Romance Books for Women
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Betrayal Unveiled My Husband's Infidelity
She always remained committed to him. He cheated on her several times. She is Maya He is Andrew She is a loyal wife. He is a cheating husband. She gave her heart to him and he broke it ruthlessly. For he cheated on her. Many doubts occurred when Maya learned about her cheating hubby. But the important question here is, will she forgive him? What would Andrew do when he realises his mistake? He falls in love with her honestly and deeply but she was gone till the time he knew it. He became resolved to make her his again and to win her heart. But many troubles develop when a new man enters Maya's life. A man who is far more powerful than him. A man who is feared, respected and terrifying. A man who is king of the corporate world. The man is Ethan Wills Rajput./0/59865/coverorgin.jpg?v=a36bf1809af330f2b4274de6a1a06269&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Wife's Return
Broken, damaged beyond repair; that's how Katherine Isobelle would describe her marriage with Nikolai. She shouldn't have married a man who was still in the process of moving on from his first love. What's done is done. The wife returns with the divorce papers, ready to walk away from that chapter of her life, but as soon as Nikolai discovers their child's existence, he is prepared to step up and stop her from leaving.![Daddy's Naughty Girl [Forbidden Fruit Sensual Collection]](https://cos-enres.cdreader.com/site-322(new)/0/53764/coverorgin.jpg?v=98c3518b70d98044f7ee78c0695339ad&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Daddy's Naughty Girl [Forbidden Fruit Sensual Collection]
Warning: 18+ only. Featuring hardcore taboo and age-gap erotica. This is an erotic boxset containing twelve stories of irresistible steam, steam, fun, and naughty stories. If you're not up to eighteen, this book is not for you. Get ready to be intrigued. To feel. To...sin. ---------- “I made myself tight for Big Daddy,” she leans up and whispers in my ear. “Every morning and night, I clenched it really tight, released, clenched, released…” As she says the words, her pussy performs the actions until I’m panting into the space between us, shudders wracking my body. “FUCK,” I growl, sparks blinking in front of my vision. “You’re going to get it now, little girl.” All I can do after that is make her lose her mind. That’s the only way to define it. I shove her legs open on the bed and do exactly as I threaten. I rail her like a dog, slamming my cock in and out of her wet blonde cunt. She screams and claws at me, begging me not to stop, rocking her hips up to meet my hectic drives, my grunts loud enough to be heard in the room next door, along with her calls of my name—and in this moment, I want that. I want everyone in this hotel to know I get to fuck this supple nineteen-year-old. I want them to know she primed her pussy for me so it would be extra snug. And I can’t believe my luck. Whether I’m paying or not, I can’t believe she’s allowing my big, hairy body on top of her smooth, tiny one for a single second. That she’s not only spreading her legs for me, but she’s also moaning with pleasure, not put off by my aggression at all. No, it’s making her hot. “Harder, Big Daddy. Punish me.” I’m not sure how I stop myself from ejaculating. Maybe it’s the intense need to stay locked inside her perfection for as long as possible, but somehow, I hold back. Long enough to pull out of Lia and flip her face down, yanking her hips up and back into my lap. I re=enter her with my purpling cock, our flesh slapping madly as I raw dog her from behind, employing not a hint of gentleness. She doesn't want gentleness, either. Not my girl. She tilts her hips back and asks for it harder. Faster./0/85208/coverorgin.jpg?v=711ae6b8a62f8046accd46a753ab2e10&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Architect's Shattered Heart
