Romance Books for Women
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One Nightstand With My Boyfriend's Twin
*Blurb : I slept with my boyfriend's twin brother- a mafia don. One wild, drunk night, I gave in to him at his family's masquerade ball, only to discover too late that the man who held me was not Nikolai, my loving boyfriend. It was his twin, Kieran Petrov, the feared Don of the NY Mafia. A cruel man with blood on his hands. Now, I hold a devastating secret. I'm pregnant, and I have no clue which brother is the father. So when I decide to come clean to Nikolai and get closure before I leave the city, I find out a grave secret. Nikolai had been cheating with my best friend for years. So I run away, leaving it all behind and going into hiding. However, the Petrov family has enemies- foes that want the only heir of the family dead. But Kieran tracks me down. He brings me back and presents me with a deal I can't refuse. Marry him and receive protection or stay where I am and die. I should hate him- in fact I do. He had known I was his brother's girlfriend and he still went ahead to make love to me. But I have no choice- I sign the contract and become Kieran's contract wife. It's just for protection...nothing else. At least that's what I think./0/94298/coverorgin.jpg?v=d51bcbfb8e028d9b17ef82095ae5dced&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Eighty-Eight Betrayals, One Escape
My fiancé stood me up for the 88th time, leaving me at the courthouse to rush to his adopted sister' s side. I went home and overheard their twisted plan: they wanted me to get sterilized so I could raise their secret love child. When his sister later tried to poison me, he screamed at me to apologize. He even locked me in the basement, knowing my severe claustrophobia, to punish me for "upsetting her." The man I loved was a monster, and I had been his fool. After he left on a business trip, I packed my bags, accepted a dream job across the country, and sent him one last text. "We are over."/0/84889/coverorgin.jpg?v=80a439fe9d66c36e14c12eedb19d8723&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Own Making: A Family
The familiar scent of my Aunt Carol' s pot roast once symbolized family, now it was the smell of my personal hell. My fiancé, Michael, sat beside me, urging me to eat, while my cousin Bethany feigned illness, subtly pressuring me to give up my Star-Tech internship for her. In my first life, I capitulated, sacrificing my hard-earned opportunity because Bethany "wanted" it, swayed by her theatrics and my family' s relentless pressure. That decision was the beginning of the end, leading to a life of quiet desperation, watching my dreams handed to my manipulative cousin while I was praised for my "understanding." It ended in a hospital bed, alone, broken, and dying, while Michael and Bethany planned their wedding. The cold, sterile memory of that flatlining heart monitor brought a wave of blinding nausea. But this time, it was different. This wasn' t a memory; it was a horrifying replay. "Actually," I stated, pulling my hand from Michael' s, my voice clear and steady as a bell, shocking everyone at the table, "I won' t be giving up the internship." A stunned silence fell, Bethany' s feigned sympathy replaced by immediate tears, Michael' s concern for her. My aunt snapped, calling me selfish, Bethany fragile. I pushed back my chair, declaring my decision was final, and walked out, leaving my untouched plate. This wasn' t a negotiation; it was a declaration of independence. The life they had planned for me was officially canceled. I sold my mother's jewelry, deleted Michael's texts, and applied to a university thousands of miles away. It was my second chance, a new beginning, and this time, I wouldn' t be a victim./0/50822/coverorgin.jpg?v=3f4ba4438ccdfee862335febad3ffc66&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Husband From Novel
This is the story of Swati, who dies in a car accident. But now when she opens her eyes, she finds herself inside a novel she was reading online at the time. But she doesn't want to be like the female lead and tries to avoid her stepmother, sister and the boy And during this time he meets Shivam Malik, who is the CEO of Empire in Mumbai. So what will decide the fate of this journey of this meeting of these two? What will be the meeting of Shivam and Tanya, their story of the same destination?/1/102085/coverorgin.jpg?v=fbae75416b0abe6ffed7094ff776115c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Divorce to Forever
