Romance Books for Women
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Forbidden Love: Touch Me Honey
Warning: This novel has mature content meant for adults who likes smut, raw and unfiltered words. if you're a lover of romance, forbidden love and dark secrets this is for you. ******* "Brother, I'm pregnant with our child" "Get rid of it it would be too shameful for people to hear, how could you not know contraceptive? what a shame " The man said coldly as he stormed out of the room leaving behind the stunned Clarissa./0/22017/coverorgin.jpg?v=f2e9ccd70cc51c9e71803d28576b5c82&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Alpha Prince And His Human Mate
Jane is human is girl living with her sibling Tonia and Tony, learning that her siblings her not normal human but werewolves and the surprising part is that she is one of them but her wolf can’t show up due to an incident which happened years back. Moving to White moon pack with her siblings for her protection and constant nightmare, because she is an introvert who interacts with no one except her brother and sister. Getting to White moon pack changed it all when she found out that she mated to the Alpha prince, and a soon to be Luna. She wants to reject him because she thinks he is crazy, wanting to her to marry him the first time they met. Will she reject or accept him?/0/82871/coverorgin.jpg?v=f5dc906e4e75e4f679484fb7f790d43d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Unwanted Fiancée's Sweet Escape
My eyes snapped open in the blinding hospital light. A nurse murmured the date: July 15th, 2013. The number slammed into me. It couldn't be. That was ten years ago. Ten years before the crash that supposedly just happened. Ten years before I, Sarah Miller, endured a decade of quiet suffocation married to Ethan Hayes. In my real recent past, just before the crash, I'd discovered gut-wrenching betrayal: Ethan and Olivia Cartwright, his high-school flame, renewed vows in secret. While I was still his wife. The misery, the constant, gnawing neglect, Ethan's emotional energy poured into Olivia like water into sand—it all came rushing back. He had lived a double life, building a separate future with another woman while married to me. My spirit, a withered thing, had accepted it. Now, I was back. Before the suffering, before the constant, soul-crushing betrayal. A cruel irony: my alleged accident had sent me backward in time, to before the misery even began. The quiet misery was a screaming void. I just relived it, and realized I was about to restart it. But not this time. This was it. My second chance. Ethan could have Olivia. He could have her from the start. Sarah Miller was not walking that path again. I was going to orchestrate their "happiness" and secure my own escape into a real life./0/85374/coverorgin.jpg?v=b7ac96283d0b940dbf8e5c0268e1cee2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Discarded Wife, New Beginning
My fifth anniversary card from Liam was on the counter, perfectly depicting the happy DINK life we' d built. That evening, the picture shattered when he confessed another woman, Chloe Davis, was pregnant with his child. He swore it wasn' t an affair, claiming she' d stolen his sperm, but his family, desperate for an heir, forced him to accept the child, disown me, and sacrifice our life. I was left to absorb his shocking betrayal, the grotesque lie, and the cold reality that my husband, the man who once vowed I was enough despite my infertility from saving his life, was letting his family destroy me for a baby. Forced to witness him doting on Chloe, my every memory with him twisted into an instrument of torture, I agreed to his "temporary" divorce, booking a one-way ticket to Canada instead of the resort he thought I was recovering at./0/86782/coverorgin.jpg?v=d79443fed998cdca686847c368d45627&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Promise Kept, A Heart Healed
Tomorrow was supposed to be my wedding day. But a cold feeling spread through my chest as I stood outside the bathroom door of my fiancé, Liam Harrison, the man I' d known since foster care. Inside, I heard his desperate moan: "Ashley..." Ashley Peterson. My high school tormentor. The one who called him a "freak" and poured scalding coffee on him. My heart shattered as he moaned her name again, pure pleasure. His phone buzzed, the name Ashley Peterson lit up the screen. He answered, his voice instantly soft, almost pleading. "You better be. Don' t think for a second that just because you' re marrying that pathetic little charity case, you can forget about me," she spat. He lied about checking work email, grabbed his keys, and left. I followed. He drove not to his office, but to an expensive bakery. I watched as he bought her a ridiculous cake. He' d hired her as his personal assistant, saying it was revenge. But I' d found his old