For five years, I lived in a gray, quiet world, shattered by a tragic accident that claimed my fiancée, Amelia, and my three promising apprentices. I became Ethan Miller, the brilliant architect who' d lost his touch, a hollowed-out recluse living with ghosts. Then, a familiar laugh broke the silence from a room I hadn' t entered in years-Jake' s old room. It was Amelia' s voice. And with it, Olivia' s, Sophia' s, and Jake' s. "It was a necessary sacrifice," Amelia purred, her voice chillingly confident. "We needed him to be completely broken. The firm is just sitting there, waiting for me to take over." My blood ran cold as I heard their twisted plan: fake deaths, my engineered grief, all to seize my company. They had let my mentor, Mr. Davies, waste away; they had let me suffer for five years, all for a long con. The love I felt, the grief that defined me-it was all a vicious lie. They thought I was broken, a pathetic fool they could manipulate. They were wrong. A furious, cold rage ignited within me, burning away the sorrow. They wanted my legacy, built on my ruin. They would never get it. My steps were steady for the first time in forever. They had a plan. Now, so did I./0/50479/coverorgin.jpg?v=c1d5b508a9c921351621fc96618bb4d8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Villain's Obsession
According to the blowing wind, that man is dangerous. "Who are you, actually?" The eyes of a girl seem focused on one point. She stays silent, waiting for an explanation, while one of her hands clenches. The figure continues to bow, trying not to respond to the questioning gaze directed at him. But the corner of his lips slowly lifts, revealing a terrifying smile that can freeze anyone in their tracks. "Now, you belong to me."/0/71598/coverorgin.jpg?v=c08299dca8efe5d14637f2a8300e2732&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Twice Upon A Star
"I'm not a good man. A good man would sacrifice you to save the world. I have no such inclinations." When one is offered a job that would have them set for life, would they allow a fickle thing such as a moral compass stand in their way? Abigeal Starr, former soldier of the US Army, didn't think so. It had been surprisingly difficult to get a stable job after leaving the military and she was barely managing to keep her head above the water. She couldn't even afford the rent on her small flat so she'd had to take in a roommate whose personality frequently clashed with hers. Tired, frustrated and dangerously approaching desperate, she found a job which was almost laughable in its simplicity: assassinate a billionaire. She couldn't believe how much she was going to be paid for one task, but she quickly discovered that it wasn't going to be as much of a walk in the park as she had thought. Will she follow through with her task? Or will her conscience get the best of her? Find out more in the story!/0/86616/coverorgin.jpg?v=f3ff40b0ad3dc29a995ca6eb66b3ed49&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Neglect to True Love
For seven years, I lived under the illusion of being loved, enduring the Hayes family' s casual neglect and Daniel' s cold indifference, believing my childhood crush would eventually return my devotion. Then, one night, I saw the truth-Daniel, my fiancé, clutching a silk scarf and whispering his hidden desire for Olivia, his adoptive sister. My seven years of love turned to dust in that instant. Olivia Hayes, the golden child for whom I was merely a placeholder, returned home and immediately orchestrated a public spectacle. She faked an injury, bleeding from a self-inflicted wound, and screamed that I had attacked her, turning the family' s welcome party into a chaotic scene. My adoptive mother, Martha, without a second' s hesitation, slapped me across the face, while Daniel' s eyes were filled with pure disgust. Alone and terrified, I was pursued by aggressive dogs-a cruel, calculated act, as the Hayes family knew my pathological fear. I screamed for help, but Daniel, my adoptive parents, drove away into the darkness, leaving me to fall unconscious, only to wake up alone in a hospital with Olivia' s fake concern and my family' s dismissive voices echoing through the walls. Back home, my last remaining sanctuary, my art studio, was gone, replaced by a dance studio for Olivia. My life' s work, a competition piece, was maliciously destroyed. When I tried to confront Olivia, Daniel violently shoved me, and my adoptive father' s hand connected with my face, leaving me bleeding and broken, my heart shattered into fragments. I had given them everything-my pride, my art, my very being-only to be betrayed and dismissed. How could they be so blind, so cruel, so utterly devoid of love for their real daughter? Why did I have to fight for everything, while Olivia effortlessly received their adoration? With nothing left to lose, I definitively chose to walk away and embrace a new life, a new beginning with Michael Blackwood, the man who had silently loved me all along./0/83018/coverorgin.jpg?v=0517138020031783e61fedf153bb2b09&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Hidden Heiress's Bitter Return
