Romance Books for Women
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How I Married My Stepbrother
She came back from her fiance's place with a year stained face and her step brother will do anything to make her happy, so he invites her to his room to comfort her. But she quickly changed from the sad shy girl to a horny and demanding stepsister when they reach his room. "Just do as I say, touch me and kiss me," she commanded and he readily gave in because of his string taboo feelings for her, not knowing that she was trying to relive her makeout session with her fiance. Now it has become an intense love triangle with the wedding only a few weeks away. R18+ taboo relationship between stepsiblings!/0/20005/coverorgin.jpg?v=c8e400291364fa77fa86b6610f9f5610&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Moonville Series 1: Secret Lovers English Edition
Alex's first day as a college student was great so far. She enjoyed her new classes and classmates, especially the man she sat next to in her first subject. The guy's name is Richard. He's handsome and nice, and Alex cannot help but be mesmerized by him. And then she met him again on her last subject. Maybe it was Destiny that made then meet again, and it looks like the feeling is mutual been the two of them. There is only one problem. Richard is a Quinto, and the Quintos are the mortal enemy of the Martinez, Alex's family. Fortunately, her sister Angel was there. Even though her older sister obeyed her parents' rules, she still sided with her and helped her in her relationship with Richard. As for Richard, his cousin Bryan was there whom he considers like his real brother. Fate seems to agree with Alex and Richard. They were able to keep their relationship a secret from their parents. Until Bryan mistakenly became Angel's boyfriend. Then things started to become complicated. How strong can Richard and Alex's love be? Can it solve the dispute that started 20 years ago? And what fate awaits Angel and Bryan, who, by helping the two, are also doomed?/0/59740/coverorgin.jpg?v=66b37eb8b1c7502e6e58caeab2c07925&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Heartfelt Roses
Marriet stood at the entrance of her small flower shop, Heartfelt Roses, watching the early morning sun cast a warm glow over the sleepy town. The shop was her sanctuary, a place where she could escape the chaos of the world and find solace in the delicate petals and fragrant blooms. She had always had a passion for flowers, and opening her own shop had been a dream come true./0/88681/coverorgin.jpg?v=97e8486dcdff2a37efdb40d9f1aeccc8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Deception, Her Destiny In London
"The position has been waiting for you for three years, Elaine. Just say the word." The voice on the phone was calm, deep, and familiar. It was Evan Mcknight, her former mentor, now a world-renowned architect. An hour earlier, she' d signed papers for her younger brother, Kelsey, to be moved to palliative care. The experimental treatment that could save him required a fifty-thousand-dollar deposit she didn' t have. Her savings were gone, and her business, built from scratch with her boyfriend, Brett Vega, was a success, but he' d locked her out of the accounts. As she stood up to pawn her Patek Philippe watch, a commotion erupted. Brett burst through the doors, cradling Daniella Chen, who was wailing dramatically about a sprained ankle. He didn' t even glance her way. He spotted her, pulled her into a supply closet, and hissed, "What are you doing here? This is all part of the plan. I' m making her think she' s won." He stuffed five hundred dollars into her hand, telling her to leave before Daniella saw her. He thought she was there for money, for pocket change. She let the bills fall to the floor. He was so good at lying, at performing. He didn' t see her brokenness, her grief, only an inconvenience to his grand scheme. It was over. She knew it with a certainty that was both terrifying and liberating. It was time to go to London./0/51449/coverorgin.jpg?v=78083ce6053717b83bc78a37810f3f07&imageMogr2/format/webp)
BETROTHED TO THE BILLIONAIRE
When Valerie Adams gets to know that she is betrothed to the youngest billionaire in New York, just to save her father's dying company, it is two nights after she caught her boyfriend cheating on her with her best friend. She is upset with the news of the betrothal and becomes more pissed when she finally meets him. Ryan Lorenzo is the most arrogant, pompous, and cold-hearted guy she will ever cross paths with. He is less interested in keeping a woman but what he needs is a wife to satisfy his parent's desires for him to be married and considered responsible. Valerie decides to take advantage of the situation, to save her father's company and to make her cheating boyfriend jealous. She suggests a CONTRACT for their marriage and Ryan is making the RULES./0/71473/coverorgin.jpg?v=e184c1039b3a9d9957ed9301aa01e38f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Dear Mr. Billionaire Our Marriage Is Just A Contract