This was the ninth time I had discovered women's clothing in my husband Carl Wade's storage cabinet that didn't belong to me. Each time, he brushed it off with excuses like "holding it for a colleague" or "a friend's prank," then hugged me tenderly and apologized. This time, what I found was a set of baby clothes. He still smiled and explained, "A new intern at the company is struggling financially. I'm just helping her out." I nodded and gently straightened his tie. "You're always so kind," I said. "Then let's go help her together right now." The smile on his face froze. Before he could come up with a new lie, I had already pulled him out the door and headed straight to the apartment across the hall. I knocked on the neighbor's door. The door opened, and our beautiful neighbor who had recently moved in and claimed to be single stood there holding a crying baby. She wore the exact same style of dress that had appeared in my husband's storage cabinet before. I smiled and looked at my husband's ashen face. "Honey, look how wonderful fate is. The intern you mentioned from the company turns out to live right across from us."/0/86836/coverorgin.jpg?v=bc9d35e33cfa2000517c04957c7d8bfa&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Chloe's Lie, Ethan's Escape
My life was a carefully constructed facade, built on obligation and unrequited promises. I was about to abandon it all for a new identity when I saw the photo: my fiancée, Chloe, beaming on a sun-drenched beach, wrapped in the arms of Leo Sterling, her childhood sweetheart. The date stamp was from the very afternoon she' d claimed a "spa day" with friends. Her engagement ring, the one I' d worked double shifts for a year to buy, was conspicuously absent in another photo of them clinking champagne glasses. Not pain, but a chilling clarity settled in. It wasn't just the cheating; it was the casual, smiling deception. I thought back to her father, Mr. Davis, who' d sponsored my medical school and, on his deathbed, made me promise to care for her. That promise had morphed into a relationship, then an engagement-a life bound by duty, not love. I' d paid off her six-figure debt, bought her apartment, and endured her every whim, while she kept old photos of Leo in a box under her bed and ignored my near-fatal allergy to asparagus. Now, he was back, openly claiming her, and she was betraying me with a smile. Disgusted, not angry, I made a decision. Africa was no longer an escape; it was a destination. I would give them each other, and I would take my freedom back./1/115712/coverorgin.jpg?v=18e7a28ec274404c6d9a3106cc79def0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Cruel Elite - A Mafia Romance
Two years ago, Noah Boone broke my heart. This semester, he's coming to break the rest of me. Noah Boone is a cruel, gorgeous beast. He's got a head full of darkness... And a heart dead-set on revenge. For two years, we've lived by a single rule. Pretend the past never happened. But with one semester left at Ravenlake Academy, that truce has come to a sudden end. Our secrets are coming to light. The twisted sins that bind us together. I'm left with an impossible choice: Submit to the bully who ruined my world... Or watch in fear as he ruins what's left./0/87485/coverorgin.jpg?v=af14b93a878b039ca88f949b218f1868&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Deception, Her Redemption
The silence in our house was heavy, broken only by the sound of my husband' s brother being lowered into the ground. A month later, the silence was replaced by something worse. My brother-in-law' s widow, Falon, was pregnant, and my husband, Cyrus, decided she was moving in with us. "It' s for the baby, Kelsey," he said, his voice flat. He didn't look at me. He was looking at Falon, who stood by the door with her single suitcase, looking pale and fragile. "She needs support. It' s my brother' s child." I watched as Falon slowly, subtly, began to take over my life. She' d wait outside the bathroom with a fresh towel for Cyrus, claiming it was habit. She' d knock on our bedroom door late at night, feigning nightmares, pulling Cyrus away for hours of "comfort." The breaking point came when I heard Cyrus massaging her swollen feet, just as her late husband used to. I dropped the knife I was holding. It clattered against the counter. I wanted to hear Cyrus say no. I wanted him to tell her that was inappropriate, that I was his wife. Instead, I heard his low, soothing voice. "Of course, Falon. Just put them up here." I had given up everything for him, becoming a "pick-me" girl, constantly seeking his approval. Now, watching him cater to her every whim, I realized I didn't even recognize the woman staring back at me in the mirror. That night, I called my father. "Dad," I said, my voice shaking. "I want a divorce."/0/81645/coverorgin.jpg?v=c5a8879578e9391d866b1a9d1122edf2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Old? Watch Me Build An Empire