My life felt perfect. Pregnant and soon to marry Ethan, I was happy keeping my family's multi-million dollar organic farming empire a secret. Simplicity was bliss. Then came the call. Ethan, my husband-to-be, his voice tight, confessed: his "fragile" college friend, Olivia, had caused a scandalous mess at Desert Bloom festival. To shield her reputation, he'd told everyone… it was me. The world tilted. Overnight, I became the subject of vicious gossip, painted as a wild, shameless liability. Ethan brought Olivia, the real culprit, into our home, fussing over her "trauma" while I was humiliated in my own sanctuary. His mother, Eleanor, sealed my fate, sneering, "That child you're carrying… it's a disgrace. Get an abortion and divorce Ethan." My husband stood silent, then validated every word for his mother, implying he' d "accept" this shameful burden. My heart turned to ice. He didn' t just betray me; he betrayed our unborn child, labeling our baby a disgrace before its first breath. How could the man I loved, the father of my child, throw me to the wolves for a woman he claimed to have "saved"? This simple life, shattered beyond recognition, revealed a chilling truth: I was nothing but collateral damage. Desperation hardened into resolve. "I want a divorce," I told him, "And I'm not keeping the baby." He panicked, but I played along, feigning forgiveness, needing him to take Olivia away and create my escape. The moment their car pulled out, I called my brother. The simple farm girl was done. It was time to reclaim my empire./0/71911/coverorgin.jpg?v=80db8480668ef5ecf5856f2623afcbdd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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./0/18566/coverorgin.jpg?v=21b5dea44af8599198682c8bb6924f6c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Press Me To Your Heart
Angela already had plans to marry the love of her life. However, when he came up with frivolous requirements like giving him a son, washing the dishes, becoming an ‘obedient little housewife’, she upped and left. After that, she made a promise to be a bachelorette her entire life. What she didn’t expect was for her to sleep with a man who she barely knew. Edward had made every intention of pursuing her, trying all the tricks up his sleeves as Angela tried her best to avoid stepping into his traps. In a game of cat-and-mice for a love that would last a lifetime, would Edward be able to catch her? And if he did, would Angela let him?/0/52200/coverorgin.jpg?v=8bf37b800544928161b33ca420174ca1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Neuro Love: "A Sequel To My Type Of Girl"
The real love cannot be defined; it is just an emotion, and emotions are the language of our hearts. And the heart wants what it wants. This book is the sequel to the book My Type of Girl. The previous book made a strong impact among the youth, making it a great love story. But what are love stories, you may ask? Some love stories are inspiring, while others convey a message to do everything but never fall in love. Although I have never fallen in love and have never experienced it, one thing I believe is that it is not just a feeling; it is something even beyond that, yet to be defined. This story has defined love in such a way that you can understand that in love, anything can happen. And when I say anything, I mean anything. So, before you start reading this book, I recommend you to read the first part because at first, it may seem all shining, lovely, and charismatic. However, love tests the lovers to see if they can be together and what kind of love they have. To find the different shades of love, you will need to read the whole book. And I will tell you this, if you think that love is the end of suffering and the union of two souls, then think twice. Love comes with a cost - a cost of your own time, self-being, and many other factors. So, let's read the book My Type of Girl Part and give a second chance to your love life, if it has not worsened and you don't want to kill each other on certain days when you want to be all alone./0/19974/coverorgin.jpg?v=dd3a1d1672d3a986fbe43ce56834b425&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love in the Shadows
Hunter is a male model and the type of guy that men aspired to be and all the women wanted but he only had eyes for CeeCee. She was a plus-sized chef that worked in her families restaurant but had aspirations to do her own thing. Hunter kept his relationship with CeeCee in the shadows claiming it was to protect her, but all he was doing was pushing her further and further away./0/80828/coverorgin.jpg?v=fd3daf7ce81094fee1b98dfe57d5c166&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn From His Flames
