Romance Books for Women
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Betrayed Wife, Unstoppable Rise
My adopted daughter, Lily, was my whole world. We were playing hide-and-seek in our penthouse when I heard a shriek, cut short, followed by a sickening thud. I raced to the balcony, only to find my husband' s stepsister, Haylee Walls, standing there, and the railing empty. On the pavement five floors below, Lily lay still in a pink dress, surrounded by a rapidly spreading pool of red. My husband, Brighton Castro, rushed out, pulling me into an embrace that felt like a cage. Then, a sharp prick in my neck, and darkness. When I woke, my eyes were sewn shut. I was in a cold, damp, derelict building. Brighton' s mocking chuckle echoed, followed by Haylee' s soft voice. "She can't hurt you anymore," Brighton said. He accused me of insulting Haylee, of throwing her childhood blindness in her face. "So now," he continued, his voice devoid of warmth, "you can experience it for yourself. Feel what it's like to be blind." His friends laughed as I stumbled, blood trickling from my eyelids. I didn't understand. My daughter was dead, and my husband, the man who promised to protect us, had done this to me. Why? What kind of monster was he? But their mockery fueled something else. I stood straight, my hand finding the diamond earring I wore. I pressed it. "I need a new husband," I said, my voice steady and clear. "Send a helicopter for me in an hour."/0/83969/coverorgin.jpg?v=2d799fc2584a4b9a2e454c4b8cf5ab7b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late, Mr. Morris: She's Mrs. Blakely Now
Five years ago, I stood alone in my simple white dress, abandoned at the altar by my high school sweetheart, Ryan Morris, for another woman. Heartbroken, I fled to Paris, found my passion, and built a new life as Jocelyn Blakely, wife to the powerful heir, Andrew. Now, three months pregnant, I returned to New Orleans, only to be met at the airport by none other than Ryan, who had become a petty valet. He and his new girlfriend, Sabrina, reveled in mocking me, physically shoving me to the ground, causing a sharp pain in my abdomen. The humiliation deepened at Andrew's grandfather's gala. Ryan and Sabrina publicly shamed me, shattered a precious sugar sculpture I crafted, and stole the locket Andrew gave me. Ryan even slapped me, sneering, believing I wanted him back, leaving me crumpled, violated, and utterly powerless. How could he, the man who once claimed to love me, stoop to such a depraved act? Why did he believe I was still that desperate girl, when everything about me screamed independence and strength? Just as I believed I might lose everything, the ballroom doors burst open, and Andrew Blakely strode in, his eyes blazing. He saw the wound on my cheek, the shattered gift, and his once-quiet fury was now a thunderous storm, ready to unleash retribution far beyond anything Ryan could ever imagine./0/80371/coverorgin.jpg?v=04342fcdfc4e46f6f566f564c8373d74&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He Proposed Again, I Introduced My Husband.
The flashbulbs were blinding, the “Rising Critic” statuette heavy and cold in my grasp. Outside the hotel, amidst the swarm of photographers, a familiar figure pushed through and knelt before me. Jake Brown, my ex-fiancé, held open a velvet box, a diamond winking under the harsh lights. “Emily,” he rasped, a sound I once knew intimately, “Marry me. Again.” His family materialized behind him, beaming, a well-rehearsed chorus expecting my tears and a trembling, “Yes, oh, yes!” But they’d forgotten—or perhaps never knew—the full story of how he’d publicly accused me of sabotaging his signature dish. How he’d whispered lies to the restaurant owner, implying I pilfered expensive ingredients. How I was fired on the spot, my name dragged through the mud, my culinary dreams torched. His mother, Carol, tried to paint him as a suffering hero, claiming he’d spent a fortune clearing my name from the food poisoning incident. Yet, I remembered the real origins: the cheap, peanut-contaminated oil, the plagiarism he later framed me for. I remembered being left with a shattered wrist in a dark alley, as he walked away, abandoning me to a mob that *he* had stirred against me. His grand gesture now felt like the ultimate insult, dripping with manufactured sympathy—and unbearable blame. Three years had been long enough to heal, to rebuild, to find a love that didn’t demand sacrifice, yet they had the audacity to stage this performance. How could they stand here, rewriting history, when *he* had ripped everything from me? My voice was even, devoid of the storm that once raged, as I held up my left hand. A simple, elegant gold band gleamed beside my engagement ring—Noah’s ring. “Jake and I ended things three years ago,” I stated, my eyes steady. “And for your information, I’m already married.” The collective gasp and intensifying flashbulbs signaled that *my* story, the real one, was just beginning./0/82874/coverorgin.jpg?v=0a0ab78078f1806a098d14c03dc6635d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Jilted Bride's Revenge
