Romance Books for Women
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The Unwanted Wife's Unexpected Destiny
The air in the New York City Hall clerk's office was thick with stale paper and cheap coffee. I, Aurora "Rory" Sterling, heiress to Sterling Global, stood beside my fiancé, Pres Hayes, seconds away from signing our marriage license. This document was key to my grandfather' s will, granting my spouse controlling influence on the company board. Then Pres' s phone vibrated, a frantic, insistent sound. He stepped away, his face pale, muttering, "It' s Tiff. Tiffany Larson. An emergency. I have to go." He didn't look back. He just left, abandoning me at the counter, a fool in my cream dress. Moments later, a text from him popped up: "Tiff needs me. Look, Rory, this Sterling Global thing… it' s still on. Tiff' s generous. She said she' s okay with you being a sister-wife, you know? Or maybe you could be a surrogate for our kids. Once I' m on the board, we can make it work. I' ll schedule time for you." Sister-wife. Surrogate. Schedule time. The audacity, the cruelty, was breathtaking; he wasn't just manipulative, he was a monster. The naive part of me shattered, replaced by something cold and hard. He thought I was weak, broken bait. He was wrong. My grandfather' s will said "spouse," not "Pres." My fingers, surprisingly steady, scrolled through my contacts. "Ethan," I said, my voice clear, "I need you. Marry me. Right now."/0/43490/coverorgin.jpg?v=5438b7e000e9faa3702fe0347e23b5c2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Romantic Bedroom Mood
In the heart of a quaint little town, nestled between the whispering trees and the gentle flowing river, lies a charming cottage that holds within its walls a captivating love story. Owned by a young couple, Sarah and James, the cottage exudes an aura of romance, and their bedroom is the very essence of their love. The room is a symphony of soft pastel colors, with walls adorned in delicate shades of lavender and blush. A large, ornate mirror graces one side, reflecting the warm glow of candlelight that emanates from a collection of vintage candelabras on the dresser. The flickering flames cast dancing shadows, creating an enchanting ambiance that envelopes the room like a gentle embrace. At the center of the room stands a luxurious canopy bed, adorned with sheer, billowing curtains that cascade down like a waterfall of dreams. The silky, ivory sheets are scattered with rose petals, their sweet fragrance filling the air and imbuing the atmosphere with an intoxicating allure. An elegant chandelier hangs from the ceiling, its crystals glistening like stars on a moonlit night. Soft, dimmable lights adorn the room, allowing Sarah and James to set the mood just right for every occasion – from a cozy evening cuddle to a passionate rendezvous. In one corner, a small nook serves as a reading spot. It is adorned with plush cushions and surrounded by shelves filled with classic novels and love poems, symbolizing the intellectual and emotional connection between the couple. The flickering glow of a small reading lamp casts a warm glow on the pages, inviting them to lose themselves in the words while wrapped in each other's arms. On the other side of the room, a charming fireplace stands tall, its embers flickering gently, painting the walls with a warm, golden hue. Cozy armchairs face the fireplace, creating the perfect spot for intimate conversations and stolen kisses on chilly nights. Adorning the walls are framed photographs capturing the couple's most cherished memories – a picturesque sunset on a beach, a laughter-filled picnic in the park, and stolen glances from their wedding day. These snapshots serve as a reminder of their journey together and the depth of their love. Sarah and James have poured their hearts into every detail of the room, curating it to be a sanctuary of love and serenity. It is a space where they can escape from the world and find solace in each other's arms. Every element symbolizes their affection, passion, and devotion, making it a testament to the bond they share. The Romantic Bedroom Mood is more than just a physical space; it is an embodiment of their love story, a place where their hearts intertwine, and their souls find solace. A room filled with dreams, laughter, tears, and love, it will forever hold the essence of their journey together, a timeless testament to the power of love in all its splendor./0/97673/coverorgin.jpg?v=88b49f2514656d3b758eb0397e338933&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Revenge Is Sweet When Love Dies
