Romance Books for Women
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His Sweet Betrayal, Her Cold Vengeance
I thought my boyfriend, Dillon, was my knight in shining armor, the one person who saw me in a family that treated me like an intruder. I was wrong. He and his best friend, Ethan, drugged me, took explicit photos, and leaked them to the entire university to shatter my reputation and force me out of their lives. My own mother, more concerned with her social standing, called me a slut and abandoned me. Then, Ethan sent his thugs to corner me in an alley. They humiliated me, assaulted me, and in the struggle, I was stabbed and left for dead. Lying in a hospital bed, I overheard the truth. Dillon's feigned apology was a lie; he was leaving me for his "true love," Erika. Ethan's only regret was that I hadn't died. "You're alone," he sneered. "No one will protect you anymore." He was right. I was alone. But when I returned to the house to pack my things, I discovered the last precious thing I owned-my grandmother's jade bangle-had been stolen. That was the moment something inside me finally broke. Or maybe, it was the moment I was finally pieced back together. They wanted me gone? Fine. But I wouldn't just disappear. I would make them pay for every single tear./0/85839/coverorgin.jpg?v=08a6849b22a774d2f5610c0c415b04d4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Revenge Wears a Diamond Ring
The heavy iron gate groaned open, releasing me after seven long years. Dr. Evelyn Reed. Once a brilliant surgeon, now just an ex-con. My husband, David, and our son, Ethan, were there, a beacon of hope in the sharp sunlight. "Evelyn, you' re finally out. Welcome home," David whispered, holding me tight. I thought their love was my lifeline, the one thing that kept me alive. But in a dusty closet, an old voice recorder shattered that illusion. "Dad, didn' t you set her up? Why didn' t you let her stay in jail longer? Seeing her makes Aunt Sarah unhappy." Ethan' s voice, then David' s, stern and unfamiliar. "She deserves everything she got!" My blood ran cold. The evidence against me-medical malpractice, illegal human trials, organ trafficking-it had all been fabricated. David, my own husband, had actively participated. My son, Ethan, had testified against me. My adopted grandfather, dead. My biological parents, publicly disowning me for Sarah, the girl they raised in my place. My career, ruined. My life, a stepping stone for her. The house, once a sanctuary, was a shrine to Sarah, filled with portraits of her painted by David and Ethan – a love and adoration they never showed me. All their affections, all their promises, were a monstrous lie. Overwhelmed, I stumbled upon a forgotten phone number-a promise made in the depths of my despair. My hands shook as I dialed, a quiet whisper sealing my fate. "The time has come to fulfill that promise."/0/81146/coverorgin.jpg?v=fc5a7164a06a0517d24a4ad35033dd27&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Beyond the Rumors: My Billionaire Savior
I, Sarah King, had loved Ethan Cole since we were kids. He stumbled through his family ranch door, uniform torn, eyes wild, muttering about a strange gas, and collapsed. My medical training kicked in; I held him close, fighting to save his life. The next morning, Brittany Miller, Ethan's childhood crush, burst in, ignoring me completely. She cried about a "dangerous" billionaire, Mr. Harrison, who had "selected" her and begged Ethan to marry her for protection. Still groggy, Ethan looked from Brittany to me, then turned to her, promising marriage. My world tilted; he would marry me out of obligation to save her. When Brittany later "died" and a note blamed me, Ethan's consuming rage turned on me. In front of everyone, he publicly shamed me, accusing me of driving her to her death, destroying my reputation in our small town. The injustice, the utter betrayal, and the public humiliation crushed me, leaving me in a profound darkness. How could he, the man I saved, the man I loved, be so blind, so cruel, and believe such heinous lies? Then, I gasped awake, sitting bolt upright in bed, the sun streaming in. The calendar showed the exact date Ethan returned. It wasn't a dream; it was a memory, a life I had already lived, and I vowed not to live it again. This time, Brittany would be his savior and his wife, and I would willingly offer myself to the fearsome Mr. Harrison in her place./0/83649/coverorgin.jpg?v=0ed6e8360287c686b579b4fc3dd197c6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Widow to Warrior