My New York apartment smelled of lilies and roses, and my perfect Hamptons wedding was just three days away. Mark Olsen was everything I'd ever wanted: charming, successful, and devoted. I was about to become Mrs. Mark Olsen, stepping into the solid, perfect future we' d planned. Then a text from an unknown number shattered my world: "Can't believe you're still going through with this sham wedding. Last weekend was proof you belong with ME. Call it off like you promised, or I will. - T." My breath hitched. The words swam before my eyes. Mark was supposedly at a finance conference that very weekend, but my investigative dive into "T" (Tiffany Hayes, his high school ex) revealed glossy photos of her at his hotel, captured during his supposed conference. To add insult to injury, Tiffany was already engaged to another man, Alex Walker. I wasn't just betrayed; I was Mark's desperate fallback plan. Every cherished moment, every promise over our year-long engagement, felt like a sickening, elaborate lie. Why propose, why plan this lavish wedding, if I was just a convenient consolation prize? The thought was humiliating, the destruction of everything I believed our relationship was. My excitement curdled into icy rage. I wouldn't just call off the wedding. I decided to expose them both. This wouldn't be a celebration of love; it would be their public downfall, and I had just the stage for it: our pre-wedding brunch./1/100395/coverorgin.jpg?v=572bb7d3386d2d8f01070e808217c1a8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
She Found Her Happiness after Dumping her Fiancée
Throughout their three-year engagement, the most frequent question Michael Powell asked Kylee Steward was, "Wanna do it?" Kylee would refuse him with a flushed face. But he would coax her with tender whispers in her ear while continuing to kiss her. "I cannot control myself. I'm just attracted to you physically." Her heart melted at his sweet words, and she found herself agreeing to his unreasonable requests again and again. They had sex in various positions, by the large windows, in the office, and even in the backseat of a closed car. As the wedding date approached, Kylee took the planning documents to discuss them with Michael, only to hear a woman's seductive moans from outside the private room. It was her voice! "Whoa, Kylee looks pretty serious usually, but she's so wild in bed. Michael, you are generous to let us listen to this. When can we watch it live? How about on your wedding night?" A voice echoed while laughing. She knew it too well. I'm not going to marry her."/0/33440/coverorgin.jpg?v=8a5d1e6f78656ea5d7aa5e475a3cc82f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
THE FAIRY AND THE TWIN SWORDS
On the night of her eighteenth birthday Alice suddenly got proposed to by the legendary prince of Aceland who is soon to be emperor. Although she is the most hated daughter of the family and of her kingdom people wonder why she got a better suitor than anyone would ever get and this causes problems for her and her step sister which nearly caused her her life. Luckily her prince charming, or not so charming prince comes to her aid and takes her away from all the hardships she's facing. But then another hardship awaits her in his kingdom, much more harder than all the hardships she's ever come across. Her finding out she was a fairy and had powers didn't go down well with her, she had to fight and help retrieve the two twin swords which were the soul of the glitz planets and help solve out the undying dispute between two brothers that has lasted for centuries. Will she succeed or fail? And even if she does will she still be able to be together with the man she loves? Why don't you dive into the book and find out yourself?/0/73175/coverorgin.jpg?v=f887a7362d4ed6a1b9f53076c7c5ce42&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Forgotten Vows
Melissa Wright spent three years as David Haynes' loyal secretary and secret wife; silent, unseen, and unwanted. When she discovers she's pregnant, she believes it's finally time to fight for her place in his life but the night she plans to tell him, she finds herself standing in the shadows watching David toast to a future with his first love; Helena Powell. With her heart in pieces and a child to protect, Melissa disappears without a trace, determined to build a life of her own. But fate has other plans. When she reemerges, thriving and unrecognizable, she's no longer the woman David once overlooked; she's a rising star in the fashion industry, powerful in her own right. Now, David is faced with a woman he barely knows, yet can't ignore. And when he finally learns the truth about the child she kept from him, he realizes too late that the woman he took for granted is the one he can't afford to lose. But Melissa has learned the hard way that love isn't enough. Can he prove he's truly changed, or will she slip through his fingers forever?/0/94294/coverorgin.jpg?v=8b19aa0f1b7fd31a540176be3b2d774b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Second Cut