I gave up a life in London for my high school sweetheart, Blake Shaw. He repaid me by leaving me to be trampled by a panicked crowd while he saved another girl. That was just the beginning. His obsession with being a hero to the fragile transfer student, Kris Gray, became a slow poison. He abandoned me during dates, gave me food I was deathly allergic to, and ignored my screams for help when I was assaulted. Each time he chose her, it was another cut, until I was raw and bleeding. The end came when he believed her most vicious lie. He looked at me with cold certainty as he called the police, framing me for a crime I didn't commit. I watched from the back of the cop car as he held her, the hero protecting his damsel from the monster he had made me into. My love didn't just break that day; it turned to dust. My family wiped the charges and put me on the next jet to London. I never looked back. Until now. Five years later, I'm back, and Blake is about to learn that some choices come with consequences you can never outrun./0/21752/coverorgin.jpg?v=72ea83b3557922244ac4d2e5094afcf8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Dreamy Eyes
Hazel eyes are bound to drown in Dreamy Eyes from the moment the door was opened by Navi, our cute yet intelligent character. Easy to fall for but difficult to come out from the depth. Hardeep, the aloof CEO, finds it hard to keep his aloofness. Will he be able to win over and get his girl???/0/44139/coverorgin.jpg?v=077cd5af720beae8b824049bdda0d23e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Taming Mr. Hades
She blinked her eyes and a few seconds later she blurted out in a low tone, "Baby Rathore, Can I Muaah you?" "What is Muaah?", He asked bewilderedly. but she fell asleep again, leaving him in the heat of obsession. Suddenly, she opened her eyes and lifted up her body close to him, planting a kiss on his lips with a loud noise- 'Muaah' "This is Muaah", She said as she laid down again and fell asleep. He rubbed his temple lips as the sensation of her lips was still there, creating a storm inside of him. Helplessly, he closed his eyes and held his Persephone near to his heart. ~SHIVSHAKTI Singh Rathore, An honest police officer who is ruthless, cold and darker than the HADES. He is the third prince of GADH, Rajasthan, India. ~ADRIJA Singh, who is full of herself. An arrogant, domineering and aggressive but also has a Persephone's heart with spring full life. A kick-ass heroine who loves to poke, mock, and taunt the hero. ~Different from the original mythological story of HADES and PERSEPHONE. ~This story is poles apart. Here, PERSEPHONE is three years older than HADES. ~This PERSEPHONE has a sassy personality who loves to suck the blood of Hades and irritate him to the death. ~Sweet, Steamy and Spicy ride of SHIVSHAKTI and ADRIJA who has mystery around herself and a bitter secret hidden deeply in her heart that Shiv wants to solve and unveil it. [Mature Content 18+, Age gap]. Thank you ShineeSunshine ♥️/0/25321/coverorgin.jpg?v=0c01336631a5a928bc2b4a87467f0cca&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love within reason
Bad decisions often lead to bad circumstances..but what about the outcome? Is it always bad...or something fruitful? ••••••••••••••••• A story about two broken souls...Aarti and Prithvi whose lives are brought together by an unusual twist of fates as they both need each other to survive.. What they don't expect is the growing and repulsive attraction they feel for one another.. Will they fight it? Or is there something more which will threaten their lives? Find out in this tale of complex relationships and haunting pasts../0/83722/coverorgin.jpg?v=0f17a215640bcd0976ae97c1f17e6844&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Wife Who Fought Back
I was seven months pregnant, living a fairytale life as the wife of a powerful Congressman. Julian stroked my belly, whispering dreams of our son' s future, and I truly believed I had it all. Then, a cold dread seized me. I' d just overheard Julian on the phone, his voice urgent, planning to use me as bait for a predatory federal prosecutor. Not for us, but to save his high school sweetheart, the woman he truly loved. My perfect world didn't just crack; it exploded into a million sharp pieces. Every intimate moment, every precious gift, was a cruel, recycled memory from his past with her. In his eyes, I was a mere tool, a sacrifice. My heart pounded a sick rhythm as I stared at the man I thought I loved, now revealed as a calculating monster. The betrayal was an Arctic wind, chilling me to the bone, but beneath it, a burning rage began to smolder. He thought I was a naive girl from the wrong side of the tracks, easily manipulated. He was gravely mistaken. I wasn't his victim; I was about to become his reckoning./0/90860/coverorgin.jpg?v=d9e91fd75cd43c917ae13cbdee6e5178&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Beyond the Ashes
