronger than Celine, so her fight is pointless... 'Leon Bridgerton, I hate you! "I despise you!' Celine remarks. Because Leon bit her a few times, she can taste the blood in her mouth. 'You can hate me all you want, but you will do what I say!' Leon answers and then puts his hand on Celine's breast./0/32487/coverorgin.jpg?v=ce1d14dd9347a5c3c95c7d2e445d792f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Mr CEO You're Dumped
Daniel mistook Wendy for an ordinary girl who nursed him when he had a car accident. However, he didn’t know that the nurse was actually the only heiress of the biggest enterprise. Daniel married Wendy not because of love, and then divorced her because his ex-gf came back to him. Suffered enough humiliation and grievance, Wendy didn’t love Daniel anymore, and went back to inherit all the property, and that’s when Daniel regretted divorcing her and now he wants her back. Will Wendy agree to marry him again?/0/23883/coverorgin.jpg?v=be866406f0c8ea2ff1b3f9e650dc34b8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Mending My Broken Heart
Falling in love is like falling off a cliff, where your brain says, DON'T DO IT! YOU WILL DIE! But stupid heart says, JUST DO IT! I CAN FLY! ••••• Beautiful, yet introvert, self conscious, nerd, JIVIKA SINGHANIA is head over heels in love with Ranbir. RANBIR KHURANA, one of the most eligible bachelor and business tycoon, who is the craze among women is totally into RADHIKA SINGHANIA, Jivika's cousin. RADHIKA is well aware of Ranbir's love and Ranbir is her life but She can't love her life more than her dreams and Freedom... Things go nasty When circumstances take a turn for the worst and bring together Jivika and Ranbir. Amidst twists, lies, ambitions, passions, betrayals Jivika finds herself stuck at the receiving end of Ranbir and Radhika's hatred. Believing that she's responsible for destroying their lives, the two lovers leave no stone unturned in making Jivika's life a living hell. Will Jivika ever be able to get out of her pain and problems? What game would destiny play with the trio? Is life that simple? Ranbir, who hates Jivika, to what extent would he go for hurting her? When testing time comes, who's love would prevail and who's love would fail?/0/81139/coverorgin.jpg?v=2e215229f0f80880d285e3cd0d91ff6c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Bet
Scarlett Morgan, a college student, lived paycheck to paycheck, working miserable jobs. For a year, she played the ultimate fangirl, utterly devoted to arrogant football captain, Blake Cunningham. Every demeaning errand, every public snub, she accepted with a forced smile. It was all part of a twisted, high-stakes bet against her childhood rival, Julian Vance. The Christmas Gala, the bet's deadline, had arrived. Scarlett, homemade cake in hand, prepared for the final act: a public "love" confession to Blake. But an enraged Tiffany Hayes, Blake's childhood friend, suddenly attacked. Tiffany, seeing Julian's protective move, smashed a cake onto his face. As the university clock chimed midnight, shattering the ballroom's silence, Scarlett's control snapped. A year of feigned adoration and silent suffering boiled over. The carefully constructed "simp" mask crumbled. This was now about every insult, every patronizing glance, every humiliation she had endured. How dare they treat Scarlett Anastasia Morgan, a hidden heiress, with such contempt? Fueled by simmering fury, Scarlett unleashed a shocking public retaliation. The game was over, but the real reckoning had just begun./0/90056/coverorgin.jpg?v=594dc8d853a7488cdcdfe663e102e546&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Vengeance is a Silent Waltz
My sister was dying, and my husband, Alex, refused to let me see her. "Diamond's comfort is my priority," he said over the phone, his voice cold. "She's not comfortable with you there." Diamond. The woman who supposedly took a bullet for him. A debt he was repaying with my life. His repayment plan had already cost me my future. He stood by impassively as I was forced to sign sterilization papers, ensuring Diamond, who claimed the bullet had left her barren, would never have to see him have a child with another woman. They smeared my name in the press, painting me as an unstable addict whose "violent outburst" led to my sister's hospitalization. At the funeral they planned without me, they announced their plan to send me to a "facility" for my own good. The night before their wedding, he came home drunk. He grabbed me, his hands roaming my body in a grotesque parody of intimacy, and whispered her name. "Diamond." Something inside me finally shattered. I shoved him off me, screaming my own name. The next morning, Diamond stood on our doorstep, a triumphant smile on her face, calling me a barren, washed-up musician who couldn't even keep her own sister alive. Looking at them, the monster and his master, I felt nothing but a cold, clear resolve. I turned and walked away from the wreckage of my life. It was time to erase Erica Wade and build someone new. Someone who would burn their world to the ground./0/83955/coverorgin.jpg?v=0197f6b07bbfd37eadec514c859b80df&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late For Apologies, Andrew
