Romance Books for Women
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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)
Game Over, My Love
I spent two years as "Sparrow" in "Chronicles of Eldoria," a quiet, analytical Loremaster, meticulously perfecting my skills and hiding my striking real-life beauty behind a plain avatar. My loyalty to Lex "Lionheart" Miller' s guild, The Crimson Vanguard, was absolute. But when a major server-wide tournament was announced, Lex, obsessed with "visibility," brought in Starfire, a flashy streamer known for her perfected looks. I was publicly demoted, my spot given to her. Then, for daring to question it, I was falsely accused of stealing guild resources and slandered across the server, with Lex himself endorsing a bounty on my head. He didn't even recognize me when I served him coffee in real life, his dismissal in-game mirroring his utterly indifferent gaze. My safe haven, the one place where my talent truly mattered, became a public arena for my humiliation. Two years of silent dedication, every strategic insight, every hard-earned contribution-all discarded because I wasn't "flashy" enough. How could he, who once relied on my genius, betray me so completely, and then act as if I was "never important"? But their cruelty ignited an ice-cold fury. I deleted Sparrow, created a new identity, and decided it was time not just for Eldoria, but for Lex, and the entire gaming world, to see what the "plain, mousy" Sparrow truly looked like. The game was on./0/88037/coverorgin.jpg?v=6c9d025af2d1535d2b3068982c623f4a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Revenge Is Sweet, Love Is Sweeter
My husband, Emit Arnold, only touches me when he's too drunk to remember he hates my guts. For three years, he's blamed me for the death of his true love, Everleigh. Yesterday, he brought a woman home who had plastic surgery to look exactly like her. Then my own twin children stood before me and told me to get out. "Daddy brought our new mommy home," they said. "You have to leave now." The woman, my adoptive sister Gigi, then deliberately cut her own leg with a knife and blamed me for it. When Emit saw her bleeding, he didn't hesitate. He shoved me to the floor. Later, his sister Isadora slapped me, her eyes burning with hate. "I'm the one who told everyone you killed Everleigh," she hissed. "And I'll keep telling them." My children, my husband, my in-laws—they all chose the woman wearing a dead person's face over me. The love I had held onto for so long was finally gone. That night, he cornered me in my room, ripped the dress from my body, and called me filthy. He thought I would break. Instead, I walked back into the living room, picked up the divorce papers I had already prepared, and threw them right in his face./0/47520/coverorgin.jpg?v=1f9838efbe6e6cb42b4d06b365f69a9a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Aurora…
"stay two metres away from me anytime you are here, you are just my son's nurse so don't act like the caretaker of this whole house" Malcolm growled angrily as Aurora gulped and moved two paces away from him in fear holding onto the little boy's tiny hands. Malcolm Hart, the thirty-five year old business tycoon and the owner of chains of companies scattered around the world. He is the father of Liam,his seven year old son who was diagnosed with a brain tumor and has little time to live, despite having so much money it was hard to get his son treated. Aside being his son's father, he is also different from other men as he doesn't mingle or interact with the world around him unless for business and his ruthlessness was on another level. Things becomes different when Liam is admitted in the hospital because of a sudden seizure due to his illness and he gets attached with his nurse who he later calls his best friend, the two become so attached that Liam ended up asking her to become his nanny as his papa is hardly ever around. As Nurse Aurora step into the Hart mansion, things were not as she thought because on one hand is the son who adores her like his own mother and on the other hand is his papa who didn't even like seeing her because to him, she was just like the other girls. The story of a father and son, caught in the middle of a beautiful love with their in-house Nurse. Will the love for an innocent dying child make two people fall in love or drift them apart?/0/86160/coverorgin.jpg?v=b056aec2a3bf32efcd33451d134fcee0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Eight Years, One Betrayal
For eight years, I, Chloe Davis, lived in the shadows, pouring my soul into Liam Stone's music, ghostwriting his hits, and supporting his every dream. I was his secret girlfriend, enduring hidden holidays and hushed dinners, all for the promise that one day, he' d reveal me as the woman he loved. Tonight was supposed to be that night. But as Liam stood on the glittering stage of the Starlight Music Awards, clutching the "Best New Artist" trophy, his eyes scanned the crowd not for me, but for stunning, famous Scarlett Blake. "My inspiration, my muse," he declared, beaming at her. Then, the crushing blow: "Scarlett, darling, once I solidify my A-list status, I' m yours forever." My world went silent. The eight years of sacrifice, my unseen labor, my unwavering devotion-all erased by a public declaration meant for another woman. He celebrated