Romance Books for Women
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The Girl Who Wouldn't Break
For three years, I existed as a quiet shadow in Ethan Hayes' s glittering New York world, always present, always available, my life a series of unspoken duties. Each one was a sacred notch on a silent, relentless tally, a life-debt I, Willow Miller, was bound to repay stemming from a long-forgotten act of kindness. But on a brutal winter night, amidst a biting New York blizzard, Ethan' s words cut deeper than the wind: "Scarlett' s back. Not some… substitute." He didn't just dismiss me; he dragged me into his penthouse, then publicly offered me to his business partner, Liam Donovan, with the chilling disdain one reserves for an unwanted stray, before ordering me to "get lost and never bother him again." I stood freezing, enduring every cruel word, every public humiliation, every demand – from wading into an icy river for a worthless charm to being paraded as a scapegoat at a society gallery. Why, you ask, would anyone endure such degradation, such ceaseless torment, for a man who clearly saw me as nothing more than an implement, a disposable stand-in? It wasn't love or devotion, but a binding promise rooted in my secluded Meadowbrook community' s oldest laws: a life-debt, the "Hundred Favors," owed for a simple sandwich given to a starving traveler years ago. Completing this impossible count was my only path home, the sole way to break free from this gilded cage and reclaim my true self. Now, with 97 favors behind me, just three stood between me and my freedom, forcing me to wonder if his next cruel demand would finally shatter me, or if I would endure and return to the home I so desperately yearned for./0/85207/coverorgin.jpg?v=8eb0cb0da1ce7a552d349baf71e44af2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn: A Queen's Vengeance
The grand hall of the royal palace was suffocating, every eye fixed on me as I stood before the throne, about to choose my betrothed. This supposed day of destiny was, for me, the day my life had already brutally ended before. I remembered the cold bite of the executioner's axe, the jeering crowd, and Prince Adrian, the man I loved, standing with his new lover, Lady Seraphina, watching me die. He had accused me of treason-all to clear his path to her. My last breath was choked with betrayal, then darkness, until I woke up screaming in my own bed, alive again. I was back, at the very ceremony that had sealed my doom. King Theron boomed, calling for my choice between General Kaelen and Prince Adrian. Adrian, handsome and charming, hissed a low warning, meant only for me: "Don't even think about it, Elara. You know who I want." He then arrogantly announced to the King that his heart belonged to Lady Seraphina, publicly humiliating me. The old me would have crumbled, but not anymore. Fueling my resolve with the memory of the axe, I walked past a stunned Adrian, ignoring his fury, and stopped before General Kaelen. My voice clear and steady for the entire hall to hear, I declared: "I choose General Kaelen." The silence was deafening, the murmurs of scandal already rising. Adrian, enraged by my defiance, later cornered me, his eyes blazing. "You're trying to make me jealous," he sneered, then leaned in, whispering, "When you get tired of his boring silence, you can come to me. I'll keep you as a mistress. It might be... amusing." The arrogance, the sheer disregard for my dignity, fueled a cold, hard anger within me. "You are mistaken, Adrian," I replied, my voice like ice. "I belong to no one but myself. And my future belongs to General Kaelen." He failed to grasp that I was not the girl he knew, leaving him sputtering in indignation. Days later, his scheme with Seraphina to extort my dowry by faking an injury led to Adrian striking me, then shoving my loyal maid, Lyra, who hit her head and lay still. Seeing Lyra, my innocent, loyal maid, injured because of them, something inside me snapped. The last vestiges of my old self burned away, leaving only a cold, pure, diamond-hard rage. They had gone too far. They had hurt my people. And for that, they would pay. I made a silent vow, looking at Lyra' s still form: I will not just survive. I will not just win. I will destroy you. Just then, a calm, cold voice broke through the tension, "You will not touch her." General Kaelen stood in the doorway, dust-worn armor telling of his rapid return, his hand on his greatsword. He was back./0/20755/coverorgin.jpg?v=fdc30d50f886be51995a8068811746ed&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Dear You
I love you so much till my eyes and heart don't want to open up to my circumstances. The state where you are the only one and I am one of you. I don’t care even if your common sense tells me to leave you. I still endure, with my character that has less trust in you. Whether my suspicion in excessive or you who really don’t put me first, you choose to leave, keep your heart away from me, throw away your feelings that you used to convey to me, then you act like we were never there before./1/100225/coverorgin.jpg?v=6997cd35e3102d8e66f63a4a8a4b03f0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Dangerous Revenge: A Game With The Billionaire Brothers