I was just a grieving widow, navigating the unbearable silence left by my husband, Ethan, trying to figure out how to move on with my shattered life. Then, a single knock at my door didn't just alter my morning; it utterly annihilated the fabric of my entire world. His ex-girlfriend, Jessica, stood there, not alone, but with a little boy and a marriage certificate in her hand - a document dated years before mine, proving the gut-wrenching truth: Ethan, the man I adored, was a bigamist. In that instant, everything I thought was ours – my home, our savings, every shared dream for a future – evaporated, legally belonging entirely to her. I was thrown out, stripped of everything save for the clothes on my back, carrying only a permanent limp, a painful, ironic souvenir from the day I' d actually saved his life from a mine collapse. The crushing weight of his betrayal, the searing public shame, and the utter, soul-destroying injustice of it all swiftly became an unbearable burden. My world imploded, swallowed by deceit. Then, a sudden, blinding flash, followed by all-consuming blackness, as a brain aneurysm explosively ended my cheated existence. I died, my life brutally cut short, the ultimate price paid for his monstrous lies. But why me? Why was I the one condemned to such a cruel and undeserved end, while he seemingly escaped consequence? I woke with a violent gasp, the familiar floral pattern of my bedroom wallpaper swimming into sharp focus. My leg still throbbed with a familiar ache, but a far greater terror gripped my heart. The calendar displayed August 14th, 1992. The day before my wedding. I was alive. I was back. And this time, I wouldn't just prevent my own destruction; I' d dismantle his perfect, deceitful life piece by agonizing piece, starting today./0/86152/coverorgin.jpg?v=2b9de2b4bd65c33f1f0df3d29038746a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Disappointment to Destiny
The promotion letter for the head of the German division lay heavy in my hand. It was the job I' d always wanted, the future I' d painstakingly built, but I' d turned it down a year ago. "Don' t go, Ethan," Olivia had pleaded, her eyes filled with tears. "I need you here." So, I stayed, sacrificing my career, taking a lesser role to support her dreams, to be her stable foundation. Tonight was my 25th birthday, a simple steak dinner I' d cooked. The second plate sat empty. Olivia had texted hours ago: "Something came up with my study group. Will be a little late." I scrolled through social media, a habit born of waiting. Then I saw it: Alex Stone, Olivia' s younger colleague, his arm wrapped tightly around her at a loud, crowded bar. They were beaming, heads together, Olivia holding a colorful cocktail, not a textbook. The caption read: "Celebrating with the best." The air left my lungs. It wasn't just the picture; it was the casual intimacy, the audacious lie. A celebration. On my birthday. A sharp, cold feeling spread through my chest, a feeling I had ignored for too long. I remembered every sacrifice: selling my classic car for her tuition, sleepless nights proofreading her papers while she was out with "friends from class," driving hours in a snowstorm to fix her flat tire, only to be chastised for being late. I had given and given, believing that was love, building my world around her. But she was building a separate one without me. The pain was immense, but beneath it, something hard and resolute stirred. I had been patient. I had been loyal. I had been a fool. The unlit candle on the cake, a symbol of a celebration that never happened, haunted me. I didn't light it. I simply leaned forward and blew, extinguishing a flame that was never truly there. The silent puff of air in my mind was a roar. The decision was made, not in anger, but in the desolate quiet of profound disappointment. I was done. I picked up the promotion letter again. This time, it wasn't a sacrifice; it was an escape. I opened my laptop, pulled up my email, and wrote a short, direct message. A new chapter was about to begin, alone./0/37813/coverorgin.jpg?v=0260a307bf73f3eff200a07144dbbc69&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My beautiful seductress
Two souls,each struggling with their life meet and end up together. will they be able to find comfort in each other's arms? Sheila Masons looses her parents in a fatal accident few days after she turned even eighteen. Her Life takes a drastic change. she has to struggle between paying her university fee and provide for herself. David is Left behind by his wife after they crashed one fateful night. He has to balance between being a CEO and a father. what happens three years later when his daughter fancies a Young, delicate and pure girl and demands to have her as her mother? Will he pursue Sheila solely to make his daughter happy or is he secretly drawn by her innocent charm?/0/80051/coverorgin.jpg?v=3bec3ca02acc29eaee5dde39db5e9527&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Level Zero Love