My husband, Andrew, a promising politician, asked me for a divorce for the eighth time. It was always the same drill: his 'childhood best friend,' Gabby, would throw a tantrum, threaten his mayoral campaign, and he' d oblige, promising to "fix it later." This time, the exhaustion was bone-deep, but when we sat in our lawyer' s office, something felt different. Chloe, the paralegal, grimly asked if she should schedule the reconciliation filing for next month, as usual. "There won't be a next time," I heard myself say, shocking even myself. But Andrew, ever the politician, just gave a weak, placating excuse about calming Gabby, just like always. Later, I walked into our brownstone to find Gabby and Andrew in the kitchen, laughing amidst a flour-dusted mess. My obsessively neat husband, covered in flour, asked if I could whip up Gabby's favorite coq au vin. "No," I said, a word that felt foreign on my tongue. Andrew' s face flushed; he shoved me, then dragged me by the arm and locked me in the dusty pantry, telling me I' d stay there until I learned to be "a supportive wife." Hours later, Gabby opened the door, sneered, and drenched me with a bucket of ice water. Something inside me, long dormant, snapped. I lunged, swung the empty bucket, and caught her head with a dull thud. Andrew rushed in, saw Gabby crying, grabbed a handful of my wet hair, and roared, "You crazy bitch! Apologize to her, or get the hell out of my house right now!" "Okay," I said, pulling out my phone. He looked confused. "Okay, what?" "Okay, I'll get out." I finally dialed Wesley, my old architecture mentor, the man Andrew had demanded I cut out of my life years ago. "Wesley?" I whispered, tears pricking my eyes. "Can you... can you come get me?" He didn' t ask why. "Send me the address. I'm on my way." This time, there was no turning back./0/85363/coverorgin.jpg?v=ec055e6c0ab05df19398b3a65bc36d2b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Sacrificed Everything For Nothing
For eight years, I poured my soul into this prestigious firm, fueled by a secret, burning love for my boss, David Chen. I pushed my own artistic dreams aside, endured endless hours, and navigated the cutthroat corporate world, all for a crumb of his attention, a fleeting nod of approval. Then came Emily, the charming new junior architect who effortlessly captured the warmth and affection David had always withheld from me. In a brutal office confrontation, he publicly dismissed me, then I later discovered the devastating truth: a calendar notification on his phone, "Dinner with Emily's parents. Discuss ring." My world shattered. The love I' d built my life around was a mirage, and I was just an invisible cog in David' s meticulously planned future. The sting of rejection, the deep, soul-crushing humiliation of realizing I had sacrificed everything for nothing, left me reeling. He hadn' t just overlooked me for a promotion; he' d completely erased me from a future I' d foolishly dared to dream of. But then, as I clutched my signed resignation letter, the anger ignited a new path. I wasn't just walking away; I was running towards a future uniquely my own, a destiny far removed from David Chen and the hollow ambitions of corporate life./0/87866/coverorgin.jpg?v=11a48b3f2514ab19d60a1d0c2d3d34e1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
You Are Mine, Little Sister
I always wanted a big brother. Someone to love and protect me. So, when he did come home that day with daddy, I was the happiest. But little did I know my new brother was a monster. A psychopath any sane human should avoid. I needed saving from him. But what do I do when the one person that was supposed to save me from my brother was actually him? ****** Her whole life, Rali has always craved to be loved by the right man. To give her virginity to someone deserving who would cherish her forever. But what happens when she gets stuck with the 'wrong' man? And worst of it, her big brother? How does she run from a man who controls the world? And what does she do when secrets from her past come out to hunt her? PLEASE NOTE: This book is an extremely DARK romance with explicit scenes. The male character is the kind of villain you want to avoid. He does things that might be unacceptable. Please take note before you dive into this extraordinary journey./0/84581/coverorgin.jpg?v=89aaa099446b282757676921c8879833&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Heart's Sorrow Unboxed
The world slammed back into me in a dizzying rush. One moment, oblivion. The next, I was back in a familiar bed, the sun warm, the scent of roses faint. My heart seized at the June 12th calendar-the day it all began to unravel in my first life, the day before Richard announced he was funneling our savings into his first love' s art gallery. Then he walked in, handsome and dismissive, still my husband, yet a stranger. The sight of him brought nothing but a hollow echo. I stood by the fireplace, a silent observer as Vivian Hayes, ethereal and artfully fragile, entered the room, captivating Richard with a tenderness he' d never shown me. Later, the final piece of the puzzle clicked into place: a beautifully wrapped gift, a silver hairpin "Heart' s Sorrow," a sketch Vivian had made, fumbled into my hands by a clearly distracted Richard. My husband had handed me a gift meant for his artistic mistress, the one he had always loved more. The bitter taste of betrayal choked me. This time, I closed the box and pushed it back across the table. "I think you' ve made a mistake," I said, my voice clear as a bell, shattering the forced cheer of the family dinner. The silence was deafening, Margaret' s smile frozen, Richard' s jaw tight, Vivian' s face a mask of shock. I placed my napkin on the table, the desire for divorce no longer a desperate plea, but a cold, final business decision. "If you'll excuse me," I said, walking away from the stunned table, leaving behind the wreckage of a life I was no longer willing to live. I was alive, I was back, and this time, I was going to rewrite my own story./0/33739/coverorgin.jpg?v=9648ca7a8023f159a6ba32d5218f1ab4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