When Rachel's father falls ill and a mountain of debt stares at her family in the face, she's thrown at her wit's end. To save her father's life, she succumbs to the shocking proposal of her cold powerful boss, Noah Sinclair. Noah needs a wife to silence his family's demands, while Rachel needs his riches to pay for her father's hospital bills. But, the shocking part is; He wants a marriage based on business only-no feelings, no romance and no expectations./0/20631/coverorgin.jpg?v=945d8608781dbbf2e70030c343110b4a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
HAPPY FOREVER AFTER
Her heart began to beat heavily. She was fascinated by the man. Awareness flooded through her, as did a sudden need to brush her hair. Dammit, why had she put on this stupid bum short and singlet today. She wondered what he would look like with that shirt off. She swallowed and tried to look away. Fantasies like that would get her nowhere. "Hi" he said. And for a few seconds Emma didn't realize he was speaking to her. She blushed when she lifted an eye brow questioningly. "Oh hello" "Urmm...name's Daniel. Nice to meet you" "it's nice to meet you too.. I'm Emma" -------------------------------- Emma Green has totally given up on relationships and happy ever after. Not because she doesn't think it's amazing to have someone, mind you, but because she simply doesn't believe in love. She's been there and done that, and she's not doing it again. But when she meets Daniel Rohan, she starts to think that maybe, just maybe falling in love again might not be all that bad.... -------------------------------- Take control.. Feel the rush... Explore your fantasies Step into stories of provocative romance where sexual fantasies come true. Let your inhibitions run wild./0/80390/coverorgin.jpg?v=3df0116b83a5ac266ddc99a514ec7ff6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Paid Companion Who Found Love
For four years, Emily was Kyler Hamilton’s self-proclaimed "human tranquilizer," a breathing sedative bought to soothe his crippling anxiety. To save her family from ruinous debt, she’d accepted the gilded cage of his mansion, enduring his disdain and emotional cruelty, constantly reminded she was nothing more than a paid function. But at a glittering charity gala, Kyler, in a twisted display of power, publicly announced he was "transferring her service contract" to a quiet librarian for a humiliating "one dollar." The casual contempt shattered her composure, reducing her value to a discarded, cheap commodity and leaving her utterly bereft, walking out into a future she hadn't dared to dream of. How could someone take such cruel delight in breaking another, in reducing her existence to an exchange? Would her worth forever be measured by the dollar that bought her freedom, or could an unexpected act of genuine kindness be the turning point that allowed her to reclaim a life, and a love, priceless beyond Kyler’s comprehension?/0/82893/coverorgin.jpg?v=91db93ae1ed40d4e592cb0c2512f2fff&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Cruelest Mistake
Finally, after battling postpartum depression, Sarah' s one-year-old daughter, Lily, was coming home. She clutched her grandmother' s vintage Chanel jacket, a fragile symbol of hope, despite her cold, transactional marriage to the wealthy Mark. But at Mark' s estate, his ex-girlfriend Tiffany-Lily' s temporary guardian-wore an identical jacket, her eyes filled with cruel malice. Tiffany immediately ordered Lily locked in the attic playroom, a sweltering room with a faulty window. Sarah' s desperate pleas were ignored. Her call to Mark, detailing the danger, was met with his cold dismissal: "hysterical." Bursting into the attic, Sarah found the window wide open. Lily was gone, her tiny, broken body on the patio below. As Sarah cradled her lifeless child, Mark arrived, emotionless. He called it "a mess," then chillingly offered to have Tiffany conceive another child for Sarah, treating Lily as utterly replaceable. This ultimate, heartless betrayal ignited a glacial resolve within Sarah. Grief transformed into unyielding strength. Sarah gently laid Lily down, called Mark's mother, and declared their "sham marriage" over, her family' s debt paid. She then walked away, leaving the wreckage behind, finally free./0/86804/coverorgin.jpg?v=4cd86a97d4004f434125c0ea71a21a6d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love's Redemption: A Second Chance
The city lights blurred, mirroring the chaos inside me. It was supposed to be our night, the gala where Jake, my fiancé, finally got recognition for a project built on my designs. But he was on stage, smiling under the bright lights, with my sister, Chloe, clinging to his arm. Just moments before, backstage, Chloe had stepped out of the shadows, a smug smile on her face. "He's with me now, sis." My world tilted. "The Skyline project… that was my work, Jake!" He had the nerve to look sad. "Ava, I took your concepts and improved them. I made them viable." I rushed to my parents' house for comfort, but found none. My father, with cold anger, declared, "Jake Peterson is now the most promising young architect in the city. And your sister is by his side. You made a scene. You embarrassed us." My mother dismissed my pain: "Chloe has always been better with people. This was bound to happen." My father added, "The Petersons are an old-money family. This