with champagne and victory, completely oblivious to the hollow ache in my chest, the numb limb that was finally acknowledged as dead. He called my quietness a flaw in his perfect evening. He thought a diamond necklace could fix it. He thought his casual affair, texting Scarlett the night of his triumph, would go unnoticed. He still believed there was an "us." I didn't cry. I didn't scream. I just packed. I was no longer the girl who loved him more than herself. That 18-year-old was gone. The 28-year-old Chloe, the one who just sold her entire song catalog, was done being a stepping stone. This was over. He didn't know it yet, but his secret weapon had just become his biggest threat./0/51431/coverorgin.jpg?v=e8bb5a010613b9aed9df8e9e25957197&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Accidental Affair with the CEO
Cheated by husband, betrayed by friend and rejected by family. It all came down to her inability to conceive within three years of marriage. She was tagged a barren woman and they made it appeared like a plaque, she has no place to hide her face. Her husband got divorced on the account that he wants to be with someone else, who will bear him a seed, someone who will show the fruit of his hardwork and masculinity and the only woman he choose was the closest person to his wife. Elena was broken, shattered and wounded. But she made a decision, she would move on, she will not accept the fate imposed on her as a barren woman. And humanity cannot decide her fate! This is the story of Elena Scott and the happy life after…/0/83970/coverorgin.jpg?v=d75bb8f29552fbad99cca1ac6f478f06&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Unwanted Wife, Unstoppable Heiress
For seven years, I poured my entire life into Caleb, believing his success was ours, even buying his mother an expensive Thanksgiving gift in hopes of finally being accepted. But the moment I walked in, my world shattered: Caleb' s high school sweetheart, Maria, was there with a five-year-old boy who called Caleb "Daddy!" The entire dinner became a public humiliation. Caleb treated me like a stranger, his mother doted on the boy as her "perfect little grandson," and then Maria cried, making the child slap me. When Caleb and his mother demanded I apologize, he didn't even flinch when I walked out, instead grabbing my arm and hitting me for "being dramatic." That' s when I saw the expensive drafting set I bought for his "nephew" through my money-it was for Maria's son. I walked out, leaving him, our shattered fantasy, and every belief I had held about us behind, ready to reclaim my life./0/19518/coverorgin.jpg?v=42148a2cb54938d7b90e7d1551da2fcd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Next Wife
Getting rid of Mina, Fred's wife, after five years of her problematic self, he finally felt relieved. He needed a new wife so he got married to Jayda on the contract that she was going to be given 1.5 billion dollars. Fred and Jayda had shared a strong bond a few years back after an accidental 'one night stand'. Trying to balance their relationship seemed to be a problem as both of them were too enclosed in the fear of revealing their pasts and problems, with Jayda being so cold... READ ON TO DIVE INTO THE LOVE STORY OF JAYDA AND FRED AS THINGS UNFOLD BETWEEN THEM./0/82875/coverorgin.jpg?v=bbaefcb978a9790107828859dfa7888d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Gilded Lie, Her Golden Revenge
My life was perfect: a loving husband, a beautiful Charleston home, and a crucial grant to restore a historic house. But my lawyer' s words shattered it all. "There's an issue with the spousal disclosures," he said, pushing a marriage certificate across his desk. It wasn't mine. It was Ethan' s, marrying his assistant, Chloe Vance, five years ago. My seven-year marriage was a lie. Chloe was always there, her presence dismissed by Ethan as "purely professional." I had wanted to believe him. Then I overheard them: Ethan confessing he needed me for "legitimacy" and Chloe for "something vital." The betrayal was colder, more calculated than I imagined. He left me for dead, tortured and disfigured, in a damp basement, after Chloe orchestrated the attack using his men. He even gave her my great-grandmother' s locket-my heritage-as if replacing me, piece by precious piece. How could he? How could the man I loved, my soulmate, be so monstrously manipulative, so blind, so cruel? My body screamed in pain, but my heart felt nothing but an echoing emptiness. My entire existence was a charade, a cruel joke. But as I lay there, broken and discarded, a chilling resolve took root. Amelia Hayes was dead. It was time for Grace Thorne to be born. I would not just survive; I would rise from the ashes and dismantle every last piece of his gilded empire. This was not just revenge; this was rebalancing the scales, permanently./0/85691/coverorgin.jpg?v=1b57ae5b8c3c21dcdc88c3017b4da597&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Betrayal, His New Horizon