journals. They weren't about revenge. They were filled with her name, detailing a twisted obsession. At the bakery, Ashley took the cake. "It' s my birthday tomorrow, Liam. I have a wish. Ditch the wedding. Don' t marry her." He stiffened, but she purred, "You don't love her. You love me." I watched as he slowly, almost imperceptibly, nodded. My heart turned to ice. I cancelled the wedding, packed my bags, and started the process to move to Europe. But Ashley wasn't done. She showed up at my home, treating our staff like servants. "This is my house now." The confrontation escalated, and she deliberately threw scalding soup on me. "Now you have a scar to match your pathetic life." Liam walked in, and she shrieked, "She attacked me!" He didn' t even look at my burns. He cradled her. "Chloe, what the hell is wrong with you?" Even with witnesses, he chose to believe her. He carried her out to the hospital, leaving me behind-alone, shattered, and betrayed. He tried to buy my forgiveness with designer gifts, but I saw him for what he was: a weak man controlled by toxic obsession. Then, at a charity gala, Ashley, desperate, bid a ridiculous amount on a bracelet. Liam publicly rejected her, and she flew into a rage, smashing the bracelet and fleeing. He followed her into the garden. I watched as he gently comforted her for losing a childhood memento. She gave him a deep, demanding kiss, and he returned it passionately. The world tilted. It wasn' t just sick obsession. It was love. I finally understood my place. He loved me like a sister he was indebted to, like a pet he felt responsible for. But he desired Ashley. Her cruelty was affection, my devotion a burden. I was the safe harbor, she the storm. I didn' t want his pity, his candy, his hollow promises. I wanted to be free. The morning of the wedding, I abandoned my dress, shattered my phone, and threw away my ring. I was finally, truly, gone./0/80681/coverorgin.jpg?v=8ca7e4d54d5ec52e4efc7a83551f5222&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late, Mr. Billionaire
My life as Sarah Miller, an architect flourishing in New York, felt divinely blessed after marrying the charismatic Michael Thompson. But this dream quickly twisted into a grotesque nightmare when Michael’s twin brother, David, tragically died, prompting his formidable mother to demand he father an heir with my sister, Jessica – David’s grieving widow – to secure their prestigious lineage. Though Michael publicly pledged loyalty to me, I soon discovered him secretly entwined with Jessica, their nightly affair mocking my marriage. I was systematically gaslighted by both families, accused of selfishness, and forced into excruciating public humiliations, culminating in a fabricated "miscarriage scare" engineered by Jessica, leading me to be physically beaten and then compelled to give blood to my sister, who was carrying Michael's child. The man who'd made me feel seen and cherished now personified betrayal, his "duty to David" a vile justification for his actions, leaving me isolated and utterly broken. How could my own husband and sister inflict such deliberate, soul-crushing anguish and still expect my compliance? Consumed by cold fury, I secretly filed for divorce, fled to Florence, and when Michael, oblivious, inevitably pursued me, I initiated my own meticulously crafted, jaw-dropping scheme: I announced I would be bearing a child for another man, a cruel mirror to his own betrayal, ensuring he would finally feel the agonizing depth of his sins./0/62065/coverorgin.jpg?v=ad687f07788c87254699668097919690&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Alpha boys
Killian Alpha Zade Alpha Hardin Alpha Jordan Alpha Four unhinged boys who came out of their mother at once as quadruplets. Born into the great Alpha family, the most toxic royal-mafia family in Italy. Their father... Malachi Alpha is the Overlord of every mafia clan in the country. There are numerous mafia clans in Italy, and each clan has a boss, but every single boss is still under Malachi... He's the boss of all bosses, they submit to him. He controls the Italian mafia organization. His wife ... Aurora Alpha is the complete opposite of him. The mother of the quadruplets... She's as soft as a feather. Now back to our four hot boys. They might be mafia heirs, but they're also gangsters themselves. They call themselves Alpha Boys, and anywhere they storm, blood flows. As ruthless as they are, they're teens, students of the biggest school in Italy.... Royal Pride High. It's a mafia school, made for kids whose parents are in the mafia organization. Students bow anytime the boys show up, they're the school kings. Their words are law and they're free to kill and torment anyone who fûcks up on the school grounds. Then there's our girl.... Zinnia Holt. Her parents aren't in the mafia... She lost her mum already, and