On our twelfth anniversary, I spent hours preparing a perfect dinner for Mark, Apex Digital CEO. I' d given up my tech career, believing we were building our grand future together. He arrived three hours late, reeking of expensive perfume. He dismissed my efforts, glued to his phone. Next morning, his assistant, Brittany, flaunted a designer watch-a gift from him-in a "candid" Instagram post. Then, her email: an ultrasound, CC' d to me, taunting me about Mark' s excitement for "a real family" and calling me "too old." "You' re getting on a bit for a family now, aren' t you?" Mark sneered, openly confirming his affair. He gaslit me, claiming I let my career go, while his multi-million dollar Apex empire was secretly founded on my stolen intellectual property from our original startup. "Too old." "Real family." The words burned. He' d betrayed me, built his success on my forgotten genius, then casually cast me aside. The injustice was profound: how could the man I loved claim my life' s work and discard me so callously? As despair threatened, my grandmother Eleanor' s wisdom echoed: "Always have your own nest egg. And keep copies." She' d meticulously preserved my original patent filings. Mark' s "buyout" was a sham; Apex was my brainchild. A powerful spark ignited. It was time not just for divorce, but to reclaim what was mine and dismantle his fraudulent empire./0/18053/coverorgin.jpg?v=ea9b2867f96103440869e2773e59247e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Rose
Abused. Tortured. Forced. Who would have known that she is worth a million dollars? Elia Dominic Morello, an experienced killer and also professionally known as someone who is in the Mafia. His dark stormy eyes have saw violence, his tanned rough hands have done violence and his perky full lips have said threats of death. He had gone through pain . . . suffering and all the possibility of making him stronger. All her ever did was for the sake of his family and his loved ones. His selfishness was to keep them safe without having to deal with the possibility of dying, with each passing day but it all changed when he found the ONE. Rose, beautiful yet prickly. She was like roses, indeed. But, she was also the woman he'd risk his entire life for . . . no matter the circumstances./0/69316/coverorgin.jpg?v=48017e98f925fe0c16bc5a11cb289a72&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Romantic Homicide
Sarah thought her marriage was her chance at happiness after a lifetime of hardship. She believed Jake, her husband, loved her, but dark secrets emerge, exposing that she is only a stand-in for Isabel, his brother's wife. Isabel, a woman who took over Sarah's life and stole her chance at gratitude, controls Sarah's world with manipulation and cruelty. As Sarah's pregnancy and plans to escape unravel, she discovers a way out with the surprising return of a man thought lost forever. But can she escape the cage they've built around her, or is it too late?/0/82294/coverorgin.jpg?v=81c35212b288798e5c3f3dc1ec304677&imageMogr2/format/webp)
No Love, Only Ruin
My father was jailed, our family disgraced. To save my dying mother, I married Ethan Blackwood, the CEO who ruined us. Our cold wedding; Ethan instantly declared it no love match. My father died a week later. I begged for mercy, but Ethan revealed my father drove his own to suicide-now I was his prisoner, his gilded cage. For five years, I lived as a beautiful facade, a tormented shadow. Ethan's relentless abuse, and his mistress Isabelle, a venomous fixture. Pregnant, a faint hope stirred. But Isabelle faked illness, accusing me of poison. Ethan believed her. He forced an injection, and I lost our child. My world shattered. That last glimmer of light extinguished. My mother' s pact became a cruel joke. He made me swallow contraceptives, then burned the small memorial I made for our son. "He was your son too!" I screamed. "How could you?" Truly nothing left. I walked out and climbed to the Starlight Observation Deck, ready to jump. Ethan appeared, frantic, revealing our son' s actual ashes were safe. Too late. "I'm tired, Ethan. So tired," I whispered, then jumped. I survived, but my will to live was gone. Ethan finally saw the monster he' d become, his revenge's devastating price. He begged for atonement. But as snow fell, my last words: "If there's a next life, let's not meet."/0/25191/coverorgin.jpg?v=45e08b39fc47c477447ab70178f70e4a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Lifelong Love