In my past life, I gave up my chance to become a top surgeon to support my husband Kyson Mason's career. I willingly stood in his shadow as his devoted wife. After he achieved fame and success, he draped his arm around a younger colleague and said to me, "You're no longer good enough for me." Divorced and left with nothing, my skills rusted, and I succumbed to depression, dying alone. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day Kyson first urged me to quit my job. He held my hand, his eyes brimming with affection. "Once I become department head, I'll make sure you live a good life." I smiled and gently pulled my hand away. "No need, Dr. Mason. Also, let's get divorced." My scalpel was itching to see the light of day again./0/80684/coverorgin.jpg?v=b33e6c6c34c6e05412e2c703cd33b5ff&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Husband's Cruel Secret
Today marked our fifth wedding anniversary, sweet with the scent of blueberry pancakes, and I hummed, cradling the secret joy of our twelve-week pregnancy. I couldn't wait to surprise Mike tonight with the news we'd finally conceived after years of trying. But a sudden, chilling suspicion washed over me when I looked at the "stronger supplements" Mike had insisted I take, recommended by his high school ex, Jessica. These pills were unfamiliar, chalky, and came in a plain, unmarked bottle. A frantic search of Mike's sock drawer yielded a pharmacy printout: Misoprostol, a drug specifically used to terminate pregnancies. The dosage matched his instructions for the "supplements." My baby was gone, blood gushing, the world went dark. I woke in a sterile hospital room, our baby gone, my mother's face a mask of grief. Mike walked in, completely devoid of remorse, claiming Jessica "needed this" for *her* last chance to have *his* child, accusing me of being "insensitive" to her needs. Then, my father, crushed by the devastating loss, collapsed into a coma. While he lay fighting for his life, Mike publicly flaunted his relationship with Jessica online, creating a GoFundMe painting himself as their selfless hero, and me as the "unsupportive, bitter ex." The audacity escalated when his lawyer brazenly suggested I "channel my maternal instincts positively" by caring for Jessica's future baby. My anguish turned to a cold, hard resolve as I realized the depth of their malice. I wasn't just getting a divorce; I was going to make them pay for every lie, every manipulation, and every ounce of pain they had inflicted./0/24836/coverorgin.jpg?v=457dc51e45e1ad6c70cb4d1a761170be&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Acknowledged By A Mafia Leader
She stood nervously opposite his brown delinquent eyes. His sturdy was crouching above her, his hands were put on both sides of the rail, giving her no space to move as her eyes locked with his. The more he leaned closer, the more her heart heaved violently. She nibbled at her lower lip, no matter how hard she tried to avoid him, he's always coming back. “Why do you keep chasing after me?” She asked quietly, struggling to sustain her composure. She seems to lose her breath at just his sight. Just as expected, he didn't say a word as his cold eyes persists to linger on her face, “Do you like me?” She further raised a question, neglecting the indifference on his countenance. This time, he tuts as he picked a strand of hair at her ear, twiddling at his fingertips. “Don't you think like is a big word, Tinkerbell?” He whispered, leaning close, so she could feel him. However, his eyes were still dim and empty, devoid of emotion. She discreetly gulped, not knowing what could be running through his head. “It's natural Snow White, it just occurred to me that you're the first female I acknowledged as a lady” *** She's the good girl. She's no different from a boring introvert, a reserved lady who spoke little. She didn't attain a mutual relationship with her family. Over time, she fell in love with a man who wasn't out of her league. But this man broke her and left her shattered, which made her hate herself. Just when she was picking up her broken self, Zachary Gonzalez walked into her life with his mysteries./0/85690/coverorgin.jpg?v=873e11036eaa1a30c7d08ec2164afb01&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Digital Death To Shared Reign