At NCA, the consulting firm that handles the most sensitive secrets and pulls the strings of power, personal relationships between employees are strictly prohibited. The rule is clear: work comes first, and any ties that jeopardize the operation must be eradicated. Lucía Vega and Bruno Ortega live trapped in this cold and calculating world, where every move is watched and loyalty is not questioned, but demanded. Experts in their fields, they are fundamental pieces of the system... but outside the corporation, they have nothing and no one. They are completely alone. When the attraction they feel begins to break down their walls, they face a decision that could change everything: follow the rules and live in the void, or risk everything for a love that could be their salvation... or their downfall./0/82554/coverorgin.jpg?v=50553ed794451467840a54f107b60c31&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Public Shame, Private Triumph
The music was too loud at Bella Hayes' s staff gala. My girlfriend, Bella, was across the room, laughing, owning the whole chain. I was her sous-chef, our love a secret. Then Julian Vance, Bella' s childhood friend who always looked like he sniffed something bad, cornered me. He accused me, loudly, of stealing his vintage designer watch. He ripped open my bag, scattering my mother' s medical bills across the polished floor for everyone to see. "Motive," he sneered. Bella, the woman I loved, walked over, her eyes cold. She told me to "let it go," publicly hinting my "moment of desperation" explained it all. She thought I was guilty. Her words hit harder than any punch. This public betrayal later led to my sick mother collapsing, in desperate need of expensive, specialized treatment. How could Bella, who claimed to love me, so easily believe I was a thief? How could she watch me be publicly shamed, then abandon me when my mother and I needed her most? I was innocent, but trapped and desperate. In my deepest despair, Julian offered me the money for my mother' s treatment-if I disappeared from New York and Bella' s life, forever. I accepted, my pride swallowed. But hours later, a phone call. An IT guy, guilt-ridden, sent me security footage Julian missed. It showed everything: Julian planting the watch in my bag. My mother was my priority then, but justice? New York thought it broke me. They were wrong. I was just getting started./0/87560/coverorgin.jpg?v=e65ba774825dda99d95018cbf9a92b94&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Vicious Love, A Deadly End
My husband of ten years, Alexander Vaughan, was a man carved from ice. Our marriage was a business deal to save my family, and my primary duty was to quietly pay off his endless stream of mistresses. But then, a single phone call shattered my bleak existence. The hospital had found a perfect stem cell donor for my dying sister, Cathi. We could save her. I begged Alexander to authorize the life-saving transplant. He refused, completely captivated by his new favorite, an influencer named Karlee. He ignored my frantic calls. When I finally confronted him, Karlee whispered a poisonous lie that my sister had been rude to her. Based on her word, Alexander delivered the fatal blow. "I'm withdrawing Cathi's medical team," he said, his voice like ice. "The transplant is off." My phone rang again. It was the hospital. My sister was dead. She had left a note, saying she didn't want to be a burden anymore. He had killed her. As surely as if he had held the blade himself. My grief turned to rage. After I confronted him, he tried to drown me, then had his prized drone inject me with a neurotoxin. He left me paralyzed on his workshop floor for his guards to have their "fun." As I lay helpless, waiting for the end, the door creaked open. A man I hadn't seen in fifteen years knelt beside me, his face a mask of horror. "Addie? My God, what did he do to you?"/0/22013/coverorgin.jpg?v=5c19c0c1b7955522a3bd310c7b216f9b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
DRAGON PRINCESS
My name is Kelly Kent. Age? Fifteen. Neither tall nor short. I'm just a normal girl. I live with my mom and siblings in Las Vegas. I've a small sister named Juliana and two older brother named Charlie and Wayne respectively. They are both in college while I'm still in my fourth year of highschool. I love anything blue and what I'm afraid most of is water. Mom never let me go near the ocean because of an accident which had happened and almost cost my life./0/82867/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106201422&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Cruelest Sunny
