Romance Books for Women
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The Wife They Sacrificed
My life was perfect for ten years, filled with love from my husband, Mark, and our son, Liam, as I created beautiful jewelry. Then, a horrific car accident shattered everything, leaving Liam severely injured. Doctors said Liam needed extensive skin grafts, recommending I, his mother, sacrifice my own skin to avoid scarring. Despite my sensitivity to pain medication, I endured excruciating procedures, my body becoming a patchwork of healing wounds, all for my son. I overheard Liam and Mark: the "skin grafts" were a lie. My pain, my sacrifice, was for my twin sister, Scarlett, to fix a botched cosmetic surgery. My husband and sister had been having a decade-long affair, meticulously orchestrating a grand deceit. My perfect life was a calculated cage of betrayal, the love I felt a one-way street ending in humiliation. The scars on my body burned with a different pain now, a mark of their monstrous deceit. Rage, cold and pure, replaced my despair. I wouldn't just be heartbroken. I would burn their world to the ground./0/70939/coverorgin.jpg?v=ca3063d064608d6950f06e3200685ea2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
TRAPPED IN HIS GOLDEN CAGE
She was nothing but a pawn in his ruthless world. A weak, fragile girl thrown into a cold-hearted billionaire's arms. When Elena Carter's father's debt threatens to destroy her family, she is forced into an arranged marriage with the most feared businessman in the city Alexander Blackwood. A man who sees emotions as a weakness, a man who doesn't believe in love. To him, she's just a means to an end. A perfect, obedient wife for show. But behind the closed doors of his extravagant mansion, she is nothing more than his prisoner. Cold words. Harsh touches. A world where love is a foreign concept. But what happens when the monster begins to fall for his prey? What happens when she dares to dream of freedom? And what happens when she learns the dark secret behind their marriage? One thing is certain when you play with the devil, you either burn... or become his obsession./1/115713/coverorgin.jpg?v=649fe65e68f89058bd955906409792b9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Ripped Veil - A Mafia Romance
One year ago, I did something unspeakable. Then I ran from the crime in a bloodstained wedding dress- Right into the arms of a man I was never supposed to meet. One thing leads to another, and before I know it... I'm his. I thought that would be the end of it. One night of bliss. One moment of passion. But I was wrong. Because a year from the day I collided with the Bratva don, he's back. And this time around, I'll have to tell him the truth: The baby in my arms is HIS./0/83917/coverorgin.jpg?v=348f32e0c14c7d9fdbe3cb9abb9c5188&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Man She Forgot To See
I gave her everything for five years – my love, my devotion, my entire life. I meticulously planned our engagement party, hoping it would finally make her see me, truly see me. Instead, at that very party, she publicly humiliated me, calling me her "charity case" and her "lapdog," then abandoned me to rush to another man's side. As her car disappeared, a cold, synthetic voice in my mind announced "Objective Failure," initiating a memory wipe sequence. I was forced to watch a live feed of her tenderly caring for him, realizing she' d never once shown me such warmth, before five years of my life and every emotion tied to her dissolved into pure white noise. I woke up in a hospital, five years of memory a blank, the woman whose name was the only emergency contact treating me with utter contempt. Sent back to her ranch, I found a journal detailing her casual cruelty, her abuse, and my desperate, unrequited love for a stranger. How could I have been so blind, so pathetic, so completely devoted to someone who treated me like a disposable toy? Leaving her behind, I started a new life, finally free from the shadow of a love I no longer remembered, yet whose documented pain was undeniably mine./0/84566/coverorgin.jpg?v=d6dc7a92d21512153cc35bd135530168&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Architect of Her Own Life
My hands methodically folded a sweater, placing it into an open suitcase on the bed, sharp creases betraying the inner turmoil I tried to hide. Outside, New York City glittered, oblivious, my life' s soundtrack of distant sirens and traffic hum now signaling its end. An email confirmed it: one-way ticket, New York to Rome. Then the elevator dinged. He was home, and he wasn' t alone. Liam O' Connell, my partner of eight years for whom I' d put my own promising career on hold, walked in with his protégé, Chloe Davis, draped over his arm, their laughter about a private joke stopping short at the sight of my packed bags. Chloe' s sharp eyes surveyed the scene, a triumphant smirk playing on her lips before she feigned concern, asking if I was redecorating. Liam' s charming smile faltered, replaced by annoyance, and he accused me of being dramatic, as if my leaving was just a tantrum. I had built his tech empire with my architectural eye, crafted