One minute, I was burning alive, choking on thick smoke, watching my little girl Lily whimper beside me as Ethan’s hate-filled face glowed against the inferno. The next, my eyes snapped open, and I was back at the lake house party, the very nexus where my tragic first life began, with my brother Mike approaching, red cups in hand, ready to unknowingly poison my future. Every horrifying detail of my past life flashed before me: the spiked drink, the forced marriage, the birth of my sweet Lily, and then Ethan’s chilling accusation – "This is for Olivia. You and her, you’re why she’s gone." – moments before he condemned us to the flames on Lily’s third birthday. My entire existence was a brutal, fiery brand seared into my very soul, all ignited by this one night, this simple, seemingly innocent red cup. He blamed *me* and my innocent three-year-old daughter for his perfect Olivia’s car crash, orchestrated my destruction, and now I was back, staring into the face of my impending doom. An unbearable terror twisted my guts, pleading for a way to break this agonizing loop. "No," I whispered, panic clawing at my throat as I backed away from the offered drink, my hands shaking as I fumbled for my phone. I devised a desperate, selfish lie to send Olivia – anything to disrupt this timeline and carve out a new, free future for myself. I had to save myself./0/89745/coverorgin.jpg?v=b7245f5a10a781ee8d64bcff80913a30&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Broken Heart's Awakening
At 25, Evelyn Carter was known as the luckiest woman in all of the city of Beaumont. Victor Blake, the aristocratic heir to Beaumont's most influential family fell in love with her at first sight, marrying her despite her leg disability, and pledged unwavering loyalty. Yet, when Evelyn entrusted him with her heart, she discovered that Victor was the very one responsible for her disability. With a transformative fire, Evelyn bid farewell to her past self, leaving behind her suppressed self and embracing a new beginning./0/38903/coverorgin.jpg?v=9f296fee21d437cef46a43fe57ef51c1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
CRAZY PASSION
"Has your husband never given you pleasure points?" Doctor Danil said while touching Lie's face which was shaking violently. Lie was silent, when doctor Danil's fingers continued to indulge long-dead desire. Lie, the lonely wife, has a husband but is only used as an object of satisfaction. However, everything was different when Lie met a gentle man who was able to give something that had been dead for a long time in her married life./0/86147/coverorgin.jpg?v=67a8518d46e5f2141043082a132a7ddc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Betrayal, Her Liberation
Our marriage was a battlefield, and the whole city had front-row seats. For five years, Chloe Davis and Mark Stone were New York City' s most famous train wreck, a story of pure animosity that sold magazines and fueled gossip columns. They said we hated each other. They were right. I had married Mark on my twenty-second birthday, a calculated decision, fueled by a decade-long desire for revenge. He was my older brother Liam' s biggest rival, a man who represented everything my family stood against. But he had Ethan' s eyes. That was enough for me back then. On our wedding night, instead of consummating our marriage, I set the penthouse on fire. That set the tone for the next five years. I paraded college students to charity auctions, smashed priceless vases, and weaponized his own humiliating betrayal against him in front of his board. Each calculated move, each public spectacle, was designed for one purpose: to push Mark Stone to his breaking point, to make him the one to initiate our divorce and set me free. And it worked. He finally served me the papers, citing his new love, Bella, as the reason. But then, the carefully constructed walls between us crumbled into something raw and ugly. In the heat of our final, desperate clash, he gasped out a name. "Bella." A sharp, searing pain shot through me, and my first instinct was to hurt him back. I bit down hard on his shoulder, tasting blood. He recoiled, his eyes wide with shock, then narrowed with fury. He left, leaving me crumpled on the floor, the pain in my abdomen intensifying. My vision blurred. "Mark," I