To save my family's vineyard and my sister, I, Ava Hayes, agreed to marry Ethan Reed, my childhood friend turned enemy. I hid a terminal illness silently consuming me. It wasn't a marriage; it was a public humiliation. At a lavish gala, Ethan announced his engagement to another, introducing me as his "desperate offering," a mocking "trophy." Trapped, I became his property, enduring relentless physical and emotional abuse, worsened by my secret illness and his fiancée Chloe's sadistic torments. Yet, I heard Ethan's inner thoughts-conflicted, sometimes tender, a secret lifeline that broke when his accidental blow severed our connection. Then came the crushing truth: my own family had conspired in my mother's murder and abandoned me to die by withholding funds for my treatment. Critically ill and with my last hope gone, Chloe abducted me. She revealed her family's involvement in my mother's death, then cruelly forced an abortion, ending my life and our unborn child's. My body vanished, my memory erased. But what will Ethan do when the horrifying truth of my death and the child lost, finally surfaces?/0/86778/coverorgin.jpg?v=60fbfc375ee253ad2e909d421672858a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Loss, Her Lasting Love
Six years. An engagement ring on my finger. A future designed together, just like the buildings we drafted. All of it shattered when Mark, my fiancé and professional partner, coldly declared, "It's not working, Ava. I'm with Chloe now." My world crumbled further as Mark and his new, younger intern, Chloe, began a calculated campaign to erase my contributions at work, culminating in Chloe taking credit for my projects and Mark accusing me of mental instability to sideline me professionally. The betrayal escalated when, after I tried to confront Chloe about my vandalized portfolio and missing belongings-acts I knew she committed-Mark brazenly defended her, painting me as the aggressor. "You' ve gone from pathetic to dangerous," he sneered, publicly suspending me and demanding I leave the premises. Shoved into a dark storage closet by security, alone and overwhelmed, I overheard Mark' s contemptuous voice: "She's faking it. She's just looking for sympathy. Leave her there. It's what she deserves." Then Chloe appeared, her face close to mine, venomously whispering, "You should have just stayed broken. He was mine. This job was mine. You had your turn." She pressed down hard on the bruise Mark had left on my arm, a chilling, triumphant smile on her face. Just as I thought I couldn' t bear another moment, a new voice cut through the air outside, loud and utterly unfamiliar: "I'm looking for Ava Miller. Her fiancé sent me to pick her up. Where is she?"/0/80677/coverorgin.jpg?v=86cb6495f57bdc89e36b0805c1bcaa16&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Affair, The Baby, The Betrayal
My flight from Geneva was long, fueled by the anticipation of seeing Ethan and picking up our lives. My surgical fellowship was finally complete. But as I cleared customs, a text from an unknown number shattered my world: "Ava, don't go to Cedar View Birthing Center. Ethan is there with Chloe. The baby has arrived." Chloe. His high school friend, the one he always said he owed a life debt. Then, another text: "Eleanor and Richard hired them. They said to keep you from 'causing a scene'." His parents, who once called me the daughter they never had, were complicit. My hands went cold. I went to our house, where the nursery light glowed softly. The air was thick with baby powder and Chloe’s cloying perfume. Ethan was there, holding the baby, Chloe beside him, his parents beaming. His mother’s voice was icy: "Your career kept you busy, Ava. Ethan needed a family." Then Ethan, my husband, looked at me, offering a grotesque explanation. "Chloe is terminally ill. This was her dying wish. And after your… difficulties… this could be painless motherhood for you." Painless. He called my infertility a "difficulty" and expected me to accept this child of an affair? They wanted me to cooperate, to become the silent accomplice in my own humiliation and erasure. “Okay,” I said, seeing the relief on their faces. They had no idea the ice in my eyes, or the secret plan that had just clicked into place./0/22326/coverorgin.jpg?v=9bd43e695f81259091a9d8464e3bc2d3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Clueless Love
"What he means is that I am moving in, whether you like it or not," Ismail says with the same nasty look "I have never killed a human being, but if you wake up tomorrow and find your brother dead, don't be surprised. We all know we can't stand each other for a minute and you want us to live under the same roof" -------------------------- This is a book about two people who dislike each other more than anything in the world. They rather be in the North Pole than be in the same room together. The dislike they had for each other was strong. But what happens when they find themselves sharing a roof. Do they tear each other part or learn to live together. Read to find out how these two people handle the situation of living together and face the obstacles they have in life/0/46261/coverorgin.jpg?v=97994fa2cfc2d16346236817ed0b5d26&imageMogr2/format/webp)
SOLD TO THE MAFIA KING.