presentations that won investors, only for him to shatter our partnership and give me a front-row seat to his betrayal. The man who once promised me everything on a Brooklyn fire escape, now stood before me, offering a new car key-a desperate, material bribe-for the wound that cut straight to my soul. He fundamentally misunderstood; he thought my love was a negotiation, a problem to be managed. "You were sleeping with your protégé, Liam," I stated, my voice steady, cutting through his classic, cowardly excuse that "it just happened." He dismissed eight years of my life, of my love, as meaningless, claiming Chloe was young, confused, and looked up to him. But I saw his profound, unshakable disrespect. I had given him everything, only to be replaced by a newer, shinier model, a cruel commodity in his world. "No, it' s not complicated," I said, ringing with clarity. "You made a choice. And now, I' m making mine." As the car sped towards the airport, I pulled out my phone and turned it off, leaving him on the sidewalk with his useless car key. This wasn' t an escape; it was a homecoming. I was flying towards a future I would build for myself, free from a man who knew the price of everything and the value of nothing./0/97544/coverorgin.jpg?v=791ddee5c8f4f3e401cf90b82f548cd1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Ex-Wife Came Back-Stronger
"Listen, I'm tired of this marriage. We only got married because I needed a wife to secure my CEO position, and now that it's settled, you're not useful to me anymore." My husband, Dale, said to my face, nothing close to guilt flashing in his expression. And that was when I knew... I really was nothing to him. With tears in my eyes, I signed the divorce papers and left. Left his house. Left his family. Left his life. But not without a promise to myself. A promise that no matter what, I would come back. I would come back stronger. The nobody they see me as, will come back as somebody. Somebody they'd all need. ....... Chloe Dave thought life loved her when she got married to Dale Beldson, the hottest man on earth and her long crush. That was proven wrong, when what was supposed to be a happy marriage, turned to a depressing one, with a husband that rarely acknowledged her existence. Still, she held on to the hope that if he'd chosen to marry her, there'd be something in there. Some emotions in there. That died the moment his bestfriend, Nora framed her for laundry and attempted murder, and he chose to believe Nora over her. Even after all her pleas, he still refused to give heed to her. He saw her as a nobody. His family saw her as one. That was when Chloe vowed to come back and shock the world. Shock Dale Beldson, her ex-husband./1/114091/coverorgin.jpg?v=b533d51dad1958ceac66f2a6278732c5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Hot daddy's best friend
"You shouldn't be here, Fiona," his deep voice rasped against her ear, his hand still pressed against the wall behind her. "Then tell me to leave," she whispered, her lips trembling inches from his. He didn't move. He didn't breathe. And in that moment, she knew he wanted her just as much as she wanted him. Fiona Harry has lived her whole life in a golden cage of wealth, reputation, and suffocating rules. University was supposed to be her escape, her first taste of freedom. But nothing could prepare her for the moment she came face-to-face with Professor Jalen Hart, her father's best friend. One reckless night changes everything. A drunken mistake turns into an irresistible obsession, pulling her deeper into Jalen's forbidden world. But secrets don't stay hidden forever. Between Jude, her possessive friend who knows too much, Marian, Jalen's wicked wife, and the dangerous power of desire, Fiona is about to risk not only hers and her family's reputation but her entire future. And what happens when the truth comes out especially to Marian?/0/82295/coverorgin.jpg?v=a0e92fb4880c151fa92bec573ea56bfb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
No Second Chances: My Empire, My Rules
I stood at the Northwood University Alumni Gala, a successful architect, a wife, and a mother, years after I' d left everything behind. Then, my ex, Ethan Hayes, stepped onto the stage, and the whole room hushed. He finished his speech and, to my horror, dropped to one knee before me, publicly proposing marriage with the words, "Phoenix Rising." Phoenix Rising. The name ignited a searing pain, a brand from a past I' d buried years ago. I remembered my senior year, my award-winning design stolen by Olivia Monroe, and Ethan, my then-boyfriend, standing by her side, calmly confirming her lie. That betrayal led to my disqualification, academic dishonor, and blacklisting, forcing me to flee the US, utterly broken. Stones in my gut, those words. How could he, after everything, dare to invoke that name, that pain, for this grotesque public spectacle? Did he think a grand gesture could erase the humiliation, the shattered dreams, the life I had to rebuild from nothing? But this wasn't the shattered girl he remembered. Before he could utter another word, my husband and daughter appeared, a living testament that I had not only survived but thrived. My past was about to get a very clear message: I was no longer a victim; I was home, loved, and ready to close this painful chapter for good./0/25192/coverorgin.jpg?v=01a18e808ef024b29c4dbfe87b560b7a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Restart to Marry Him