"I need you to be understanding, Ethan." Chloe' s voice barely registered as she packed, her thumb flying across her phone screen. My girlfriend of three years, who I' d poured my heart and soul, and every penny I earned, into building her company, was leaving. Not for a business trip, but for her ex-boyfriend, Jake. His father had just passed away, and apparently, only Chloe truly understood him. "He needs me," she' d said, as if that explained everything. I sat on the edge of our shared bed, the words like a physical blow. Then came the kicker. "And my dad," she continued, "You know his health is fragile. He needs to see that I'm with a man who is supportive and understanding." This wasn' t just about Jake' s grief; it was a twisted test for me to prove my worth by financing her emotional affair. My money was good enough for her father' s exorbitant medical bills, my time good enough to build her empire, but my feelings? An inconvenience to be suppressed. A cold clarity settled in my gut: it was over. She didn't even say thank you when I handed her all the cash I had and the keys to my car-the car she demanded, along with money for Jake' s "funeral expenses." "I knew you'd understand," she' d said, just before walking out the door, leaving me in the sudden silence of the apartment I paid for, heading to comfort another man. The second the door clicked shut, I moved. Not with anger or hurt, but with a cold, clear purpose. I packed my work, my clothes, everything I owned-leaving behind every trace of her. Then, I canceled every payment to her and her demanding father. "It' s over, Chloe. Don' t come back to the apartment. You are on your own." I blocked her number, her social media. I felt only profound relief. For the first time in a long time, my future was mine./0/39855/coverorgin.jpg?v=28b9213b17c563de57be5ba91c32e952&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Abandoned Bride
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My Fiancé Believed Her Lie
The sharp sting across my cheek snapped my head back, my hair flying. It came from Chloe, the young intern, whose hand was still raised, her eyes wide with a calculated fear that twisted into a perfect lie. "Ava, I'm so sorry," she whispered, staging a stumble that sent her crashing dramatically to the floor as Leo, my fiancé, burst into my office, his face a mask of thunderous rage. He didn't even glance at me, rushing straight to Chloe' s side, cradling her as she sobbed a manufactured tale of my jealousy. His mother's smug voice suddenly echoed from his phone, "Leo, I told you she was unstable. Not fit to be part of our family." And then, his command, "Apologize to Chloe." Followed by a terrifying countdown, leveraging my younger brother Finn's fragile mental state against me. I swallowed the humiliation and forced the words out, "I'm sorry, Chloe." My hand, resting on my stomach, trembled as a cold dread washed over me-the faint flutter of life I' d felt last week now a lead weight. This couldn't be happening. My perfect life, shattering around me, and I knew, with horrifying certainty, this was only the beginning./0/89602/coverorgin.jpg?v=5990bbbb5e302f99407a62f19b191f20&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Cheating Husband Bets I'll Beg for His Love Like a Dog
Three years in a loveless marriage with Leo Cox, Mona thought she could win his heart with her unwavering devotion, but Leo showed no love or concern towards her. Eventually she got tired, filed for divorce and left after founding out Leo was cheating on her- but she was already pregnant for him. Leo assumed Mona was merely playing hard to get-after all, he bet she'd be back, begging for reconciliation. But no one saw it coming; after the divorce, Mona transformed into a confident woman and Leo is stunned by her transformation. Now, Leo is drowning in regret, desperately chasing after Mona-but by this time, it was already too late. He started contemplating every day, wondering if breaking a leg or going bankrupt would be enough to capture her attention./0/31251/coverorgin.jpg?v=b070075e2fa7f719ff052ec0b9456a77&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Girl Who Loved Two Princes: The Her Before You
THIS IS BOOK TWO. BOOK ONE, THE GIRL WHO LOVED TWO PRINCES, IS ALSO ON MOBOREADER❤️ Aria Maine is a new queen. She comes to Caines in search of a king consort. With three suitors landing right in her lap, boy oh boy, (oh boy) how does a girl choose? Princess Caroline (CC) Condor is about to marry Lord Bartholomew Arden, a man she's loved since she was eight. But when a mysterious woman from Bart's past shows up, will their love be strong enough to weather the storm? Prince Aaron Condor is committed to keeping the gorgeous Queen Aria Maine from his sister's unusually charmed fiance. No one plays the game better than him. The Casanova of Caines is in for a rude awakening though. He might not remember their past, but she sure as hell does. And she's not about to give up her grudge for the likes of him. After bringing an end to the war between Warlanda and Sartis Est, Prince Troy Pierce finds himself in the middle of a power struggle with his older brother, King Dean Pierce. Troy proposes to Aria in an attempt to unite their nations. It's all well and good to want to charm her, but can he stop being distracted by his former fiancee, Caroline? Lord Bartholomew (Bart) Arden is just trying to do right by his belated friend's sister. He wants to be there for Aria during these trying times, but she's not making it easy for him. Aria has always been something of a flirt, but he's not single anymore. Caught between two feisty women, can he make it to the altar?/0/63790/coverorgin.jpg?v=d7c8f0448fdf2c833d34939689c4dded&imageMogr2/format/webp)