As we reached the main road, my father stopped, seemingly waiting for someone. "Papa, why are we here?" I questioned, my voice trembling. "Be quiet, Aria. You ask too many questions," he replied, refusing to meet my gaze. "Papa?" I called out, concerned as I noticed his trembling hands and perspiring brow. He turned to face me, his eyes filled with anxiety. "What's wrong?" I asked, my worry intensifying. He seemed worn out and stressed, as if he might collapse at any moment. "Aria," he began, but his sentence was cut short by the squealing of tires approaching us. Not just one car, but two... no, three. Before I could comprehend what was happening, we were surrounded. The door of the Lamborghini Huracán swung open, and a tall man stepped out. I found myself gaping at him before a black sack was forcefully placed over my head. I struggled, kicking and fighting, but then I heard a distinct click. "Do anything stupid, and Francesco dies..." "Francesco? That was my father... my own father..." I tried to calm myself, even though not entirely successfully, as I was thrown into a car. The journey began, and with the sack still covering my face, I had no idea where they were taking me. When the sack was finally removed, I found myself standing before Alessandro Genovese... SOLD TO THE MAFIA KING Copyright 2023. Blaliy Lilian.A. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form without written consent of the author, except by a reviewer who may quote brief passages for review purposes only. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are used fictitiously and are a product of the author's imagination./0/74889/coverorgin.jpg?v=cfd121faa1788ccae19d5aafd72b08bc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
She Can't Be Tamed
"What does she have that I don't possess?" Arla questioned sarcastically. "As far as I know, I'm better in bed than her. Do you want to find out?" "Don't test my patience," Liam warned, his voice firm and unyielding. Unfazed, Arla continued her seductive advances, pulling off the first layer of her nightwear as she walked towards him. "Don't you want me?" she asked, her voice dripping with temptation. "Say you want me." Liam, unable to resist her allure, pulled her onto the bed and laid on top of her. "Touch me," she purred "I'm all yours." Arla, the notoriously rebellious youngest daughter of the famous billionaire Williams, was born into a complex family dynamic. With four daughters from different mothers, the Williams household was no stranger to drama and tension. After causing yet another scandal, Arla's father had had enough and decided to marry her off to Liam, a ruthless mafia leader. Unbeknownst to Arla, Liam's world was filled with numerous mistresses, each vying for his attention and favor. However, Liam's heart truly belonged to only one woman: Vivian, his childhood love. Amidst the chaos and passion that swirled within the mansion, Arla found herself under the watchful eye of Liam's cunning and ruthless stepmother, who controlled and manipulated the mistresses with an iron fist. Unwilling to be tamed, Arla's arrival in the mansion would shake the foundations of Liam's dynasty. As she navigated the tangled web of secrets, deceit, and desire, Arla refused to bow to the will of those who sought to control her. With her fierce spirit and unyielding determination, she would leave an indelible mark on the hearts and lives of those who dared cross her path./0/24047/coverorgin.jpg?v=19e8930020bd62c9851451b4f3bc7d4d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Mr President's Wild Obsession
He accused her of seduction and was mean towards her after a one night stand. In retaliation, Mercedes threw a $1 note at him as payment for his service and a measure of his performance, which she graded to be below average. Meanwhile, her body ached terribly and her walls felt sore. Two days later, she walked to her new office and was sent to the board room to begin her job as a personal assistant to the President. Her heart stopped when she realized that the man she ridiculed was Nathan Legend. The multi-billionaire devil everyone whispered about. Graciously, he pretended to not know her to her great relief. Yet, when she entered his office, he locked the door. His face carried no emotions, his eyes piercing, his voice chilled like ice. "You shall spend the rest of your life, paying for the insult you threw in my face, till I tear that $1 note off the wall." She shivered to his word and as if to read her mind, he seethed, "don't even think about resigning because, I would make sure, that no company employs you and if you run, I will find you."/0/95226/coverorgin.jpg?v=43d12a9a171a960072023f6dd069f6ff&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Betrayal, Her Dublin Escape
My ten-year relationship was supposed to end with our future in Dublin, a tribute to my late father. Instead, it ended when I overheard the man I loved call me a "stage-five clinger" he couldn't wait to get rid of. He had secretly changed our corporate transfer to Austin for a new intern, boasting to his friends that I'd come running the second I found out. To secure her promotion, he stole my father's priceless hard drive-his entire legacy. When I confronted them, his new girl dropped it into a puddle, destroying it right in front of me. Ezekiel didn't apologize. He shielded her and screamed at me. "Your dad is dead, Finley! Does Blake have to die over some dead guy's broken hard drive?!" He gave me an ultimatum: apologize to her and change my transfer to Austin before the midnight deadline, or else. He thought he had me on lock. But as the clock ticked past midnight, I was on a one-way flight to Dublin, my old SIM card snapped in two. This time, I was choosing my father's legacy over him./0/36875/coverorgin.jpg?v=6fb2c28009813efb9c12e8001cf26afb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Loving
Lyra Mitchell is the owner and operator of 'The Sweet Spot', a local bakery in New York. One day, when a little girl walks in, Lyra's life changes forever. Brandon Cole is the CEO of Cole Enterprises. Rich and young, he is any girl's perfect man. And while Brandon had a wide selection of girls to choose from, he wasn't interested. The only girls who had a place in his heart were his mother and his daughter. But one little phone call changes it all./0/81616/coverorgin.jpg?v=609b680fb9b0d89d38cbd17785ff9918&imageMogr2/format/webp)