The final memory of my past life was a cold, digital execution. I watched David Chen, my ex-fiancé, on a hundred-foot screen at his company' s IPO launch, alive and destroying me. "Sarah Miller hacked my systems," he' d declared, pulling his new girlfriend, Emily, close. "She tried to con my grieving family and ruin Emily' s reputation." The fallout was immediate: blacklisted, our family' s digital forensics firm raided, our life' s work wiped clean. He' d sneered, "If you can' t bring back my reputation, you' ll pay." I paid. We all did. Until now. The insistent ding-dong of my doorbell cut through the silence, bringing me back to October 12th. It was the day after David Chen was reported dead, the day his parents had come seeking my help. Last time, I' d opened that door, taken their money, accepted their false promises, and poured my soul into his shattered laptop, only for him to rise from the grave to crucify me. But this time, I knew where that path led. I pressed my face against the cool wood, my voice steady. "Go away." Mrs. Chen's muffled plea followed: "Sarah, please! It's about David. We need your help." I' d lied: "No one can truly recover data from a physically destroyed device." The silence on the other side thickened with their disbelief, just before the lock on my door clicked. He was here. Already. The door swung open, revealing David Chen, perfectly alive, his charismatic smile a cruel slash. "See, Mom, Dad? I told you she was hiding something," he said, his eyes locking onto mine, a chilling, possessive fire in them. "She knew I wasn't dead." Emily slipped in behind him, a picture of deceptive innocence. He picked up my brother' s locket, a symbol of my family, and with a flick of his wrist, tossed it out the window. "You're a monster," I whispered. "No," he said, "I'm a survivor. You've had your little rebirth, your second chance. Fine. Let's see what you do with it." He knew. He was acknowledging it, and my blood ran cold. He thought he had won, confining me to this digital graveyard. But he was wrong. He hadn't just confined me. He had given me a target./0/74583/coverorgin.jpg?v=2575793f22ed24631f1f7c05d31ffa7a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Will You Still Love Me The Same
Clara Hughs is an orphan who was working in a bar as a waitress where rich men come to pick up girls. She encountered a strange handsome man at the club one night, Ragnor Usiku, who rescued her from trouble with her employer. Everything changed, as Clara Hughs found herself drawn to this man. Will Clara love him the same when she discovers who he is? Will their love bring them peace or will it create obstacles for them? To know more read "Will You Still Love Me The Same"/0/58470/coverorgin.jpg?v=a05bdd21bc25ab7210268de7517d3673&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Last CEO's Deal
Christine passes through hell in the hand of her foster father that certain times, he gave her out to have with men and he gets paid. Mr Webb is the manager of Hudson's chemical technologies and has been stealing the company's money since he began working there. At a time, the CEO of the company, Mr Hudson Cruiz became sick that he stopped work and handed the company over to his son, Mr Fanuel Hudson. Fanuel had to start taking care of the company, and that's how he noticed that the company's money gets missing every month. Mr Webb noticed that the new CEO is aware of what's going on, he then decided to take millions of dollars and run away from the town. Fanuel swore to get him. So he left to Mr Webb's house but couldn't find him,he now had to take her foster daughter with him. He will be under him as a servant until he recovers all the money her foster father stole, or if possible get him too. Will she ever survive in the jade of a ruthless CEO? What happens when she mistakenly signs a contract that was meant for him and the company instead?/0/60973/coverorgin.jpg?v=34ceb274b88e4d5de106a96a7658299d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Unforgettable Night With Him
Have you ever had an affair? Because me I did it, I know it's wrong but why can't I forget that night? The way how he claimed me and made me feel even weirder when it came to bed. Athena Escarra is a promising young lawyer who loves her work more than anything. She's been married to her husband, Oliver Smith, for six years and would never indulge in an affair-until she met Alessandro Sinclair. Alessandro Sinclair, a prominent CEO of the Sinclair Company, is your everyday rich man who has casual flings and moves on-until he met Athena Escarra. He found himself irresistibly attracted to her and would do anything to have her again./0/84595/coverorgin.jpg?v=bc465563d963b146eb05376f1e861fe3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Regret’s Embrace