"Because of her stepsister’s tricks, Christine Stock had hated her husband, Franklin Brook, for so long. Whenever her husband tried to get close to her, she felt like being teased by a bastard. It’s not until almost the last moment of her life that she suddenly realized that her husband was the only person who loved her truly and sincerely in the world. She was so regretful about what she did to her husband, but she had left her husband alone. Fortunately, she got a chance to restart her love. At a business banquet, she met her husband Franklin again. Franklin, who is the CEO of a large company, is still handsome, gentle and humorous as he used to be. Immediately she saw him, Christian made a decision to win him back...as well as her title of Mrs Brook."/0/85864/coverorgin.jpg?v=4e6f317cef0524c4f45f152a5c3ad473&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Fiancé Married His Deceased Brother's Wife
For five years, Mark and I were the perfect couple, or so I thought. He was the promising artist, and I, the talented interior designer. But for five years, he had never once talked about marrying me. His reason? His deceased brother' s widow, Olivia. He claimed his "duty" was to fulfill his brother' s dying wish: to have a child with Olivia. So, I endured, counting the nights he spent in her bed, the scent of her perfume clinging to him when he returned. On the sixtieth day, Olivia announced her pregnancy. Mark was ecstatic, promising me a wedding in one week. That same night, at a massive party to celebrate the pregnancy, I stood in the crowd, waiting for him to announce our engagement. Instead, he got down on one knee, pulled out a diamond ring, and proposed to Olivia. My heart shattered. He had publicly humiliated me. Later, the stinging reality of my betrayal was cemented by a text from Olivia: "He was never yours." I was no more than a placeholder, a fool warming his bed while he pursued his true agenda. The pain was unbearable, but a cold resolve flickered within me. When Mark, oblivious, later tried to gaslight me with more lies, I saw a hickey on his neck. He then ran off to Olivia, leaving me in the car to get a cab. Back at the apartment, he even offered me a smaller ring and then audaciously asked if Olivia, his pregnant fiancée, could move in with us, citing a high-risk pregnancy. He wanted me to care for her. The audacity was astounding. Yet, a strange calm washed over me. "Okay," I said, my voice steady. "She can move in." The next evening, Olivia faked a fall down the stairs, accusing me of trying to harm her baby. Mark' s face, contorted with rage, snarled at me: "If anything happens to this baby, I will destroy you. I swear to God, I will ruin your life." The last thread snapped. No anger, no sadness. Just peace. I was free. I walked to our bedroom, took my packed suitcase, and dropped the engagement ring into the trash. Then, I walked out./0/89433/coverorgin.jpg?v=6fbdd960cb6d74caf55a2ed15417617a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Wife, His Death Sentence
Today was my fifth wedding anniversary. It was also the day a doctor told me I had, at most, three months left to live. My single remaining kidney was failing, a complication from the surgery where I gave my other kidney to my wife, Senator Eleanor Horton. Then I saw her, walking out of the Capitol building, not alone. She was with Hudson Stewart, her college sweetheart, and he kissed her, a long, deep kiss, right there on the steps. Later, Hudson found me, offering five million dollars to disappear. He looked at me with contempt, like I was something he' d scraped off his shoe. I remembered overhearing Eleanor tell Hudson, "It's not love. It's... gratitude. A responsibility." My love was a commodity, my sacrifice a transaction. A sharp pain shot through my side. My phone buzzed. A text from Hudson: a picture of him and Eleanor in my bed, captioned, She's mine now. Always was. I was Jefferson Byrd, a kid from foster care, who had loved her for ten years, since I saved her life with my kidney. I thought her gratitude had turned into love. I was a fool. My phone rang. It was Eleanor, her voice fake, promising a surprise. Then I heard Hudson's voice, and a kiss. The line went dead. Any last, stupid flicker of hope I had died with it./0/45308/coverorgin.jpg?v=baee1fb0b4e16084a02dcb58a9c62b13&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Twins Of Baby
feed the children! ”Shout daddy commands its staff to hold the five children they recruit they recruited children to make beggars begging in the streets. yes master ”replied its staff and immediately helped the children into the dining room the money earned by the children only goes to the syndicates that daddy belongs to. "Honey!" mom shouted so I immediately looked up and closed the book I was reading. it has colleagues who I know have always played mahjong. Honey, do you need money? or do you want to go shopping? ”Daddy smiled at me. he's ino santiago 51 years old No" I replied sparingly and immediately stood up Your daughter Marianne is really beautiful" praised a woman with mommy my mother is marianne Santiago 46 years old. I just turned to them before continuing to walk up the stairs because I don't want to communicate plastic with demons/0/20001/coverorgin.jpg?v=4ef15b62432f278261d6bd4aa2e1e398&imageMogr2/format/webp)