Three years ago, Aidan suffered from amnesia, and Evelyn willingly took care of him for those three years, becoming his secret lover. But one day, she suddenly discovered that Aidan had never lost his memory. To her shock, she also learned that he and his idealized past love were responsible for her father's death. Despite the heartache, Evelyn gathered evidence and, on the day of their wedding, had them both sent to prison. It was then that Aidan suddenly realized that the one he truly loved all along was Evelyn. Yet, his belated affection meant nothing to Evelyn, who had long since decided she didn't want him anymore./1/107407/coverorgin.jpg?v=a888173f0e1b09725f87d8bd157b26db&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Assistant, His Secret
His Assistant, His Secret Mira Hale is a disciplined, quiet executive assistant who believes professionalism is the only way to stay safe in a demanding workplace. For two years, she has kept her head down, managing the life and schedule of her boss, Julian Cross, a powerful businessman admired for his control, confidence, and success. Julian is married. He has a family, a reputation to protect, and a life that looks perfect from the outside. But behind closed doors, his marriage is strained, and the weight of unspoken dissatisfaction follows him everywhere. Mira notices the change in him long before she understands it. What begins as a strictly professional relationship slowly shifts into something more fragile and dangerous. Late nights, shared vulnerability, and emotional dependence blur the lines they both promised not to cross. As Mira struggles with guilt and restraint, Julian finds himself leaning on her in ways he never intended. When boundaries are finally crossed, consequences follow quickly. An unexpected pregnancy forces hidden truths into the open, shattering the careful balance Mira tried to maintain. Faced with judgment, heartbreak, and uncertainty, she must decide whether love is worth sacrificing her dignity, independence, and future. With the unwavering support of her best friend, Lena Brooks, Mira chooses a harder path one that demands strength, self-respect, and growth. His Assistant, His Secret is a story about forbidden love, power, consequence, and the quiet courage it takes to choose yourself when love is no longer enough./0/18508/coverorgin.jpg?v=4e33967ff394263e0a123c2723b2e8bc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Remedy For Love
Legally, she had been his wife for three years, but their marriage was kept as a secret in public. He spent money on her lavishly and she lived a luxurious life. Things changed when a super male model showed interest in her. And that's when her first boyfriend returned. Her husband said that she could find a boyfriend, which didn't really surprise her. After all, there would be nothing between them after the divorce. However, going against his words, he showed up around everywhere, every time, and tried every means to prevent her from finding a boyfriend. She was totally confused! What was wrong with him? What on earth did this man want from her?/0/86967/coverorgin.jpg?v=baa362554574d606034d106f7b21ff31&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Beyond Betrayal: A Love Rediscovered
For six years, I poured everything into building our architecture firm, our life. So, when we landed our biggest contract, I thought it was the perfect moment. At our favorite restaurant, I raised my glass and asked him, "Ethan, let's get married." He laughed, a dismissive chuckle that shattered our future. "We land the Sterling Tower project and you want to lock me down. Good timing, Miller." My stomach dropped. He thought I was opportunistic, after I sacrificed everything for us. The real problem walked in next Monday: petite, fragile Chloe Davis, his "old friend" and new personal assistant. Chloe' s smile didn' t reach her eyes as she told me, "It's so nice to finally meet you. Ethan talks about you all the time." Soon, secret dinners, last-minute "site visits" to Napa, and expense reports for king-sized hotel beds confirmed my sickening suspicions. He was cheating. When I confronted Chloe about a project mistake, she burst into tears, and Ethan rushed in, furious at me. "Why are you yelling at her? She's trying her best." He didn' t care about the multi-million dollar mistake; he only saw his precious Chloe in tears. A sharp, unbearable pain shot through me. It was the pain of finality. A text from Chloe later confirmed the depth of his betrayal: "He loves me, Ava. He always has... You were just... convenient. Capable. But you're my soulmate." I was convenient. All those years, all my effort, all my love-a lie. But then, a new chapter began: a chance encounter, a forgotten connection, and a surprising proposal that would change everything. The game was far from over./0/84047/coverorgin.jpg?v=3ff009c02cd67f3fabe1b5ed9c768094&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Ohio Bound: With His Baby
