Romance Books for Women
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Something Else
Nate, a man burdened by the legacy of his family's immense wealth and the pressures of upholding a corporate empire. He finds himself utterly exhausted and disillusioned by a life spent chasing a definition of success that leaves him feeling profoundly empty. His impulsive escape to the quaint Colorado town of Harmony Creek marks a pivotal point in his journey. Harmony Creek, with its close-knit community, its emphasis on faith and its slower pace of life, is a stark contrast to Nate's high-pressure existence. It is here, in this haven of warmth and kindness, that he encounters Jessie, a woman who embodies the town's gentle spirit. Their connection is a slow burn, a gradual unfolding of affection built on mutual respect, shared experiences, and a growing understanding of each other's souls./0/50175/coverorgin.jpg?v=114dbef9f56d22777ecbcbab80520db9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Taming The Heartless Mafia
He's Dangerous, He's Fearless, He kills Without blinking an eye, He's Asexual, Women don't attract him, talk more of caughting feelings whatsoever. He owns one of the dangerous Mafia clan in Russia. He's feared by everyone in the clan, and no one dares go against him. "GO AGAINST ME, AND MEET YOUR DEALTH", is his code word. Talk of being handsome, he's one heck of a demigod. No one has seen him smile, and they believe they won't ever see his smirks, talk more of his teeth. But what happens when a girl is brought into the clan. What kind of category does she fall into. *Is she the innocent goody type *The stubborn headed type *Or even the mafia kind of girl. ...../0/52678/coverorgin.jpg?v=a5e29adc6a2c8168a27868035ccb5bc4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Be My Woman
TITLE: Be My Woman BLURB Rosy Klein did all she could to sponsor herself and her boyfriend through college. She has been dating Stefan since , but immediately they started college, Stefan lost his parents and almost quit school, but Rosy took the responsibility. Stefan is a guy she loves so much, and she couldn't bear watching him drop out, though she's an orphan herself. Part time jobs and illegal gigs brought her the cash she earned, and with that, she was able to sponsor herself and Stefan, but on their graduation day... Stefan proposed to her best friend right in front of her, and her world crumbled. That same day, Roman Lawson planned proposal for his girlfriend, and he was hoping it'd be the best night of their lives. He has been dating Gwen for three years, and though she did nothing for him throughout, but to him, her love was enough. He payed for her mother's yearly surgery even when he's just a struggling youth. He even bought Gwen a car with his first salary, all for love. But on getting to the proposal venue, Gwen turned him down and ran out in tears after confessing that she's currently in love with someone else. Roman's world shattered. The pain of betrayal and heartbreak made him drive to the bar where he drank himself to stupor. There he met Rosy who also came to drink as a result of what Stefan did to her. Fate had it's way, and something huge happened between them that night... Huge enough to change everything about their existence. Who can't wait to find out what the huge something is and how huge it is? Are you ready to be on a rollercoaster of emotions? Join this sweet ride to see what life holds for this two and what future dramas will look like. Trust me, it's a book that'd keep you at the edge of your seat throughout... Don't miss out./0/20452/coverorgin.jpg?v=30e1cc8f900cab5c6a52e2869d7301c2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Nation
She's just a teenager who wants to have a normal life but it looks like she herself is not normal. She thought life would be 'okay' even though she had powers but living at where she is, she knew she did not fit in with the world she is in. Her life is at its worst not until a guy comes into her life and this guy is not like the others; he's coldhearted. Will she ever find the 'normal' life she is looking for when she meets this guy or will he make her life the worst? Will she ever find a place where she really belong?/0/22955/coverorgin.jpg?v=9a019150ac636f9fbc6e8e407fdd144c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Taken and Caged (Finale of Broken and Pregnant)
Finale of Broken and Pregnant (Completed) Finally, Lucy and Kent reunited again as a couple with their son Austin. They started over again as one happy family until a startling incident occurred. Austin was kidnapped during Eloisa and Gale's nuptial's party by a person wearing a black raincoat and hat. Who would it be? Is there a happy ending for Stone's family?/0/83809/coverorgin.jpg?v=b41339a272a20932c58c5d990c9bb0b7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
No More Tears: The Avenging Wife