"His" Book 2
Luke Williams CEO of Williams Corp. was obsessed with the idea of finding someone to love forever. This idea of his came from when he watched his parents Natalia and Chase Williams find their way to each other after years apart and the obsession of the woman named Amber. His ideals changed when his heart was broken by his childhood crush Amelia. She was everything he wanted but it turns out she was only with him for his wealth and when a much wealthier man came along she was only too happy to go. Luke became cold after that. He was always cordial and polite, never showing too much emotion. That all changes when Camilla Cortes enters his life. She's feisty, sexy, caring and knows how to make him see stars. She melted his heart and taught him how to love again. He was all too happy to be with her until he found out just who her mother was. Will Luke look past Camilla's heritage or will he walk away from her forever. Will that be there only test or are there more challenges in store? This is the sequel to the Ex-wife. It can be read as a standalone./0/80673/coverorgin.jpg?v=7690bd64952d58992f4d77f62c8ff4b8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Second Chance, Not With You
For six years, Ava Miller, a struggling musician in Austin, had shared her life—and her dreams—with Ethan Cole, a charismatic motocross legend. Their home felt comfortable, their routine established; she believed they were on an unspoken path toward forever. But her world crumbled when a drunken confession from Ethan’s closest friend revealed a devastating truth: Ava was merely a carefully chosen understudy, a "practice girlfriend," serving as a convenient placeholder for Ethan’s long-standing, unrequited obsession with his high school sweetheart, Chloe Vance. The betrayal was gut-wrenching. Ethan’s deepening disinterest was palpable, her birthday forgotten while he openly pursued Chloe. The vicious cycle escalated when Chloe’s jealous machinations led to Ava being brutally hit by a car. Yet, even from her hospital bed, Ethan, hopelessly blind to Chloe’s malice, coldly hung up on the nurses, dismissing Ava’s severe injuries as a mere act for "attention." Utterly discarded and bleeding, Ava was left to grapple with the horrifying realization: every tender moment, every song she’d penned for him, felt like a meticulously crafted lie. The man she loved saw her as less than nothing, a disposable echo of another woman. Was her entire existence with him a cruel illusion? With her spirit shattered but an unbreakable resolve forged in despair, Ava made the definitive choice to leave everything behind. She fled Austin for Boston, embracing a new path set by her family: an arranged marriage to a kind, stable doctor. But in a twist of fate, the past refused to stay buried, resurfacing dramatically on the very day Ava sought her new beginning./0/84891/coverorgin.jpg?v=c62986837caa3bd5067283ce1c06b081&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Forged In Fire, Found Love
The sterile hospital air still carried the scent of my mother's final moments, a phantom pain throbbing in my abdomen, mirroring the hollow ache in my heart from the raw memory of yesterday's phone call. My mother was gone, taken by a ruptured appendix dismissed as a stomach bug, and the man who delivered the clinical post-mortem of her death was my husband, David Chen. He stood there, emotionless, a brilliant forensic doctor who couldn't see the pain in front of him, obsessed with his career and his intern, Emily White. I remembered the crinkle in his eyes, the laughter we once shared, replaced by the chilling silence that had become our life. The hollow in my heart was nothing compared to the vast emptiness that consumed me as I looked at him, so tall and unaffected. A decision, born from years of quiet heartbreak and this final, unbearable tragedy, solidified. "David," I rasped, "I want a divorce." His professional mask finally cracked. Disbelief warred with anger. He scoffed, spitting accusations, comparing me to my "criminal" father, all while lamenting what a divorce would do to his career. His priorities had always been clear, and I was just an inconvenience. Weeks later, burying my mother with secret savings and haunted by her last fears, I found my father's anonymous grave. Emily White appeared, sneering, mocking my 'criminal' lineage, and the dam broke. I lashed out, only to be pulled away by David who rushed to her side, his back a solid wall of rejection. On the academy obstacle course, his dismissive words cut deeper than any physical pain when a reinjured hand cost me my shot. "You don't have what it takes," he said, devoid of sympathy. Yet, a spark remained. Desperate, I confessed my shame to Chief Anderson, the crushing weight of my father's disgraced name. But then, he unveiled a hidden file. My father, Robert Miller, wasn't a criminal; he was an undercover hero, murdered in the line of duty, his sacrifice buried under years of deceit. The world tilted. The shame transformed into a fierce, aching pride, a burning resolve. I clutched his old badge, a silent promise forming in my heart. Robert Miller's daughter would finish what he started, no matter the cost, even if it meant becoming someone else./0/97869/coverorgin.jpg?v=9b6202b63b186f634faf473d491f7f25&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mafia's Forgotten Daughter is Back