Before Edward proposed to Mary, they had only met each other for three days. Their first meeting was in the hijacked aeroplane, where Mary hit Edward before she was saved from the hijackers by him. After getting rid of the danger, Mary just found that Edward is the CEO of the most powerful corporation in the world. Being stopped in her place, she thought Edward was about to take revenge, however, to her surprise, Edward proposed to her with rose and diamond.../0/85863/coverorgin.jpg?v=35ebd10de9e494171137029aaf313c37&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Wife's Deadly Deception
The memory of our eighth anniversary was burned into my mind, a perfect image of how my life fell apart. My wife, Olivia, tearfully confessed to a one-night stand, blaming her assistant, Leo. She even picked up a shard of broken wine glass and dragged it across her arm. I loved her, and consumed by my own pain and desperate to save our marriage, I chose to believe her. Two years later, Leo sat across from me in a coffee shop, smug, and ready to shatter my world. "She played you for a fool, Ethan," he said, sliding a thick manila envelope across the table. Inside were photographs: Olivia and Leo, together, smiling, happy. Three years. A timeline that meant she was with him even before she "confessed." Then came the final blow: "Our son, Ethan. He's a year old now. Looks just like me." My world tilted, every intimate moment, every shared smile, every "I love you" of the past three years twisting into a grotesque lie. When I confronted Olivia, her response was chilling, laced with a casual defiance that curdled my blood. "The Hayes family doesn't do divorce," she said, her voice dropping to a low, chilling tone. "We only get widowed." The woman I loved was a monster, seeing me as a tool, an obstacle in her elaborate scheme. Trapped, I knew I couldn't fight her family's power. There was only one person who could help me disappear so completely she would think I was dead. I dialed the number to my estranged sister, Sarah, the family ghost./0/38169/coverorgin.jpg?v=6de593629e0252b815002ded8b57ecab&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Second Marrige of Deserted Concubine
She, a beautiful and innocent girl, was harshly kicked away by her ungrateful fiancé. Later, under the arrangement of the emperor, she married the Prince "Wolf" whom everyone shunned. She had meant to spend her life peacefully. But unfortunately, she was decreed to get married for the second time, and was reduced to get involved in a dispute between the nine princes in the empire. Facing her crippled, blood-coughing, poisoned fiancé, she smiled shallowly: I'm going to make you come back to life in my hands! Her fiancé, confronted with his gentle, elegant and beautiful fiancée, spat out his words coldly: If someone bullies you, I will make him living like hell! If God bullies you, I will turn this world into hell!/0/86512/coverorgin.jpg?v=169ec0cd2b2ec43d36a201a4b13ff8b9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Devotion To Despair: His Regret
My mother' s dying wish was for me, Sarah Miller, to marry Ethan Hayes. But every time we tried, his housekeeper' s daughter, Jessica Stone, found a way to stop it. Then, after Jessica was involved in a car accident, Ethan manipulated me into taking the blame, promising to marry me once I was released. I served three years in prison for a crime I didn' t commit, holding onto his promise like a prayer. But when I got out, everything shattered. Ethan was marrying Jessica, and my mother was dead. At the hospital, I overheard Jessica gloat, revealing she had deliberately cut off my mother' s medical payments, leading to her death. Blinded by rage, I confronted Jessica, only to be violently pushed down a flight of stairs by Ethan himself. He cradled Jessica, treating me like trash, and coldly declared he truly wanted to marry her. Heartbroken, I ended our engagement on the spot. Later, I arrived at their wedding, carrying my mother' s urn. Jessica' s mother, in a fit of rage, snatched the urn and brutally shattered it, stomping on my mother' s ashes while security guards physically assaulted me. Ethan arrived, but instead of helping, he accused me of ruining his wedding. Then, a phone call revealed the truth: my mother had died because her medical payments were cut off. I screamed at Ethan, exposing Jessica' s evil, leaving him at his chaotic wedding. Ethan, once the man I adored, now stood exposed as a heartless stranger. His blindness and betrayal fueled a fire within me. I vowed to uncover every lie, every hidden cruelty, and make them pay for destroying my life and my mother' s memory./0/94299/coverorgin.jpg?v=59d21d9f4d60243d90f9533a835a4aa4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Broken Promise, My New Beginning