My daughter Maya' s ragged breath was the only sound in our quiet, dusty home, her small body wracked by fever. I begged my husband, Caleb, to take her to a doctor, but his eyes were cold and his voice flat as he refused, prioritizing his sister-in-law Brenda' s son over our dying child. My mother-in-law, Mary-Ann, handed me old, expired antibiotics, saying they should be "good enough," sealing Maya' s fate. For two agonizing days, I watched her fade, desperately clinging to a miracle that never came. On the third night, my world shattered as Maya went still in my arms, her silent passing tearing a primal scream from my throat. In my grief and rage, I confronted Caleb and Mary-Ann, only for Caleb to silence me with a violent fist, leaving me bleeding and abandoned in the darkest national forest. As I lay dying, I saw a chilling vision: Brenda, wearing my locket, stealing the life my long-lost Army Colonel father had come to claim for me. They took everything-my daughter, my life, my future-and gave it to my worst enemies. But then, I woke with a gasp, the silver locket cool against my skin, Maya sleeping soundly beside me. It was three days before her illness, three days before her death, and this time, I wasn't just a mother. This time, I was an avenger./0/95229/coverorgin.jpg?v=71e67aff0c044ecb7ba31e8d4de555ba&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late For His Desperate Proposal
For seventeen years, I loved my best friend, Holden King. I was the quiet girl who always had a bandage for his scraped knees, secretly believing we were meant to be. But he shattered my world with six words: "She's my sister. That's all." He fell for the cruel and glamorous Fabiola, even taking her to our secret meadow. Her jealousy was a poison. She faked a pregnancy to trap him, then hired a man to attack me in an alley. The trauma ruptured an aneurysm in my brain, and I went blind. Through it all, Holden defended her. He refused to believe she was capable of such evil, choosing the monster he'd known for months over the girl he'd known his whole life. My savior, a kind doctor named Jace, offered me a future, and we planned a fake wedding to give my terrified parents hope. But as I stood blind at the altar, Holden crashed the ceremony. He fell to his knees, a diamond ring in his hand. "I love you, Chloe," he cried. "Marry me."/0/70512/coverorgin.jpg?v=9da21a8218b93e4a753013b95fc85286&imageMogr2/format/webp)
University Passions
After leaving high school, five young people from different backgrounds find themselves in the same university. Between budding friendships, passionate loves and unexpected betrayals, their lives are turned upside down. David, Alice, Chloé, Bruno, and Émilie navigate a world where alliances are formed and unmade. David, from a wealthy family, offers a financial solution for his friends in difficulty , but this triggers growing tensions. The buried secrets, the romances forbidden between teacher and student and the plots to discredit teachers, disrupt their daily lives. As shocking revelations continue, ruthless vengeance and devastating conflicts emerge, making the university's balance more fragile than ever. Throughout their adventures, they will discover the strength of love, friendship, and the price of betrayal./0/94134/coverorgin.jpg?v=29802b440a4289b18c7fc615e72842ed&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Mafia Princess To Unbroken Queen
The man I gave up a twenty-billion-dollar inheritance for asked me to go to prison for his mistress. In the same breath, he told me to kill our unborn child. While his mother's actions caused me to miscarry our son in a derelict warehouse, he was on television announcing his engagement and *her* pregnancy. The betrayal wasn't just private; it was a public execution. So I picked up my phone and made a call I hadn't made in five years, to the one man he never knew existed. "Father," I choked out, "I need you."/0/80524/coverorgin.jpg?v=1bd1912b6857613c2529d46ff75f39a9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The CEO Who Forgot His Savior
Seven years ago, I secretly gave Michael, my then-boyfriend, a life-saving kidney. I faked a cruel betrayal, vanishing to manage my deteriorating health and mounting medical debt, ensuring his future. Now, I watch him, a celebrated CEO, accept an award on TV. My old phone buzzes. It's him. "Seven years," he says, "you chose money over me. Any regrets?" My bitter laugh is my only reply, as I clutch my $2000 overdue dialysis bill. Weeks later, we collide at a clinic. He's vibrant, with a new fiancée, Jessica. I, frail and scarred, try to ask for a loan. His fiancée, Jessica, stages a fall, scattering my medical reports at his feet. He reads my kidney failure reports, sneering, convinced I'm faking for cash. At a gala, he forces me to chug a bottle of whiskey for thirty grand. I comply, knowing it's poison. I collapse, vomiting blood, the room erupting. Everyone sees the greedy ex getting her comeuppance. The internet savages me, labeling me a gold-digger. Yet, the vitality in his stride – that was my sacrifice. The man I saved now believes I’m faking illness, mocking my pain. As I lay dying, my best friend finally cracks, screaming the truth: "She gave you her kidney, you bastard! That anonymous donor? That was Emily!" His face, once sneering, turned to horror. But would this revelation be enough to save me, or would his ultimate atonement demand an even greater sacrifice?/0/83027/coverorgin.jpg?v=0e7b939168909a168a650a276a3ad8c5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