After the accidental murder of the first wife, the Clyde's family hired another, to continue Ryker's mission for an heir. Samantha Houston, chosen to be Ryker's bride, had a fling with a strange man on her wedding Eve. But on her wedding day, he showed up as Ryker's brother, Ryan, the youngest son of the Clyde's family. Samantha, now entangled in the chains of the two brothers, will do everything to keep her dangerous secret affair forever,else risks losing her life like her counterpart. Will she succeed?/0/81609/coverorgin.jpg?v=0206c58c370ce928a9094042c04227fa&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Grave Mistake
My beloved Mike was dying. So when a mysterious "Program" offered a cure, I agreed to their impossible demand: marry arrogant billionaire Ethan Vanderbilt in a highly publicized ceremony. The clock was ticking. I endured public humiliations, the callous indifference of my forced fiancé, and the cruel games of his venomous ex-girlfriend, Chloe Astor. After she framed me for theft, Ethan furiously canceled the wedding. Desperate, I humiliated myself, begging, even kneeling to lick Chloe' s shoes, all to keep Mike's lifeline intact. Ethan, provoked by a new slight from Chloe, reignited the wedding plans into a grotesque spectacle of revenge. The ceremony finally happened, but just as the vows were complete, Ethan abandoned me at the altar, rushing to his "distressed" ex. As I lay there, broken, a message confirmed Mike was stable, my contract fulfilled. My public "suicide" was my ultimate escape, a final act in his world. But death wasn't the end. Haunted by my fall, Ethan discovered the horrifying truth: I wasn't just his fiancée, I was an operative in a fabricated reality, and his entire world was a staged "narrative." Now, consumed by a desperate, possessive love he never knew he had, he' s accepted a suicidal "new task" from "The System" to cross dimensions and reclaim me. He thinks I'm his. But I'm building a new life with Mike, the man I loved enough to fake my death in another reality. And he's about to find out how truly impossible that reunion will be./0/89118/coverorgin.jpg?v=4a1aa7c26d46cdf7786ecf971dbbdd5b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Collateral Love, Cruel Betrayal
I was a foster kid with a talent for art. My benefactor, Declan, gave me everything: an education, a home, and a future. I loved him, and I agreed to be his wife. Then his adopted sister, Faye, decided she wanted my brother. When my brother rejected her, Declan had his hands broken, destroying his future as a musician. Faye framed me for kidnapping her, and Declan believed every word. He had me thrown into an abandoned mine pit filled with snakes as punishment. Then, to teach me a "permanent lesson," he had his men drag me to a clinic. They took one of my kidneys. The man who promised to protect me, who I thought was my savior, carved a piece of me out for a crime I didn't commit. The love I felt for him died on that operating table. When I woke up, he sat by my bed and told me our wedding was still on. He thought he had broken me. He was wrong. He doesn't know I have a plan. He doesn't know I'm leaving. And he'll never see me again./0/33270/coverorgin.jpg?v=bccad65de15b7adeb12f2e511f960a84&imageMogr2/format/webp)
DANGEROUS ADDICTION
DANGEROUS ADDICTION: Sex, Love and Scandal “Everything I hate...Yet Crave.” A collection of over thirty five steamy, twisted, highly erotic short stories and filled with dark sexual fantasies and desires. DISCLAIMER ⚠️ This story contains smut, therefore caution advised if you are underaged, please do not read or if you would feel uncomfortable with extremely explicit sexual contents. Stay away if you are not a fan of self gratification, taboos and non-committal relationships./0/34678/coverorgin.jpg?v=09b023c9d07754f64645b01e75496733&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Love Gets The Best Of Me
Rose and Burke: A marriage that started off as a deal and evolved into a story! With Rose's family on the verge of bankruptcy, Burke's offer seemed like a godsend - - marry him, and he would cover the debts of her family. For Burke, she was the last connection to the truth. But read on as she became something much more and love got the best of him./0/19973/coverorgin.jpg?v=746626faa48a938fae501c775739e1e0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The bad boy & the virgin
All my life I have been controlled. I never had a life. My mother seemed to hate me. My fiancé acts as if he couldn't stand the sight of me. So when I found my Fiancé and my mother in bed together I left. Little did I know that I would get drunk, go to Vegas, and meet a bad boy that could end up being just what I needed.../0/80827/coverorgin.jpg?v=bb8a338b7454d6310895ec2cf28f8c12&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Beyond His Control