For three years, I was Annabel Jenkins, the glamorous "personal assistant" to New York's powerful Wall Street Prince, Ethan Lester, living a life most only dreamed of. Then, at a Hamptons charity gala, I saw her: Sabrina Fuller, flashing a massive diamond and bragging about being "the future Mrs. Lester." My world shattered. I unleashed years of pent-up fury, scratching Sabrina' s face and shoving Ethan into the pool, finally fleeing a life I believed was based on a cruel lie. Back home in Ohio, branded a "psychopath" online by Sabrina' s viral victim video, my reputation was destroyed, my food blog ruined, and even my team betrayed me. I thought I' d lost everything, but then came the ultimate blow: a positive pregnancy test. And right after that, a $10 million wire transfer from Ethan, silencing me, confirming his cruel dismissal. So when a black Escalade pulled up to my humble family home, and Ethan Lester himself walked in, I was ready to defend my unborn child from the man who had discarded us./0/90536/coverorgin.jpg?v=3b6b6668339b67c012670f483b6562aa&imageMogr2/format/webp)
As I Lay Dying He Is With His Soulmate in Labor
On Valentine's Day, I was diagnosed with advanced stomach cancer, with less than a month left to live. As I was engulfed in confusion and panic, Sebastian Nash knelt before me with a pained expression, saying, "I'm sorry, Betsy. I've fallen in love with another woman." He then promised me seriously, "I haven't cheated on you. What I share with her is a deep emotional bond. We won't have sex, and my feelings and commitment to you remain unchanged. I will continue to fulfill my duties as your husband." Clutching the diagnosis report tightly, I managed to force out a few words, "Okay. I will let you be together." Sebastian was both surprised and worried as he embraced me, saying, "Betsy, don't leave me. I love her, but I love you more. Please don't be angry or make trouble with me." I gave a bitter smile, "I won't." As a dying person, there was nothing worth crying or fussing over./0/97674/coverorgin.jpg?v=ac2b11f1e7ce193b6cf03e55d747d327&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Friend, My Living Hell
My father's routine heart surgery went horribly wrong, leaving him in a coma. The surgeon was Fabiola, my husband Julian's celebrated childhood friend. When I begged Julian to use his immense resources to save him, he gave me a chilling ultimatum: my father's life for Fabiola's career. To protect her, he stood by as she deliberately scalded my hand with boiling soup. He locked me in a rat-infested wine cellar to "teach me a lesson." He even force-fed me peanuts, knowing I had a deadly allergy, and had me committed to a psychiatric hospital when I still wouldn't break. I didn't understand how the man who once promised to build a fortress around me had become the one launching the attack, all for a woman he claimed was just a friend. So, as Fabiola shoved me from the deck of our yacht into the dark water below, I didn't fight. I let myself fall, because faking my death was the only way to destroy them both./0/85345/coverorgin.jpg?v=5a2b9bee9b6f2f8c24d759303589efd4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Betrayal, Her Freedom
The ripping sound was louder than any wedding bell, tearing not just my custom gown, but the perfect façade of my wedding day. My fiancé, Liam, rushed past my ruined dress to console his childhood friend, Brittany, who lay sprawled at my feet, feigning shock. "It' s just a little tear, Chloe. Don' t make a scene," Liam dismissed, waving away the wreckage of my dreams, while Brittany hid behind him, a smug triumph in her eyes. A hundred betrayals flashed through my mind: canceled anniversaries, shared secrets, Liam always taking her side. I had believed his lies, "She's like a sister to me, Chloe. You' re the one I love," but his actions screamed a louder truth. A cold calm washed over me, replacing the humiliation with stark clarity. I slowly removed my veil, letting it fall, then twisted my diamond engagement ring off my finger. I walked to the guest book table, placed the ring precisely in the center, and faced them. "Liam," my voice was quiet but resolute. "The wedding is off." I didn't wait for his response, focusing solely on my own liberation after three years of being second best. The garden venue grew heavy with silence as Brittany broke the spell with a theatrical sob, clutching Liam's arm. Liam, as if on cue, wrapped his arm around her, publicly comforting the woman who had just humiliated me. "It' s the stress of the day," he explained to the guests, while his aunt chimed in, defending Brittany' s supposed innocence. The clean, deliberate rip in my dress screamed aggression, not clumsiness. "Really, Brittany?" I