No Pity For The Man Who Broke Me
My eighth wedding anniversary. The house felt as cold as the lilies Michael' s assistant sent, a bouquet chosen by the woman he spent more time with than me. He was on another "business trip" with Chloe. When I finally reached him, his voice was dismissive, distant. "I want a divorce, Michael. " He just hung up. What truly broke me wasn't the flowers, but his chilling indifference when I confessed my miscarriage, alone, the night he' d chosen Chloe' s manufactured crisis over me. He simply dismissed my grief, then refused to sign the papers. He then tried to lure me back by faking our son Leo' s illness, trapping me at his family's Hamptons estate. There, his ice-blooded mother, sneering sister, and Chloe ganged up, publicly questioning my stability. "If you can't behave, you can eat in the kitchen," Michael snarled, treating me like hired help. Years of quiet endurance, of shrinking myself to fit his world, shattered. How could the man who once swore "forever" become this stranger, this monster who actively conspired to humiliate me? My disgust was absolute. But the old Sarah was gone. I snatched my wine glass, looked his smug sister straight on, and slowly, deliberately, poured the entire contents over her pristine dress. "You disgust me," I declared, tossing the divorce papers at Michael. I walked out, finally free./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./0/86938/coverorgin.jpg?v=80d6bddc0b97e8f8c184ec29f89133af&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Fiancee Who Stole My Life
The company was in chaos. My fiancée, Olivia Hayes, CEO of Hayes Innovations, was announcing her engagement to her high school sweetheart, Daniel Sterling. But the tech world wasn' t buzzing about their reunited love story; it was buzzing about something else-my disappearance. I was gone, vanished, while Olivia, arm-in-arm with Daniel, declared on live television that her wedding gift would be the patent for "Prometheus AI" -my life' s work, which I called Aegis. It was intended for her, a wedding gift from me. Watching from a hotel room in Zurich, I saw my life publicly dismantled. The comment sections cheered on their "love story," calling them a power couple, while I was dismissed as the "forgotten partner." Daniel sealed my humiliation with a passionate kiss, claiming our shared history. Then, Olivia, triumphant, announced Daniel would fund Prometheus' s next phase, holding up my creation as her dowry. My genius, the culmination of years of secret work, was being used to celebrate my own betrayal. The sudden, urgent "business trip" she' d arranged for me, her insistence I go alone-it was all a deliberate trap to get me out of the way. She thought I was just a tech entrepreneur, but I was a prodigy, recruited by a clandestine government agency; Aegis, her "Prometheus," was a strategic asset for the U.S. government-and announcing it as her dowry was a federal crime. My phone vibrated with her hollow apologies. But I felt no anger, no heartbreak, just profound weariness. The man who loved Olivia Hayes was gone, replaced by someone colder, harder. I looked at the glittering Zurich lights, and I knew what I had to do. I picked up the phone, scrolled to an unlisted contact: Agent Smith. "Miller," a gruff voice answered. "It's 3 a.m. here. This had better be a matter of national security." "It is," I said, my voice devoid of emotion. "Get me a flight. I' m coming home. Now."/0/80837/coverorgin.jpg?v=b200ed33fc6107482cef119356970caa&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Heiress Who Rose From The Ashes
I loved Blake Vanderbilt with everything I had. He was my world, and when he told me about his rare, career-ending nerve condition, my heart truly shattered. The experimental treatment was $80,000, a fortune for a struggling songwriter like me, but I would do anything. So, I sold my father's most treasured possession, a vintage 1959 Gibson Les Paul, the last piece I had of him. Handing over that guitar felt like losing a piece of my soul, but it was for Blake, for us, for our music. Days later, bringing him cookies at his upscale clinic, I overheard voices from a half-open door. "Can you believe she actually sold it?" Chloe Astor's mocking laugh cut through me. Then Blake's voice, clear and strong, "Eighty grand, straight into my account. Paid for this lovely clinic visit, and Chloe's new demo." My blood ran cold. They had laughed about my sacrifice, my tears, and planned to play a video of my heartbreak at a party – my birthday party. The cookies clattered to the floor, my world crumbling around me. He was healthy, radiant, and everything had been a lie. The betrayal knocked the air from my lungs. How could someone I loved so deeply be so monstrously cruel? Weeks later, after being publicly humiliated and assaulted by Chloe's friends, waking up in a hospital bed with stitches in my head, I received a cryptic text. It was from a lawyer, informing me that my long-lost grandfather, a legendary music mogul, had just passed away. And he'd left his entire multi-million dollar estate to me./0/22486/coverorgin.jpg?v=ac316f799d60396b58d314c3f5aa94a9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love that lasts
