Romance Books for Women
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Loving the Mafia Lord
Tallulah's life comes crashing down when she is given off to Mateo Hernando, a ruthless Spanish Mafia lord in an arranged marriage which would secure a loan for her father. She goes to live with Mateo and things get rocky especially when she starts falling in love with him. What then happens when his old flame, Annika reappears after several years of being away and is hell bent on separating them? And what lengths will Annika go to and which extreme measures will she take to get her lover back? How then does it end for both Mateo and Tallulah? Ride along on this intriguing rollercoaster to follow up on their love story./0/81014/coverorgin.jpg?v=b997875411ccb553e7b4879cddbac0f9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
No More Chains: The Wife's Escape
My tenth wedding anniversary gala at our lavish Napa Valley estate should have been a dream, but for ten years I’d lived a gilded nightmare crafted by Julian Thorne. Tonight, my tech mogul husband took his public humiliation ritual to new depths, introducing his barely-out-of-her-teens mistress on stage, then demanding I strip my designer gown and a priceless family heirloom necklace to give to her as a "welcome gift." When I finally uttered "divorce," he scoffed, offering a multi-million-dollar "severance package" but coldly emphasized that my ailing father's costly medical care depended entirely on his whims, turning my raw pain into a grotesque public spectacle for the guests to bet on. That very night, fueled by rage, Julian trapped me in the wine cellar, convinced I'd never truly walk away, as my mother lay dying from a car accident I couldn't reach her from, leaving me to beat bloody fists against the locked door. Reaching the hospital too late, and later enduring a final, devastating blow as Julian’s mistress orchestrated my father’s quiet death with his chilling disregard, left me utterly shattered, yet terrifyingly, undeniably, free from his last cruel hold. With every lifeline severed, and nothing left for Julian to control or threaten, the broken woman he thought he owned finally died, and a new, formidable force awoke, ready to unleash a vengeance he never saw coming, starting now./0/84583/coverorgin.jpg?v=dcf14e9247b3af12907e8c9a147e8994&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Price of Control
The hospital room reeked of disinfectant, a scent that couldn't mask the sickness or the despair. Rain lashed against the window, mirroring the storm inside me. I had just undergone an induced abortion, the end of a life and, I thought, the end of my marriage. Then my phone lit up with a news alert: a picture of my husband, Liam Sterling, arm in arm with my best friend, Chloe Davis, announcing a groundbreaking partnership. Not only had he betrayed me with her, but he'd also stolen the design project I poured my soul into, destroying my professional reputation overnight. My mother, fragile and unconscious in the bed beside me, was a stark reminder of how much I had neglected her, consumed by the 'perfect' city life Liam had so meticulously crafted. His unexpected arrival at the hospital, playing the part of the concerned husband, only twisted the knife deeper. He wasn' t concerned for me, but for his public image, even manipulating doctors to keep me confined, a prisoner in a gilded cage. Why was he doing this? Was it just about control, about power, or was there something darker at play? I felt like a puppet in his twisted game, humiliated and helpless, wondering what else he truly owned. But then, a glimmer of hope: a whispered note from a kind stranger, Marcus Thorne, promising help. And just as quickly, it was snatched away, leaving me more isolated than ever, trapped by a man who claimed to protect me while actively destroying my world./0/85232/coverorgin.jpg?v=88f262d56c7b5703811e0c91fbe14724&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Five Years, A Beautiful Placeholder
Tonight was supposed to be perfect, our fifth wedding anniversary, and I, Ava Monroe, was glowing, a secret smile playing on my lips for the news I planned to share with my loving husband, Liam. But then, a strange, unlocked phone in his study revealed a picture: Liam with another woman, Sophia Chen, whose hand clung to his with an intimacy that made my blood run cold. Hidden, I heard his voice, tender and intimate, confirming my worst fears about Sophia and a chilling dismissiveness towards me: "Ava doesn\'t suspect a thing. She\'s probably in the kitchen, playing the perfect wife, just like always." He then spoke of a "real, legally binding" marriage that wasn\'t ours, calling our five years "a beautiful