For seven years, I lived a quiet life as a musician, believing my wife, Sophia, kept her distance to protect my "fragile artistic temperament." It was a story I told myself, a reason for the cold silence of our marriage. But that carefully constructed world shattered when I overheard her whispering another man' s name in the moonlight-her half-brother, Liam. The whispers festered, revealing a truth more agonizing than I could have imagined: her passion, her longing, was all reserved for him. My heart was ripped to shreds, but the true horror began when Liam, fueled by jealousy and encouraged by Sophia, viciously attacked me. Not only did she abandon me, she even robbed me of my painkillers from the hospital, claiming Liam needed them more for a measly foot injury. I didn't understand. How could the woman I loved disregard my broken ribs so easily, while doting on a spoiled, entitled man-child? Why did my pain mean nothing to her, while his minor discomfort became her world? My life, my very art, had been built on a foundation of lies. Then came the twisted game, a cruel choice forced upon Sophia: save me or Liam. With a gun to my head, and my final words telling her I hoped to never meet her again, she chose him, declaring her unwavering devotion to her brother. I didn't die that day, but the man I was did. Now, free from her toxic embrace, and with hands that may never play guitar again but a spirit finally unbound, I am ready to forge a new path. Sophie, however, is left to face the empty silence of a life without the man who once gave her everything./0/25149/coverorgin.jpg?v=99d2ed5d8e23acc74d8f0444398cc0d6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
You-Know-Who's Beloved Wife
Carol Jones provoked a milkman when she was a teenager, which led to her unfortunate marriage. She was forced to be someone's wife, shameful and disgraceful. Moreover, she had to fulfill her duty as a wife. During the dark days, the man occupied her all the time. However, it didn't make Carol surrender. Instead, she was tougher. A person who got bad cards was destined to lose? She, Carol Jones, had to tame her husband into a loyal dog./0/45173/coverorgin.jpg?v=39afe4a6ce80ed20a82bde5657458787&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Hate That I Love you
"Arisse, let's go home" my best friend Kim pulled me "No. I'll stay here. Let's drink some more. I want to forget" I said and raised a glass of whiskey. I stood in the middle of the dancefloor and shouted there. I grind my body to the accompaniment of the song. I let my body go with every beat of the music "Let's go, Arisse please" Kim whispered to me as I saw a man dancing by her side. Who wouldn't be attracted to my best friend with a very white complexion? Has a pointed nose. The eyes are black and have long eyelashes. Add to that her waist length black hair. Her lips were red and just the right thickness. Its body is perfect like an hour glass. I closed my eyes again and felt the music inside the bar. I just really want to forget this night. Let me please. I ground my waist as violent arms pulled me. I was greeted by a pair of angry eyes "You go home or I'll drag you out" he said with emphasis "Let go of me!" and tried to pull his arm back but it only tightened his grip on me He pulled me out of the bar for nothing, not caring if we bumped into someone. "I'm hurting Mark" I said causing him to let go of my arms. Behind him I saw Kim who attended me immediately. "Sorry. I knew I wouldn't be able to bring you home, so I called Mark," Kim explained "Could it be Arisse, I know you're a b*tch but don't feel sorry for Kim! Look, I've always caught her here taking care of you when you're drunk! She's a sensible woman, don't make her look like you" Mark yelled at me "Why didn't I tell him to come with me! He came here willingly, I didn't text him or call him. I sent him home, he didn't want to. I wanted to stay!" "Go, get back there!" he shouted and pushed me into the bar "Mark" Kim stopped her boyfriend "It's annoying Kim that even you will be held because of what he's doing, if he wants to get away, just don't take you with him" he said and stormed off to his car "Arisse, come I'll take you home. I promised Uncle that I would take you home" I stared at my best friend. I saw the worry in his eyes which made me agree. We rode quietly in the back of Mark's car. Silence enveloped the inside of the car before Mark started it I was looking out the window. Watching every passing vehicle. I let out a few sighs "Are you okay?" I looked at Kim. I looked directly into his eyes before shaking my head. "You can tell me everything. I'm always here to listen" he said sincerely "Prin is cheating on me" the tears that I had been hiding came out Kim's eyes showed surprise and confusion "How? I mean, Prin is impossible? Maybe you're just suspicious?" "No, I