Sarah Miller thought she had it all: her thriving Napa vineyard, a landmark deal, and Ethan Vanderbilt, her fiancé, partner in their dream. Then Ethan vanished, gutting her family’s finances, leaving her parents dead and their legacy in ruins. Her rescuer appeared: Julian Vanderbilt, Ethan’s alluring brother, who plucked her from a nightmare assault and offered a marriage of supposed protection. For five years, she clung to him, finding fragile peace, until a new hope stirred—she was pregnant. That hope shattered hearing Julian calmly plot her miscarriage, revealing her baby was just a "complication" to his true agenda with another woman. The man who "saved" her was, in chilling truth, the orchestrator of every trauma, from the initial assault he filmed to her family's ruin. Her entire life with him had been a meticulously woven lie, designed to break her, culminating in a second attack that cost her child and her future fertility. How could her loving protector be the monstrous mastermind behind her complete devastation? This agonizing realization ignited a silent, burning fury, replacing her despair with terrifying clarity. She wouldn't just escape; she would orchestrate her own vanishing act, leaving him haunted by a ghost and a digital trail of damning evidence that would ensure his carefully constructed world collapsed in on him./0/89744/coverorgin.jpg?v=5817807385ab6b1bc610560e7c8a0095&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late To Regret: My Ex-wife Married To My Arch-enemy
Eight years into Lynda Bennett's pursuit of Charles Watson, Charles got drunk and slept with Lynda. Only when she became pregnant did he reluctantly agree to marry her. Lynda thought she had finally touched his heart, but on their wedding day, her mother was tragically hit and killed by Charles' niece, Eleanor Watson. The next day, Charles threatened her with her father's life to make her drop the charges. It was then that she realized that the person Charles truly loved was always Eleanor. Eleanor beat Lynda so badly that she ended up in the hospital, and Charles forced Lynda to sign a reconciliation agreement; Eleanor pulled Lynda's father's oxygen tube, and Charles forced Lynda to apologize to Eleanor. If she didn't comply, Charles would threaten with the divorce. He believed that Lynda wouldn't leave him because she was pregnant. But he was wrong. Lynda not only left but took their daughter and married his arch-enemy. Charles was beside himself with regret, the once cool and dignified man now humbly kneeling, "Lynda, please forgive me, I'm willing to die to atone." Lynda turned away with their daughter, without a backward glance. As she walked away, she uttered, "Then go ahead and die."/0/56423/coverorgin.jpg?v=36ff58cbefb262a4d212b6f500f52ac9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Wedding Disaster
Ava Grayson and Luke Carter get thrown together by a marriage of convenience schemed by their parents. What happens when Ava finds out that her one-night stand is her soon-to-be husband's cousin and Luke's Ex showing up with twin babies on his wedding day? Find out in the book.../0/90057/coverorgin.jpg?v=8fed0dc9034dc45a0366f7e8f117767f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Day He Brought the Other Woman Home
On my birthday, my husband of five years, Gifford Stanton, brought another woman into our home. Her name was Jovita, and he claimed we owed her a debt of honor. He didn't ask my permission; he informed me she would be staying with us. It was a decision, not a discussion. In the days that followed, he systematically dismantled our life. He sided with her in every disagreement, publicly shaming me for my "insecurity" and "lack of grace." He celebrated her, paraded her in front of his family, and made me an outsider in my own home. The final betrayal came late one night. He crawled into our bed, drunk, and whispered another woman's name in my ear as he touched me. Chloe. The next morning, after I confronted him, Jovita rushed to his side, accusing me of being hysterical and violent. He believed her. He looked at me with a disgust that hollowed me out. "Pack your bags," he snarled. "You can come back when you're ready to behave like a rational adult." He ordered me to play the part of the smiling, perfect wife at his annual charity gala in one month, after which he would "reconsider our marriage." I agreed to go to his gala. I would smile. And I would burn his entire world to the ground./0/72849/coverorgin.jpg?v=00896eaff5fbc10ad1744398bbec7dd4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Contact with the age gap Billionaire
On the night of their three-year anniversary, Anita finds her boyfriend cheating on her with another woman. Feeling heartbroken, she drowns her sorrows in a reckless night of passion with a mysterious stranger. The next morning, she wakes up to an insane offer from him, marriage. When she loses her job and her mother is in need of surgery, Anita, desperate and with nowhere to turn, signs the contract. Only to discover after that her new husband is none other than her ex-boyfriend's uncle. Anita quickly finds herself caught in a web of family drama with a marriage that was never meant to be real. But secrets have a way of surfacing. And when Anita's past collides with her present, the once quiet life she had is about to erupt in flames. ~ "You weren't acting like that when you were moaning my name in that hotel room" Heat shot through my body at his teasing remark. I gulped, trying to stay strong. "That was a mistake and you know it" Nathan chuckled, his dark eyes glinting with amusement. "Was it? Because I remember you clinging onto me... begging me not to stop" "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" I whispered, almost breathless as he trailed his fingers down to my jaw, tilting my face upwards. "What I enjoy is knowing that no matter how much you try to fight it, your body remembers me" The last words were a whisper against the skin of my neck. My breath caught in my throat. "My mother is in the next room" Nathan smirked. "Then you better keep quiet."/0/85364/coverorgin.jpg?v=7f1d2d62c2f1e676f5a77369bc8cc4fb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Secret Betrayal, Her Grand Return