placeholder," a "five-year arrangement that\'s about to end." My perfect life shattered, exposing his carefully constructed deceit. My heart hammered with a terrifying realization: I was pregnant with his child, a child conceived in a lie, while he was secretly married to another woman. Then, at a charity gala, with my arm still bruised from Sophia\'s staged fall and Liam\'s furious accusations, I saw them. Under the table, while he held my hand for the cameras, his other hand stroked hers-a secret, intimate gesture meant for me. The sheer audacity, the cold, calculated performance, didn\'t even hurt anymore; it simply filled me with a profound, soul-crushing boredom. I just wanted out. Suddenly, a searing pain ripped through my body, as I collapsed, instinctively knowing Sophia had poisoned me, and Liam, blinded by his own narrative, walked away, leaving me to my fate. Waking up alone in a sterile hospital room, no longer pregnant, I learned the truth: Sophia had tried to kill me, and Liam' s betrayal went deeper than I ever imagined. I would disappear, but not before leaving behind the unedited truth of his monstrous betrayal./0/75823/coverorgin.jpg?v=67c31198f58c0f05cf20ade932885c15&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Married to the Don - A Mafia Romance
My baby's father wants me dead. I didn't ask to carry a mobster's baby. But he never gave me a choice. The man who gave me my son stole my innocence in return. And now, his Bratva brother is coming to finish what he started. Viktor Kornilov is a cold-blooded beast. His name alone makes my blood run cold. But his cruel touch makes my heart beat faster and faster. We're trapped in a high-stakes game of lies and violence. One wrong move, and he'll take my son away. So when he gives me his sinful offer -become his fake wife or become his latest victim- The only answer I can give is yes./1/105997/coverorgin.jpg?v=53c6c3f761f4cec6633799e8f83c4233&imageMogr2/format/webp)
REWRITTEN ROMANCE
Sophia Miller thought she had it all-love, security, and a future with her childhood sweetheart, Andrew. But one tragic car accident revealed the cruel truth: Andrew's love was a lie, driven only by greed, and the man she had overlooked all her life, Daniel Wright, had always been the one who truly cared. Struck down by betrayal and grief, Sophia's life ends... only to begin again. Reborn into her university days, she vows to take control, expose Andrew's deceit, and reclaim the love she nearly lost. But as she carefully orchestrates her revenge, she discovers that Daniel's true identity is even more extraordinary than she ever imagined-the heir to a powerful family, capable of matching her courage and determination. Through calculated schemes, heartbreak, and moments of unexpected tenderness, Sophia and Daniel navigate a journey of redemption, resilience, and a love that blossoms beyond fear. From bitter betrayal to sweet triumph, from revenge to healing, this story is a rollercoaster of emotions that proves that second chances, true love, and courage can rewrite destiny itself./0/71281/coverorgin.jpg?v=437a27ad793591eed0bae262530cc06a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Rebirth to Revenge:The Second Life Of Lenora
"You make me want to risk it all," Lenora confessed nervously to her boss. "Then risk it all, cos I already have." The ever enigmatic billionaire CEO-Astor Parker, assured her with a kiss to her forehead. -- All Lenora Albert did in her past life was love the wrong man completely, blindly, and to her own destruction. She overlooked Lucian's constant disrespect, convinced that one day, he'd soften toward her. But Lucian never changed. Instead, he got her best friend pregnant, and together, they laughed at her. As if the betrayal wasn't cruel enough, her best friend ended it all by murdering her. But fate isn't done with Lenora. She's brought back in time, given a second life to rewrite her story. When she's wrongfully fired at work after being implicated in a scandal, Lenora lands an unexpected role at a billion-dollar fashion firm as the personal secretary to its powerful CEO, Astor Parker. Cold, brilliant, and dangerously alluring Astor falls for her fast. One that he reveals with actions rather with words. But Lenora no longer believes in love. All she seeks is revenge. Then comes the cruel twist-Astor is Lucian's brother. Astor is willing to burn the world to keep her safe. But beyond Lucian, beyond her traitorous best friend, lurks a darker force. A stalker, who tends to be a greater threat to her life and won't stop until she's dead again. Will she survive again in this second life?/0/81339/coverorgin.jpg?v=a644c7d68096d6c24fc2de1abc4c0f90&imageMogr2/format/webp)
When Love Erased Me!