I gave my brother my kidney. In return, he promised to finally bring me home. For eight years, I waited on the sidelines of his life, only to overhear him giving my "Welcome Home" party to our adopted sister. He called me a ghost he didn't know where to put, confident I'd show up and smile while she took my place. He was wrong. I didn't cry or scream; I just turned off my phone and walked away forever./0/84890/coverorgin.jpg?v=a8f8cfbbda99cea3e286caab39f98a99&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Truth Set Her Free
The long shadows of the late afternoon stretch across my perfectly curated living room, a silent testament to the lie my life has become. My husband, Liam, a rising star, values perfection-a facade we' ve painstakingly built. Our marriage is a stable, respectable union on paper, a performance, with me, a talented architect, as his willing partner. Then he died, swiftly, unexpectedly, at forty-five. Buried within his belongings, a locked box in his study, I found it: the truth. Letters, photographs-a hidden life with Chloe, his childhood sweetheart, his true love for decades. My entire marriage, my twenty years, was an elaborate charade for his reputation. The pain was a physical entity, suffocating, extinguishing my will to live. I died too, then woke up. Not in a hospital, not in an afterlife, but here, in this cold house, two years into my marriage, twenty-four again. The ghost of a twenty-year lie lived inside me, but it brought a cold, hard resolve. I would not let it happen again, not waste another two decades as a supporting character. I will live for myself this time. The key in the lock, Liam' s flat voice: "I'm home." This time, I remained seated. His brow furrowed, unused to my stillness. "Is something wrong?" "Just tired," I replied, my voice as level as his. He was a stranger now, every gesture filtered through future knowledge, every polite smile a calculation, every question a check on his investment. He funded Chloe' s art studies abroad, a fortune spent while I pinched pennies. That money, even now, was for her. The rage was cold, sharp. Then, he dropped the bombshell: "Chloe is coming back… she could stay with us for a while." My heart stilled. It was happening again. In my past life, I agreed, eager to please, starting my slow erasure. This time, I looked directly at him, seeing the feigned concern, the carefully constructed lie. "No," I said, the word a slammed door. His eyes, cold and dark, narrowed. "What did you say?" "I said no," I repeated, my voice gaining strength. "She can't stay here." A strange power surged. He was dealing with a different woman now, a woman who knew all his secrets./0/86188/coverorgin.jpg?v=f17a57edb07b7f0bf699702cf6b8b1bd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Fake Death, Her Real Power
The call came on a Tuesday, the day before my wedding. My fiancé, David, was dead, killed in a gang shootout. My world shattered; I was five months pregnant, and the grief choked me so completely I tried to take my own life six times. Why was this pain so absolute, so suffocating, when his mother' s eyes were dry and his twin brother, Mark, couldn' t even be bothered to come home for the funeral? Then, late one night, I heard hushed voices from the study-David' s mother and a voice that was undeniably David' s. "You can't keep this up, David," she said. My blood ran cold. "She's strong, Mom. She'll get over it," David' s voice replied, callous and cruel. He wasn' t dead. He had faked his death to be with Olivia, his brother' s wife, claiming she was too "fragile" to handle the truth of losing Mark. Every tear, every desperate attempt to die, had been for a lie. The grief burned away, replaced by an icy fury. My pain wouldn' t vanish; it would transform into fuel. I picked up my phone, scrolled to a name I never thought I' d call-Ethan Thorne, David' s biggest rival. "Mr. Thorne, this is Sarah Miller," I said, my voice shockingly steady. "Your offer… for a hundred-million-dollar dowry to marry me. Does it still stand?"/0/38494/coverorgin.jpg?v=cc4cc88d33490498012d5ef6f0e2fdc8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