choked out, "Something's wrong." He walked out, closing the door behind him, leaving me alone on the cold floor, convinced it was just another trick. In the sterile white of the hospital room, the truth was delivered with clinical detachment: severe internal bruising and a hairline fracture on my lower rib. These were not self-inflicted wounds; they were the physical toll of five years of "intimacy." But the real blow came, not from him, but from Bella. She orchestrated a fall in the stairwell, falsely accusing me of pushing her. Mark, blinded by her cunning, believed every word, unleashing a torrent of my past sins against me, shattering any remaining dignity. "You're just like you always do," he spat, his grip like a vise on my hair. "You set fire to our apartment. You trashed a charity event. You think I'd believe a single word that comes out of your mouth?" His face, once so familiar, was now a stranger's-blinded by a pretty face and a well-told lie. He saw Ethan's face in her, the same way I once saw it in him. The realization was so absurd it was almost funny. I had built my own cage. And now, I was trapped, exiled to a desolate seaside villa, no phone, no internet, no contact with the outside world. A punishment. A banishment. But Mark had no idea that his prison was actually my path to liberation. He thought he was breaking me. He had no idea I was just getting started./1/101165/coverorgin.jpg?v=7f704e42afd39641d0aea981b9af0497&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Love That Never Was
I was a brilliant scientist, but in my family, I was always the shadow to my perfect, manipulative sister, Jetta. On the day I was set to receive the prestigious Harrison Award, my family was only focused on her graduation party, dismissing my life's work as a mere hobby. That same day, I was brutally attacked in my own lab. The men who did it used Jetta's keycard and sneered that she sent them to "teach me a lesson" and put me in my place. Bleeding out on the cold floor, I made one last desperate call to my fiancé, Hayden. "Stop being so dramatic," he snapped before hanging up. "This is Jetta's big day. Don't you dare ruin it for attention." My mother came downstairs, saw nothing but a mess, and left a voicemail scolding me for being selfish. My soul ripped free from my body, forced to watch them celebrate. I saw the love in Hayden's eyes-not for me, but for Jetta. To them, my death was just another one of my "attention-seeking stunts." Now, as a ghost trapped in my own home, I watch them find my body and slowly piece together their neglect from my journal. But they've overlooked the one thing that will expose it all: the memory pendant around my neck, which recorded every horrifying second of the truth./0/90058/coverorgin.jpg?v=6f8f332be43698b0bf77446cbe3fecce&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He Called Me by Another Woman's Name
To pay for her mother's life-saving surgery, Holly Austin became the fiancée of the billionaire Kirk Knapp, and in her desperation, made the mistake of falling for him. But when she confessed her feelings, he laughed. He showed her a black leather ledger where he'd itemized her entire existence-the clothes she wore, the food she ate, her mother's medical bills-down to the last cent. "This is what you are to me, Holly," he said, his voice dripping with contempt. "A transaction. An investment. Don't ever confuse my responsibility with affection." He made it clear his only real affection was for his young ward, Jaida-her uncanny lookalike. He would panic over a tiny scratch on Jaida's arm, yet dismissed the cost of Holly's mother's life as a simple task completed, like taking out the trash. The moment her mother was safe, the transaction was over. She walked out of his life without a word. He would soon discover that the 'asset' he'd so casually dismissed was the only thing holding his world together./0/95064/coverorgin.jpg?v=eb38655143bdcb6ed2979da1bb22ae6c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Drugged, Jilted, Now A Billionaire's Wife
My fiancé of twenty years left me at the altar for another woman, a manipulative liar faking a terminal illness. To grant her "dying wish," he not only demanded a divorce but personally injected me with a drug to ensure I could never have children. On the day he tried to marry her, I entered a proxy marriage with a comatose billionaire to escape-and my new husband woke up./0/83957/coverorgin.jpg?v=dfef5895d46f8bc9d7cc809900b3a663&imageMogr2/format/webp)