asked, my gaze fixed on her. "Or did you just want to make sure everyone knows who really comes first?" Brittany flinched, real frustration flaring in her eyes, as Liam turned on me, his voice low and angry. "What is wrong with you, Chloe? She' s my best friend! Can' t you just let it go?" He gaslighted me, painting my anger as overreaction, her malice as a childish mistake, as Brittany played the wounded victim. Liam's eyes, filled with pure disappointment, showed his concern was entirely for her, my feelings completely dismissed. My last flicker of hope died; this was the culmination of a thousand betrayals, a profound exhaustion settling in my bones. I was done fighting, done being angry; I just wanted it all to be over./0/38300/coverorgin.jpg?v=bb57a718e511a402b78015bc0b9fdd5e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Little Miss Devil
Her long hair, her uncouth dress, her domineering personality, her dirty words. She was Susan Cotton. She slapped a gay suitor into the hospital. She was hated the most by all teachers and students. Whenever she was mentioned, everyone would burst into laughter. However, no one knew that Susan Cotton, who had given all her youth and dignity to Henry Bull, was defeated at the hands of a good and innocent girl. She was reborn and decided to focus on the study. Love affairs? Screw you! Though she thought it over, master Bull didn’t give her a chance.../0/86643/coverorgin.jpg?v=18d5ad648457b9575791f5f4c8dd0cff&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Wife's Rage, A Husband's Fall
For five years, I was a ghost in my own life, a silent wife to my deceased sister' s husband, raising children who treated me like their servant. Then came the accidental pregnancy, a tiny flicker of hope that was brutally extinguished when Mark, my stoic husband, ordered the doctors to let me and our baby die during a complicated labor. I survived, but he delivered the news of our baby' s death with chilling conviction, feigning grief while his eyes held only contempt. He gaslighted me, convincing me I was hysterical, that my memory of a baby' s first cry was a delusion. "Your duty is not to this dead child," he sneered, "Your duty is to Josh and Emma." My world fractured further as his cruelty escalated. He turned our niece and nephew into miniature tyrants who physically abused me, killed the only kind soul in the house, my maid Lily, for daring to question him, and then, in a final sadistic blow, let my parents die after I begged for money to save them. Lying beaten and broken, listening to the casual gossip about my parents' car accident, something inside me snapped. The old Chloe, the one who tried to please everyone, died on that cold marble floor. A new, more terrifying resolve began to form./0/20131/coverorgin.jpg?v=df2414f2cff0d5a4e9030f0e3448498d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Shiver
Two weeks shy of her 17th birthday, Charlene Ludlow accidentally met with the gorgeous blue eyed country boy named Thomas Raven who was going to turn her unadventurous, well planned upper class life, upside down. Even though her father, who was soon to be Mayor had chosen a suitable future boyfriend for her, she was already fallen head over heels for the boy, who was said to have slept on the beds of half the girls in town. Tom had never been attached to anything in his life before. When he met Charlene, he felt something that he didn't recognize, he wanted her all to himself, nothing more and nothing less. Despite how much they wanted to be with each other, they faced many challenges of circumstances, from other people and even between themselves./0/93781/coverorgin.jpg?v=c71a26f6223f10807dbe63b23fc5b4d9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Saving Her, Breaking Us
The day I saw Jared Stanley's interview, I filed for divorce and moved out of the perfectly maintained home I'd shared with him for three years. In that interview, Jared said his biggest regret in life was that, in a life-or-death situation, he instinctively protected what he called his most "precious national asset." The "asset" he protected wasn't me, his wife. It was his "fragile" colleague, Bailee Brooks. Two days later, at the global press conference for the G20 summit. The same renowned war correspondent asked me the same question. "Ms. Quinn, as a top-tier simultaneous interpreter, what would you say is the professional principle you are most proud of?" I looked directly at Jared sitting in the front row. "True professionalism is knowing that my husband risked his life to protect his mistress, and still being able to calmly, as the lead interpreter, accurately convey the commands that would ultimately save him."/0/59065/coverorgin.jpg?v=6fa5b88e8300a282cc47ca4c6ddbb1cb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