I stood outside our bedroom door, the cool wood pressed to my forehead. My wife, Victoria, was inside, her voice low and urgent. "Liam, stop it. He could be home any minute." Liam. My paralegal. I froze when I heard his next words: "He needs to know you're not some broodmare, Vicky. That pregnancy scare? You told me you almost panicked." Pregnancy scare? She told me she miscarried months ago, blaming my stress. My heart turned to stone. The betrayal deepened with every new piece of evidence. My phone buzzed with anonymous photos: Victoria, laughing, Liam' s arm around her. Then came a video: Victoria, in lingerie I' d never seen, playfully fanning Liam with my inscribed first-edition Gatsby. "He' ll never know," Liam' s voice sneered. "He' s too wrapped up in his dusty old books to notice anything." Victoria giggled, "He's sweet, but so predictable." Then the ultimate blow: Liam proposing "a little Walker," and Victoria' s chilling, calculating smile as she agreed to fake illness to conceal it. I felt nothing but a vast, cold emptiness. The woman I married, the one I truly loved, was a complete stranger. She was a manipulative stranger, plotting a future behind my back, mocking me with my own heartfelt gifts. How could she be so utterly cruel? How could I have been so blindly naive? A small, cool chime sounded in my mind, a sensation only I could perceive: The Legacy. My mother' s deathbed words echoed: "One time, Ethan. A clean break. If you ever need it." I needed it now, more than anything. I watched as my hands began to flicker, growing faintly transparent. The erasure had begun. I was ready to disappear./0/53761/coverorgin.jpg?v=ca10596fc849e0144147ddd910db4d34&imageMogr2/format/webp)
After The Divorce, She Became A Female Billionaire
In everyone's eyes, Bertha and Derek had the wrong marriage. Married for three years, Bertha thought she would melt Derek's icy heart but she was wrong. Derek's heart only goes out to Laura - his ex-girlfriend. Derek treats Bertha poorly. One day, she saw her husband having an affair with Laura. Unable to continue anymore, she decided to divorce Derek. She will not waste her youth on a heartless man, someone who has trampled on her heart many times. After the divorce, Bertha returned to her parents' home, becoming the heir to the fortune left by her parents. No one knows her true identity. A life like a queen awaits her. As for Derek, he thought that after the divorce Bertha's life would be miserable until one day, he found Bertha and said. "I want to remarry with you. What are conditions?" Hearing Derek's words, Bertha just smirked, looking at him with disdain./0/86206/coverorgin.jpg?v=b9a01d23fa82f0b24d7b2a7558023b6e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Fatal Affair, Fated Love
Three days before my wedding, I held the invitations, a bright future with Chloe Davis unfolding before me. I decided to surprise her at her final dress fitting, full of stupid, happy optimism. But through the boutique window, I saw her with Ethan Miller, her "first love," the broke con artist I'd repeatedly paid off at Chloe's tearful request. Then, hidden in an alley, I heard their conversation: my meticulously planned life was a calculated scam. She called me "pathetic," a "tool," a "walking ATM." She even bragged about how easy I was to manipulate. My five years of pouring everything into her-paying off her loans, buying her a car and her mother a condo, giving Ethan tens of thousands-all of it was a lie designed to extract every penny before she discarded me. The invitations slipped from my numb fingers, scattering on the dirty asphalt as memories flooded back, each sweet moment now tainted with cold, cynical calculation. My heart, once full, was now a charred, worthless spot. The most horrific truth came out when she intentionally crashed our car on the freeway, shattering my leg. She escaped untouched, called Ethan, and left me for dead, only to flaunt her Vegas trip with him on social media, using my credit card, while I fought for my life. I was broken, not just by her betrayal, but by the realization that she hadn' t just hurt me; she had actively despised me, plotting to destroy me and even poisoning my mother to hasten my inheritance. But I wouldn't just be used and discarded. No. This was no longer about a broken heart. This was about my mother. This was about justice./0/38512/coverorgin.jpg?v=1ffb3f55da0c8ac9e2b4f1e34e51e8ca&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Sorry, I want to separate from You.