I served seven years in a black-site prison for a crime my sister committed. Today, my betrothed—the man who chose her over me—finally came to collect his property. But he didn't come to save me. He came to collect me like a debt, watching with cold eyes as I was shoved into a filthy shed, a disgrace to be kept out of sight. Minutes later, his phone rang. It was my sister. Without a word, he left me standing in the dirt to rush to her side. Abandoned. Again. Through the thin walls of my new prison, I heard my own mother's voice. She was arranging to have me sent to a remote convent, to be buried for good this time. They hadn't just locked me away to protect their perfect, adopted daughter. They planned to erase me completely. But as I sat in the dark, a cheap burner phone buzzed in my pocket. A single message glowed on the screen. "Northern Syndicate. We can get you out. You have ten days."/0/50175/coverorgin.jpg?v=114dbef9f56d22777ecbcbab80520db9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Taming The Heartless Mafia
He's Dangerous, He's Fearless, He kills Without blinking an eye, He's Asexual, Women don't attract him, talk more of caughting feelings whatsoever. He owns one of the dangerous Mafia clan in Russia. He's feared by everyone in the clan, and no one dares go against him. "GO AGAINST ME, AND MEET YOUR DEALTH", is his code word. Talk of being handsome, he's one heck of a demigod. No one has seen him smile, and they believe they won't ever see his smirks, talk more of his teeth. But what happens when a girl is brought into the clan. What kind of category does she fall into. *Is she the innocent goody type *The stubborn headed type *Or even the mafia kind of girl. ...../0/56664/coverorgin.jpg?v=467239bd40238a15064a467b674ebc99&imageMogr2/format/webp)
THE WIFE OF A DISGUISED BILLIONAIRE
Trust eludes Blaire, who is forced by her father into a marriage with Brian Craig, one of his domestic staff. She finds out that her husband is nothing that he claims to be, and struggles with the drastic change her life now faces. Learning Brian's identity in the most unusual way, Blair is faced with the big question:What will be her next step? Follow this thrilling story, filled with twists to learn how Blair navigates her life, filled with lies from the very ones who should protect her./0/79700/coverorgin.jpg?v=315e50d00f5d4576b211ac1428f95626&imageMogr2/format/webp)
YOU WILL NEVER BE MY GOD, FELIX.
Trigger warning: This novel might give you chills towards the ending. There are not too serious bloody scenes and violence. What is obsession? Am I obsessed? At first, I was just his substitute, then I became his real bride, then the supposed real bride returned, and I was kidnapped, tortured, and forced to divorce. Then I committed suicide because I couldn't handle it, but I didn't fucking die. Then I became a stalker of my ex-husband, who barely remembers me because I was declared dead by the world, and my face got melted down when the supposed real fucking bride poured acid on me, so I had a surgery that changed my whole face and my entire identity. Then I started working for him again under a new identity and a freaking irresistible new face, and he fell in love with the new me, yet still traumatized by the old me, so I had to reveal to him that I was the same person. He was happy and relieved, but the world wasn't. We were chewed on, spat out, and stepped on, yet we didn't stay away. Then he was fired from his company by his grandmother, who suddenly announced she had adopted a new son who would take over the company. We were already broken when I was kidnapped again, and bombs were planted on me. I thought I would die, but we were able to defuse the bomb and escape, and we really thought the horror was over until we were shot in the head by God knows who. Then we survived the tragic gunshot incident, his surgery was successful, but mine wasn't, so I forgot everything about him and was forbidden to remember because a damn bullet is stuck in my head like a time bomb that could kill me if it moves to a sensitive part of my brain. Then suddenly, he was on the TV, framed for murder. I couldn't hold back, I found myself in prison fighting for him with a gun in my hand, and somehow ended up in a coma, because the damn bullet in my head shifted... to the wrong direction. Then, in between this chaos, the doctor announced I was pregnant./1/115714/coverorgin.jpg?v=8e48bc4717187eba6af2e42e57d3b59a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