connection is important for our business. You will not jeopardize that with your whining." It wasn't just Jake and Chloe. It was my own family, betraying me without a second thought. "They ruined me," I cried, "And you're worried about being embarrassed?" Their response was a brutal slap: "It's your own fault. You were always too trusting." I was completely alone, in the house I grew up in, a stranger in my own home. My career, my reputation, my love-all were gone. But then, a phone call. Jake, with fake sincerity, invited me to a dinner to show "no hard feelings." My response: "I have one condition. The engagement ring. I'll bring it to the dinner. I want to give it back to you in person." It wasn't just an ending; it was an exorcism./0/80703/coverorgin.jpg?v=6d843211ee7a9f2a087107811b59ef54&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Price of His Pride
Sarah Miller had it all: a successful tech career she traded for family, investing millions into her husband Ethan's architectural empire. Their seven-year-old twins, Leo and Luna, were her world, buzzing with excitement for their promised Fourth of July trip to Universal Studios. But Ethan had other plans – a yacht trip with his "pregnant" personal assistant, Tiff. Then, a chilling note: he'd taken the kids to the desolate Nevada wilderness for "character-building," leaving them with minimal water, one tent. Panic turned to horror when Sarah found them. Days later, search and rescue called: Leo and Luna, gone, victims of heatstroke and dehydration. While Sarah identified their ravaged bodies, Ethan threw a lavish pre-baby shower with Tiff, dismissing Sarah's call about their dead children as a "dramatic stunt." He returned only to smash their photos, allow Tiff to spill their ashes, and brutalize Sarah for trying to mourn. How could a father abandon his children to such a horrific fate? How could he deny their deaths, celebrate with his lover, and then violently silence their grieving mother? The cold, calculated cruelty was unfathomable. But a desperate, heartbreaking voicemail from Leo’s last moments and a shocking truth about Tiff would shatter Ethan’s narcissistic world, setting off a chain of events that would force him to confront the monstrous consequences of his actions, and leave Sarah to pick up the pieces of a life utterly destroyed./0/83206/coverorgin.jpg?v=89b0aee421c1145d0a91032019fd14ca&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Own Kind of Happy Ever After
My lake trip with Ethan, my fiancé and a rising finance star, was supposed to be our last pre-wedding hurrah. I' d meticulously packed for two, my suitcase sitting beside his, ready for our perfect getaway. Then Chloe, the estate manager's daughter my family oddly favored, pulled up with her child, claiming Ethan had invited them. Without a glance, Ethan shooed me out of the car, promising to return after dropping them off at the resort an hour away. The humiliation burned as I watched him drive away, Chloe smugly waving from the passenger seat. Hours later, my phone buzzed with Chloe' s Instagram stories: Ethan laughing, steering a speedboat, his arm casually around her shoulder in a sunset photo. They were celebrating lake life while I was abandoned. When I confronted him, my own mother and brother, Liam, sided with Chloe, accusing me of just being "jealous" and "dramatic." The final blow came on my birthday. Ethan gifted me a beautiful diamond necklace, only for Chloe to reveal she had an identical one, saying Ethan got it for her as a "thank you" for helping him choose mine. It wasn't just betrayal; it was a brazen insult, confirming I was nothing but an afterthought, discarded by my fiancé and dismissed by my family. But in that moment, pain sharpened into an unyielding clarity. I wouldn't wait anymore, not for anyone. I blocked Ethan, then secretly packed a single bag, leaving my engagement ring and the mocking necklace behind. My gilded cage was about to open as I boarded a bus, bound for a new life, far from the Hawthornes and their suffocating expectations./0/53483/coverorgin.jpg?v=05b49886f3bb62a742898aad93b41465&imageMogr2/format/webp)
One Billion For Mistresses
Laura, a young woman trapped in a dark world, and David, a man full of lust and power. When a dark night brings out the deepest secrets, Laura finds herself trapped in a terrifying and terrifying situation, where the desires of darkness and the desire to dominate ensnare her. With crippling fear and disconnected pain, Laura struggles to defend herself, while David hunts for his fraudulent satisfaction. Can Laura find light amidst the darkness or will she be drowned in dark shadows that threaten to destroy her?/0/39873/coverorgin.jpg?v=7831c02465f68171e28d590b76847999&imageMogr2/format/webp)
WHEN LOVE STROKES ( TWO)
After graduating from High school, Emma Lillian and Ben found themselves in a situation they never expected. Emma's Mum found her a suitor because she didn't like Ben as he was not a billionaire. Emma couldn't leave Ben and things got worse when she found out Ben's New girlfriend was pregnant for him/0/20162/coverorgin.jpg?v=1c233835d8f827ebc066aad5dbac80b4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love And Business.