For the benefit of the company, the parents decide to exchange their daughter for money and arrange a marriage for her. Ana and Gabriel agree to be a couple for two years and then get divorced, but then things change. Love catches up with them little by little, and when they realize that they are facing the problems of destiny, they start to love each other. The struggle to be together becomes very hard day by day./0/86855/coverorgin.jpg?v=8fe19c189d8a42355b3764e4ea9ef7e8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Heiress You Threw Away
"We' re done, Ava." Ethan' s words hit me like a physical blow, shattering the future we' d planned. He stood in the penthouse doorway, a stranger, offering me a bizarre payoff: the absurdly luxurious apartment, a sports car, and ten million dollars. A "thank you for the past four years," he mumbled, avoiding my eyes, before dropping the bombshell: he was getting married, an arranged family alliance that had "nothing to do with me." Just last night, he' d whispered my name with desperate passion in my small, cheap apartment, making love to me in what I thought was a new beginning. But this morning, he was gone, replaced by a lawyer, delivering "gifts" from "Mr. Hayes." My four years of love, reduced to a transaction. He thought money could fix this, buy my silence. The irony was crushing. He called me a poor, smart girl, working my way through college on scholarships, having no clue his ten million was pocket change. He didn't know I was Ava Riley, the sole heir to Riley Tech. Why would the Ethan I knew, the man who despised the arrogance of the rich, agree to a forced marriage? Something was terribly wrong. I stared at the keys in my hand, then at my phone. The heartbroken girl was gone. "Noah," I said, my voice cold and steady. "I need you to find someone for me. Ethan Hayes. I want to know everything. Especially who he' s engaged to."/0/81015/coverorgin.jpg?v=b90fa327695305f47a07d5c593c19fad&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Fiancée Who Died Twice
The typical bright Texas morning was promising, another day of booming business for Hayes Corp, my family's oil and real estate empire. My assistant's tight voice cut through the calm: "Mr. Hayes, there's... news. About Ms. Moreau." Isabelle "Izzy" Moreau, my fiancée, was supposedly lost at sea in a tragic boating accident off the coast of Maine. In my previous life, that phone call had shattered my world; I spent fifty years as a hollow shell, honoring her memory while her supposed grieving friends drained my company with their sob stories. But then, at eighty, frail and tired, I found her alive and thriving at our "special place" in the Caribbean, dripping in jewels, laughing on the arm of Liam Vance, my former head of security. Their children, their grandchildren, a grotesque dynasty built on my stolen life and stolen fortune. The sheer, monumental betrayal stopped my heart, killing me on the spot. Then I jolted awake, here, now, back on this exact Tuesday morning, the sun shining, the phone poised to deliver the same lie. Only this time, the news didn't devastate me; it filled me with a cold, clear resolve. I already knew. I had lived this day before, and I was reborn with a singular purpose. The game was officially on, and this time, I would win./1/103402/coverorgin.jpg?v=b9d5090aae5d03fd02a9e72c1b951e0e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Belated Awakening
I curled up on the company sofa waiting for Ayden Martin when I casually clicked into a video that was only a few seconds long. A hand with distinct knuckles was hooked by slender fingertips in an utterly intimate way. The caption read like the girl's soft murmur. "While the grown-ups discussed business, I quietly reached out to his hand. I didn't expect that he, who was rational and composed in work matters, couldn't stay rational with me." I smiled and gave it a like. "Ayden, look at how girls these days love writing these CEO romance stories, claiming that presidents like you secretly hold hands during business talks. Is it real or fake?" Ayden did not even lift his head and only said faintly, "Stop watching these." I asked with my mouth, but in my heart I knew the Ayden I knew would never do that. After five years of marriage, every time there was a social event he only pushed me into the lounge, let alone stage these idol drama scenes. I lowered my head and suddenly noticed the watch on the hand in the video. A luxury watch. The anniversary gift I gave Ayden was also the same luxury watch./0/71606/coverorgin.jpg?v=439eea7ba9c6b1e4c36c7fea4a6dcf30&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Lights, Camera, Love