saw their text messages. I saw all the 'I love you', 'How are you', 'I miss you', Even in our anniversary, she texted the woman 'I wish you're here with me tonight '" more and more tears flowed from my eyes. I wiped it violently. "I'm with Kim. It was our fucking anniversary. I surprised him. I did all the things he wanted us to do, then I can read it! The pain is like I've been stabbed and stabbed again and again, here" while pointing to my heart before resting my head on the backrest of the car. I let my tears fall. "Did you two talk already?" Mark groined while peering at me in the car's rearview mirror. "I can't. I can't see him right now. I'm too vulnerable "Maybe you should hear his explanation as well" he said lazily "You're your best friend because you can defend yourself. You're both stupid together!" I said before closing my eyes I felt Kim's warm hand caressing my palms. He put my head on his shoulder while stroking my hair "Everything will be okay. Calm down first. You don't want to talk to him while you're angry, you might not understand each other even more. Take a break first" I nodded in response. 5 years. I thought we were strong. I thought that was enough to say that Prin and I love each other. 1st year high school when I met him. The moment I saw him I knew he's the one that's why when he flirted I answered him immediately. I was happy in our relationship. Contented with the things he gives me. Everyone who sees us always says "we are made for each other" and I fucking believe that! I love him with every bit of my heart but he just hurt me! He hurt me that I feel like I am dying. I want this feeling to stop It hurts. Fucking hurt/0/83813/coverorgin.jpg?v=6bfc1748e3618c59f2b90e5925aae174&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Secret Mistress to Sterling Queen
For five years, I, Scarlett King, abandoned my East Coast dynasty to be the secret mistress of tech mogul Julian Thorne, believing our intense, private connection was true love. Tonight, at a lavish charity gala, my heart pounded as Julian bid on my grandmother' s vintage Cartier watch, a public claim I secretly craved. But as the gavel fell, winning the priceless heirloom, Julian turned away from me, announcing his executive assistant, Brianna, as his fiancée and sliding my cherished family watch onto her wrist for the entire ballroom to witness. My world shattered under the weight of the roaring cheers, and Julian, with a devastating smirk, whispered only to me, "Don't look so sad, kitten. This changes nothing for us. My nights are still yours." He viewed me as a mere plaything, a dirty secret to be kept in a box, utterly betraying five years of unwavering loyalty and a twisted kind of love. Shortly after, a cold text banished me from "our" penthouse, giving me one hour before security escorted me out, my life with him reduced to an inventory for a storage unit. How could he so brutally discard five years of my life, my love, my trust, for a conventional wife and a public spectacle, acting as if my public humiliation was just a minor inconvenience to our "games"? How dared he imply I was just a disposable mistress, easily replaced and forgotten in his climb to conventional wealth? As his condescending shadow fell over me, I stood up, declared "We're done, Julian," and walked away, ready to build a new kingdom from the ashes of his betrayal./0/80528/coverorgin.jpg?v=4cd7b7baadd0984b7a00188829ad9d52&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Unwanted Wife's True Colors
For five years, Emily Carter lived as Mrs. Alexander Sterling, a silent accessory in his Manhattan penthouse, with her dreams of screenwriting suppressed. Her contractual marriage was finally set to end, promising her long-awaited freedom. However, on the very last day, Alexander delivered a shocking demand: he expected her to stay on as a "life consultant," training his new fiancée, Sophia, to be his perfect wife. This profound humiliation was amplified as he tore up their signed marriage termination agreement, arrogantly declaring he decided when their arrangement was truly over. Emily fled that night, but Alexander unleashed private investigators to find her, while Sophia launched a vicious public smear campaign, labeling her a vindictive ex. This orchestrated narrative threatened to derail Emily's burgeoning screenwriting career, as studios began to reconsider her project due to the mounting negative publicity. The searing injustice of being demonized and silenced, despite seeking only freedom, ignited a furious resolve within her. Realizing the only path forward was to fight back, Emily decided to expose Alexander and Sophia's duplicity by revealing their own private words and true intentions to the world./0/83031/coverorgin.jpg?v=49c131b6b8d5ee0d8d8a6d7495f07481&imageMogr2/format/webp)