From the glittering penthouse suite, the city lights below looked like a sea of diamonds, but for tech prodigy Chloe Davis, her world felt anything but sparkling. Propped against silk pillows, the only sound was the shower running in the master bath, a quiet rhythm against her own anxious heart. She was about to make the call that would sacrifice her future: agreeing to an arranged marriage for her family. But then, a notification flashed on the open laptop beside her: a message from "Liam" implying a secret tryst with Ethan Hayes, the venture capitalist titan she was tangled with. Just as the bathroom door clicked open, Ethan emerged, his voice cold and clipped: "Something came up at the office. I need to leave." A bitter smile curled on her lips. "Is it the office, or your 'first love'?" His sharp gaze momentarily landed on her, then he dismissed her with a curt, "I' m off to work. Don' t cause trouble." She raced across town, and saw him, warm and intimately linked with Liam Miller, a tenderness in Ethan' s face she' d never seen directed at her. The humiliation was a hot, bitter wave, especially when she later discovered candid photos of Ethan and Liam, his "campus sweetheart," in Ethan's private study-a shrine. The pieces clicked: she was just a convenient body, a toy. She' d been used, humiliated, and thrown away. She wouldn't just disappear; she would make sure everyone knew the cost./1/116495/coverorgin.jpg?v=de2c139cf7bd7210ff76e56a666eecf6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Fiancé Planned to Fake His Death, So I Married My Nemesis
Three days before the wedding, Ryan Brooks threw himself a bachelor party. He called it one last taste of freedom before marriage. With the young intern, Lily Moore, locked tightly in his arms, his eyes brimmed with bitterness and grievance. "Lily, trust me. I'm not marrying Clara Hayes. I've already arranged everything. I'll fake my death at the wedding and take you away from this place." What Ryan didn't know was that this marriage had never been an equal match to begin with. It was the Brooks family that had begged the Hayes family for it. Watching the two of them kiss like they couldn't bear to part, Clara calmly slipped the ring onto the finger of Ethan Blackwell, Ryan's sworn enemy. Her red lips curved slightly as she spoke in a cool, steady voice. "Three days from now, come marry me."/1/105388/coverorgin.jpg?v=1d73e24dcf1e6dbc143cafff77c839d1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Stand-In Wife Is A Genius
I woke up in a silk-sheeted penthouse, the lingering warmth of my husband’s body still on the bed. But by the time the sun hit the floor-to-ceiling windows, Chadwick Dyer had already transitioned from the passionate lover of the night before into a cold corporate executioner. He didn't say "good morning." He placed a blue folder from his family’s elite legal counsel on the nightstand and told me his childhood sweetheart, Ansley, was back in town. Our three-year marriage was being terminated as a "strategic move" to ensure the stability of his family’s multi-billion dollar trust. He shoved a settlement check for millions into my bag, sneering that it was enough for me to live "happily ever after" with the man named Jay I supposedly called for in my sleep. I walked out with nothing but my old suitcase, returning to my hidden life as a master art conservator, only to be blackmailed back into his world forty-eight hours later. His grandfather threatened to ruin my career and my mother’s home unless I played the devoted wife for the cameras while Ansley staged a fake suicide attempt to reel Chadwick back in. Standing in a VIP hospital wing, I realized the sickening truth: I was never the lead in my own marriage. I was just the understudy, a working-class girl picked because I was a dead ringer for the blonde socialite he truly desired. I was a placeholder for a ghost, a cheap replica used to fill a void until the "real" version returned. "You can have him," I told her, finally seeing through the high-society rot. "He's hollow anyway." I walked away from the hospital and the Dyer legacy, ready to disappear for good. But as I sat in a taxi, a notification on my phone stopped my heart. The man I thought had drowned three years ago—the Jay who haunted my dreams and the only man I ever truly loved—wasn't a ghost at the bottom of the Atlantic. He was the heir to a rival empire, he was back in New York, and he was the only one powerful enough to burn the Dyer family to the ground./0/84582/coverorgin.jpg?v=57dc90965c6ee84644e342da209191ea&imageMogr2/format/webp)