she stays with her dad who's an insane drunkard. She's just an ordinary girl who luckily got into the school. Luckily? That changed to unfortunately when she made the mistake of letting the leader of Alpha Boys notice her on her first day. She can't escape, she's trapped. The devil inserted himself deep into her world. She became his pretty little prey, and he became her predator who hunts her. "He won't let go of her till she bows to his lust and satisfies his cravings" Aren't you curious about what this means? Where will the hunt lead to? Is she gonna bow? And are you ready to enter the student-mafia world of deep secrets and hot dramas ? Just hop on this ride with me, don't dare miss out! ***/0/32342/coverorgin.jpg?v=0a2c610e9489b0ae16ca8a43896cf0a6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Destined Couple: Want Nobody But You
Born with a silver spoon in her mouth, however, she chose to work as a manager in a well-known enterprise. The day she celebrated her boyfriend's birthday, she was set up and had a one night stand with a stranger. She left before he woke up and even paid him 250 dollars. Yet, the man was no other than the cold CEO and famous heartthrob. Seeing the bills she left, he suppressed his burning anger and swore to make her pay the price. The love game started now./0/58467/coverorgin.jpg?v=826938fa2d6147a359ff89b8580da6c0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Paradise in My World : Series #1
A story of an extraordinary girl from the Island of Siargao. All about her life experiences, her feelings, and her sacrifices. She focuses on her family, but one day her priorities were changed. She experienced more of a life that she felt like living on with it and not just barely surviving. Would she be able to adapt to it? Will her sacrifices be paid off?/0/98202/coverorgin.jpg?v=1f379c75b79c0cb8d7353afe9d1e0479&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Billionaire's Unlikely Bride
The Barrett family and Prescott family agreed to ally with each other 20 years ago. The son of the Barrett family was to marry the first daughter of the Prescott family. But what happens when Mason refuses to marry the unknown girl his family chose for him? In an attempt to escape this alliance, he ends up marrying the second daughter of the Prescott family, Raven. This causes the first daughter, Blair, to despise her little sister even more. Blair and her mother, Lenora, try desperately to make Mason divorce Raven, but will they succeed? What happens when a new problem arises as Mason's obsessed ex wants him back? Find out in this thrilling tale./0/84592/coverorgin.jpg?v=a7d6ef12979ca68b52b5b5902bd69ddf&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Wedding Plot: My Comeback
The kitchen was filled with the scent of garlic and basil, a testament to the perfect life Ethan Thorne was building with his fiancée, Olivia. They were soulmates, partners in love and in their shared dream: a restaurant of their own, with a wedding just two weeks away. Then, a whispered phone conversation shattered his world. Olivia, the woman he adored, speaking with venom about his deceased sister, Isabella, and laughing about him as "that fool chef" and "just a toy." He was a pawn in a chilling revenge plot, destined for public humiliation at their wedding. His heart, so full moments before, became a hollow, aching void. Every shared laugh, every tender kiss, twisted into a grotesque lie. His fiancée wasn't his partner; she was his executioner, meticulously planning his destruction for a perceived wrong from five years ago. How could the woman he poured his entire being into be so cruel? How could she look him in the eye, whisper "I love you," and plot his utter breaking? The depth of her betrayal was an open wound, an injustice that screamed silently within him. But Ethan Thorne wouldn't be a victim. He would play her game, right up to the very end. He wiped the tears from his eyes, picked up his phone, and called Professor Davies. "Tell me more about Paris."/0/58780/coverorgin.jpg?v=a136ac092b2442e948b804441ab46daf&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love After the Lantern
I don't know what nightmare happened to Adara. She had to swallow the bitter truth after her marriage to a strange man took place. Based on an arranged marriage, Adara and Dirga did not love each other. Adara even swore that she would never fall in love with Dirga. Adara's life began to feel heavy. She, who was not yet an adult, was told to get married. Not to mention taking care of the household, Adara was not ready for a family. For Dirga himself, being married to a young child did not burden him. Dirga has many patience mantras to deal with his little wife. So, is it possible for them to live without love? Or maybe that love can grow with time?/0/81307/coverorgin.jpg?v=11ab13e716c6fea965d7329cdeb7c0ae&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Ninety-Nine Weddings and a Funeral for Love