Casanova, bad boy, innovator, heartless man, ruthless, perfectionist... Aryan Kapoor was called many things. Success followed him and girls chased him, thanks to the heady mix of his brilliant mind, devilish charm and hunky body. Love, commitment and happily ever after... These were not meant for him. He learnt this bitter truth seven years ago from Chandni, his supposed soulmate. He felt nothing but hatred towards Chandni now. He has moved on... Then why is he still haunted by the romantic moments and passionate nights he shared with Chandni? And why has she come back to ruin his life again, after seven years? As they stood facing each other, it was hard to define the feelings on Aryan and Chandni's faces. Hatred? Loathing? A Sense of Betrayal? Or was there somewhere a suppressed feeling of a love that lasted... despite everything./1/101956/coverorgin.jpg?v=a77f0b202eee7514f406890a04030524&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Mother's Ashes, My Fury Unleashed
My husband Collin forced me to watch him with his mistress, Jaime, calling it my "education" on how to be a woman. This was my reality for months, even on our wedding anniversary. He refused to pay for my mother's life-saving treatment, causing her death. Then, he let Jaime beat me so severely that I miscarried the baby I didn't even know I was carrying, leaving me unable to ever have children. As if that wasn't enough, Jaime shattered my mother's urn in front of me and fed her ashes to a dog, all while Collin watched. My mother's last words were, "Stop begging him." She left me a number for my estranged uncle, a powerful man I barely knew. When I called him, he sent a jet to bring me to London. Now, I'm back. Not as the broken wife he discarded, but as the new CEO of his collapsing company, ready to take everything from him./1/112281/coverorgin.jpg?v=a0958e54f3273f46f0c7918a8554cfb7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love the disabled tycoon
She thought she was marrying the handsome second young master of New York's most powerful family. Instead, she got his older brother, a cold and wheelchair-bound tycoon who wants nothing to do with her. One wrong move, and her family loses everything. Trapped in a gilded cage with a husband who pushes her away at every turn, Giselle has no choice but to stay. She tells herself this is just survival. But the closer she gets to Reid, the more she realizes something about him doesn't add up. Beneath the ice, there are moments of unexpected warmth. Beneath the darkness, there are secrets he will kill to protect. What if the man who claims he cannot walk is hiding the truth?/0/45326/coverorgin.jpg?v=4458e725035c4354a2a9325f66f1d3a5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Billionaire's Admirable Bride
“What are you doing out here by the road at this late hour of the night?“ he asked, his eyes watching her. “Come with me," he offered, but Olima was afraid of him. Trusting him, she finally accepted his hands and followed him home. .. Olima Adams, a 17-year-old girl was sent away from her parent's house at night. Luckily, she met a man, who took her home. His mother refused, but this man had his eyes on her. What do you think would transpired between them? Read to find out./0/90067/coverorgin.jpg?v=bc527f7b6209619620f00b9d4d2881cf&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Son's Watch Exposed My Husband's Lies
My son, Leo, died a month ago from what they called a tragic accident. My husband, Benedict, has been my rock, holding me together as our world ended. But when he brought the nanny, Kendall, to our home, he wasn't comforting me. He was comforting her. He called me hysterical for wanting to plan our son's funeral because it was upsetting Kendall. That night, I heard them together in the guest room. His low rumble, her soft reply. In a desperate need to feel close to my son, I went to his room and found his smartwatch. The one he was supposed to be wearing that day. I charged it, and a notification popped up: Leo's Journey - Data Upload Complete. I pressed play and heard it all. My son, begging for me as he baked to death in the car. Kendall, telling him to be quiet before locking the doors. The betrayal was absolute. My grief vanished, replaced by a cold, hard clarity. My husband wasn't just cheating on me; he was protecting our son's murderer. I scrolled past my family and friends and found the name of my husband's biggest rival. "Chase," I said when he answered, my voice steady and unrecognizable. "I'm leaving the company. I need a change of scenery."/0/95073/coverorgin.jpg?v=485afaa8df7e0cc917da2ec77c278b9b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