When rising actress Lena Carter lands her first major lead role, the last thing she expects is to be paired with Noah Sinclair, the insufferably arrogant A-list actor she's despised since their first disastrous meeting. Forced to work together on the set of a high-profile romance film, their off-screen clashes threaten to derail production. But as scripted passion bleeds into reality, their fiery tension turns into something neither of them saw coming./0/84584/coverorgin.jpg?v=b7ce150b11cda33e1b9dfc3c1a1d50bb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Art of Vengeance
The first thing I felt was pain-a searing acid burning my face-as voices outside my hospital room whispered low and urgent. My eyes were bandaged, but I knew the sterile scent of a private ward. This was Noah' s doing, my brilliant tech mogul fiancé, who' d promised me the world. We were the perfect couple, splashed across magazines, set to marry in a week. Then, a woman, twisted with adoration for Noah, threw acid at me. The police called it a jealous fan. My world dissolved into agony and darkness. I lay in that expensive bed, hopeful when I heard Liam, Noah' s manager, and Noah himself, my Noah, just outside. My heart fluttered. He was here for me. But then, Liam spoke, low and clear: "The wedding is next week, Noah. You can't marry her like this." A cold dread replaced the burning on my face. Noah' s voice, flat and devoid of warmth, sliced through any hope: "I'm not going to marry her." The words blurred until he continued, "More severe than I anticipated." He meant the acid. My breathing stopped. He had anticipated it? Liam' s choked whisper confirmed my terror: "You didn't…" "Of course I did," Noah snapped. "That crazy fan? I've had her on a private payroll for months... I just needed something to take Ava out of the public eye permanently. Something that would make her so broken, so grateful for my care, that she' d agree to anything." The world tilted. He wanted me disfigured, dependent, hidden away, his tragic reclusive artist, so he could be free to marry Chloe and bring their son, Ethan, "into the light." Every loving word, every tender touch, was a lie. He didn' t just leave me; he orchestrated my ruin to build his perfect life. The physical pain was nothing compared to the absolute shatter of my soul. But in that wreckage, a cold, hard rage bloomed. He thought he buried Ava. He just created a monster. And I wouldn't stop until he regretted every single thing he had done./0/82313/coverorgin.jpg?v=ecd051685b13e461419699ab509dd1a4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love's Unforeseen Path
My ticket to independence hung in my hand: a documentary grant to untamed Alaska. It was my chance to escape the gilded cage of my guardian Ethan' s estate and finally shed the unrequited love I secretly harbored for him. Then came the Tech Billionaires' Charity Gala, a final, suffocating night in his world. I watched his polished girlfriend, Isabella, subtly slip something into Ethan' s drink. My heart pounded – he was being drugged. I got him home, and in his drugged state, a night of desperate intimacy unfolded. Later, two pink lines confirmed a terrifying, impossible joy. But the next morning, Isabella appeared, perfectly coiffed, staging a cruel charade. Ethan, disoriented, dismissed me, his heart-shattering dismissal fueled by her lies. How could he be so blind? How could she be so utterly ruthless? My stomach clenched, the secret of our child now a bitter burden, conceived in deceit and dismissed by the man who should have been its father. Alaska was no longer just a career move; it was an urgent, desperate flight. I would vanish from his life, carry this secret alone, praying Isabella's shadow couldn't reach me, determined to build my own future./0/25210/coverorgin.jpg?v=fb6b701cb5866d1d4e9ae83b792dba82&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Marry Prince Charming
"Leonard Bryant is a man of the hour in Sea City. He has won the Pritzker Prize at a young age, which is considered as Nobel Prize in the architecture field. An architectural drawing of his can be auctioned to hundreds of millions yuan. Everyone takes him as an architectural design talent. But everyone also thinks he is gay because of his frequent refusal of women. Ashley Powell has been taking Leonard as her idol and loving Leonard for several years. For him, Ashley chooses to learn architectural design during university. As the saying goes, "when there is a will, there is a way", she finally gets the chance to work in Bryant Group after her graduation. At the graduation ceremony, Ashley was coaxed by her classmates to test if Leonard is gay. A little drunk Ashley came to Leonard's room, then .... 'Who says this man is gay? He is not gay but a beast!' Ashley thinks."/0/22290/coverorgin.jpg?v=1834ec4be6b2b8b148742887a29401e0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