It was my ninety-ninth wedding to Ethan Carter, my Southern Belle smile frozen in place despite the whispers of Charleston society. Suddenly, a hidden screen at the altar flickered to life. It showed Tiffany Hayes tearfully auctioning a fake heirloom, claiming Ethan was her savior while he loudly abandoned me to bid a million dollars on her manufactured drama. Ethan then systematically unleashed horrifying abuse. He locked me out and moved Tiffany into our home. He dangled me from a skyscraper rooftop. He brutally forced me to desecrate his deceased parents' tombstones. And finally, he drugged, violated, and filmed me, before leaking the humiliating video online for the world to see. How could the man I secretly saved, twice over, believe such monstrous lies and become my tormentor? How could he drive me to the brink of utter despair and into the embrace of the cold, indifferent ocean? Yet, as the waves closed over me, a forgotten childhood promise and the unwavering dedication of my oldest friend pulled me back. I was ready to witness the devastating truth Ethan would soon uncover and the reckoning that awaited his betrayer./0/83810/coverorgin.jpg?v=b62fa183db2683205b3d130257dac9e5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late, Governor: My Freedom Is Mine
For three years, I was Julian Davenport's shadow – his bodyguard by day, his lover by night. Our routine was a carefully guarded secret, a stolen rhythm of illicit nights and cold mornings. Then, in the pre-dawn chill, his voice, flat and emotionless, sliced through the quiet: "It's over, Ava." He was marrying Chloe Vanderbilt, the perfect political match, and I was just… practice. He tossed my birth control pills onto the bed, a cruel reminder not to complicate his future. The worst came later, when Chloe, his fiancée, ordered me to my hands and knees, using me as a footstool to avoid dirtying her gown, while Julian watched, saying nothing. I' d taken a knife protecting her just hours before, and his only concern was her safety, not mine. I was called "sloppy." That was the moment my heart finally gave up. How could the man I protected, the man I loved, strip away my dignity so completely? Was three years of my life truly just a rehearsal? I walked away from the Davenport estate, leaving the shadow behind. But when Julian, now Governor-elect, tracked me down and tried to drag me back into his gilded cage, I knew I had to make my final stand./0/95230/coverorgin.jpg?v=79e4abc38ff18de5279963ebbcbf31a7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Fiancé's Betrayal: My Fatal Wedding Gift
I was given three months to live. My fiancé, however, decided that was far too long. I overheard him with my stepsister, Krista, calling our three-year relationship a "charade" he was tired of. The bone marrow I donated to him after a car crash-the very act that triggered my fatal illness-wasn't a sacrifice. It was a transaction. He had manipulated my guilt to use me as a placeholder while he waited for his true love, Krista. He abandoned me bleeding at our engagement party to tend to her fake injury, then gave her power of attorney over my critically ill brother, forcing me to agree to her cruel demands. My love was a lie. My sacrifice was a punchline. The man I thought was my savior had orchestrated my death sentence and then buried me with his betrayal. So on my wedding day, as he waited at the altar for Krista, I faked my own death. I left him with one final wedding gift: my terminal diagnosis and the truth of his deception. It was time for my revenge./0/18263/coverorgin.jpg?v=74ebd03ae9604f5c95867b6e4a3ceba1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Mr. Soldier
When her boyfriend betrayed her, all light and joy was gone from Cherry’s life. Deserted, bereft of hope, she married a man that she had barely met, but she had never expected him to be her ex-boyfriend’s uncle. Cherry thought that she had finally found her happiness, but she had no idea about the dark secrets that were bound to unfold and haunt her forever. With the help of her husband’s enemy, she ran away from her marriage, but at a cost that she had never imagined she would have to pay. Five years later, she accidentally crossed paths again with the same people that she had fled from./0/86626/coverorgin.jpg?v=5e455ef567d5182abe457ece8cfc745c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Other Woman, My New Life
This Valentine's Day, I finally convinced my boyfriend of ten years, Ethan Hayes, to take me to that trendy new restaurant, the one with a six-month waitlist. It was our tenth anniversary, a big deal, and I thought maybe, just maybe, this time would be different. We had just sat down when his phone rang. It was Ashley Cooper. I heard Ethan say, "Don't be silly, you're more understanding than her. I'll be right back." He walked out and never returned. I sat there alone until the restaurant closed. He sent a text later: "Ashley isn't feeling well. I need to get her home safely. Take a cab home. Text me when you get there." I saw Ashley's social media post with pictures of them, new and old, captioned, "Never learned to grow up, but thankfully, there's always someone to tolerate my whims." Later, back at our apartment, I saw two figures getting into the elevator with Ethan. It had to be Ashley. He texted, "I'm tired. I don't want to fight tonight." I felt a crushing weight. After college, I had turned down a fantastic job offer to follow Ethan, giving up my dreams for his. I lost touch with most of my old friends. Now, I truly had nowhere to go. I had spent ten years waiting for him, helping him build his life and his business. I had been "understanding" and "obedient," always putting his needs first, only to be compared to Ashley, the woman he truly desired. Why did I sacrifice everything for him? That night, I picked up my phone and sent him two texts: "I don't want to be understanding anymore. Ethan, we're over." It was time to find out who Chloe Miller was without him./0/83028/coverorgin.jpg?v=1d39dc8a343577acf5777b14dbdd8d83&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Bound by the Brand: His Contracted Bride
My father and older brother, gone in a blink, left me, Ethan Miller, the last man standing and sole heir to a sprawling Texas ranch empire. The funeral dust hadn't even settled, but the vultures were already circling. My uncle, Robert, saw opportunity where I felt grief, while Governor Sterling delivered an ultimatum: secure my inheritance, or lose it to endless family disputes-by marrying within a year. Then, my ex-girlfriend, Brittany Carter, reappeared, her sympathy dripping with a sweetness that soured my stomach. I' d foolishly held onto a flicker of hope for her, even after she' d left when my prospects weren't "shiny enough." But all my illusions shattered when I overheard her and my cousin, Dylan, plotting. "He' s a wreck, completely clueless," I heard Britt sneer, her voice devoid of remorse. "He' s just a means to an end. Once he' s got full control, and I' ve wrapped him around my little finger, this ranch will practically be ours." My childhood rescuer, the girl I thought cared, was a calculating viper, mocking my grief, planning to carve up my legacy. The words hit me like a physical blow. The crushing weight of fresh profound grief twisted into something colder, sharper: pure, unadulterated anger. How could I have been so blind, so stupid? How could the people closest to me betray me so utterly, so cruelly? They clearly thought I was just a soft, grieving fool easily manipulated. But if they thought they could pick me clean, they were about to learn a harsh lesson. A fire ignited within me, burning off the sorrow. It was time to activate an old pact, one that would bring an unexpected woman into my life, and change everything the vultures thought they knew./0/90537/coverorgin.jpg?v=6368dfc621004ffd894efa88aeee0c82&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Heiress They Betrayed
Everyone in the city of Westrington knew that Claire Harrington, the youngest daughter the Harringtons found and brought back years ago, was the fiercest woman in town. Her husband, Gavin Fulton, wasn't just the only heir to Fulton Group—he was also the most sought-after surgeon in the entire city. They pampered Claire, let her run wild, and gave her everything she ever wanted. Her older brother, Graham Harrington, had her back at the company. He once swore publicly that the company would always belong to Claire, and he was just the one making money for her. The only one who ever encouraged her to step out of her comfort zone was Nina Harrington, the "wrong heiress" raised in Claire's place. Nina told her to be independent, to stop relying on others. Claire laughed it off, thinking Nina was just overthinking everything. Until the news hit—Nina had been stabbed in the Harrington Group underground garage. Claire rushed to call the one person she trusted most—Gavin. But the reply from the hospital shattered her. Gavin was in surgery... saving the man who'd attacked Nina. Even her brother Graham redirected all available medical staff to ensure the attacker survived. Claire screamed. She begged. She dropped to her knees, pleading with them to save her sister. But Graham simply ordered someone to restrain her. "Claire, calm down, would you? She's not even your real sister. Even if you lose her, you still have a husband and a brother who love you. But Marissa... she's different. And that man we're saving, he raised Marissa for over twenty years!"/0/18576/coverorgin.jpg?v=07a169456462b70d479b089dac411b53&imageMogr2/format/webp)