Cassia Sanders lost both her parents at a tender age and was abandoned by her only family for the sake of greedy ambitions. Years later she took over the family business as a hidden genius and dominated the industry. Matthew Miller the most eligible bachelor, cold and domineering despised the weak, fragile scheming women of his past. He returned after a few years to manage his father's company as a rival to the all powerful anonymous CEO. What will happen when the two cold personalities collide? Will love.... or business prevail?/0/85240/coverorgin.jpg?v=710106b52d6339c8ddf64226f8d6d9ff&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Puppet Unstrung: Chloe's Freedom
The architectural gala was a cruel joke, but I went anyway. It was a habit, just like everything else in my life with Mark. Then I saw Ethan. My childhood friend, the man who' d promised to always be there, now stood across the room, radiating a happiness I hadn' t seen in years, a peace I' d never known. His eyes found mine, and his face hardened into cold disappointment. Then he introduced her: Sarah, his fiancée. My throat tightened as Sarah, blissfully unaware, gushed about our "childhood adventures," each word a barb. "We just decided," Ethan said, his gaze heavy with judgment. "Funny, isn\'t it? How people can just decide to move on." The accusation hung in the air, a direct hit to my years of indecision with Mark. A sharp memory sliced through me: Ethan, on a rooftop under the stars, promising, "Chloe, no matter what, I\'ll always be here. Always." Another memory superimposed: crying in his car last year, Mark' s fifth betrayal. "You don\'t have to go back," Ethan had whispered, his knuckles white, his own heart breaking. But I always did. I was trapped in a cruel narrative, the foolish heroine always returning to Mark. But standing there, under Ethan\'s cold stare, something snapped. The fog receded. The invisible strings went slack. For the first time, I saw the depth of love I' d thrown away, the man I' d shattered. I was awake. The realization hit me like a physical blow. I had been a puppet, and my own hands had helped the puppeteer. I fled, called Ethan, begged for five minutes on the rooftop. But when I found him, he was kissing Sarah, a deep, loving kiss that sealed a future without me. He knew. He knew the significance of the dress Sarah wore, the childhood bird she' d found, the ring he' d given her. He' d weaponized our past, deliberately erased me, and now wanted me to be Sarah' s maid of honor. I was being punished, his words a final, killing blow. "Now, all I can think is how lucky I am that it\'s Sarah who gets to wear it. Not you." Then Sarah' s chilling confession: she was a transmigrator. She had manipulated everything, using my self-destruction to drive Ethan into her arms. "You were just keeping him warm for me," she' d said, her smile triumphant, cruel. "Thank you for giving him to me." The world shifted. I hadn\'t just been a victim of a story; I' d been the target of a predator. At the pre-wedding dinner, Ethan' s mother publicly humiliated me, calling me "unstable," unworthy. Ethan, my last hope, simply asked, "What are you even doing here, Chloe?" Later, on the beach, I overheard him tell his friend about me. "Loved her?" he scoffed. "Come on, Mike. Don\'t be ridiculous. I was just a nice guy. She was a mess. I felt sorry for her. That\'s all it ever was." 'That' s all it ever was.' Twenty years of shared history, dismissed in a single, careless sentence. It shattered me, then freed me. The ghost of what we had was finally dead. I gathered every memento of our shared past, everything that tied me to the old Chloe, and burned them. A funeral. A baptism. I was burning the girl who lived for a love that was never real. I packed my bags for Africa. My flight was in a few hours. This was it. As I waited for the elevator, it opened. There he was. Ethan. Probably here to play the concerned friend one last time. He opened his mouth. "Don\'t," I said. My voice was flat, devoid of all emotion. "There\'s nothing left to say." He saw the emptiness in my eyes. He saw he had finally broken me. Or maybe, he saw that I had finally broken free. The elevator doors closed between us for the last time. I was going to Africa. And I was going alone./0/81642/coverorgin.jpg?v=dabdef29010fee3e010a218c89ce9a43&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn on Our Wedding Day
My wedding day. Again. I stood there, a young woman forced into an arranged marriage, about to become Abigail Blackwood. In my previous life, a cold, brutal tyrant named Ethan, obsessed with a family vendetta, systematically destroyed everything and everyone I loved. I suffered silently with a terminal illness no one knew about, watching in agony as he engineered my beloved grandfather' s public humiliation and death, and as my sister Ellie endured a horrific abusive marriage that tragically cost her, and her unborn child, their lives. His cruelty knew no bounds: public shaming, forcing me to play piano until my fingers bled for his mistress's amusement, endless torment for every desperate plea. Overwhelmed by despair and humiliation, I chose to die by my own hand. But somehow, fate intervened. Here I am, back on our wedding day. And so is he. Ethan Blackwood remembers everything, just as I do. The monster who tormented me now acts kind, attentive, even regretful, desperately trying to atone. But my heart is a fortress of old wounds, my soul scarred by unimaginable pain. Can I ever trust him, or is this just another, more sophisticated game? This second chance is both a gift and a terrifying burden. I am determined to protect my family, to rewrite our tragic history, and to never again be the pawn in his brutal game. Can love truly blossom from such a foundation of hatred and despair?/0/86648/coverorgin.jpg?v=18af9b57d583aaaa954c239ba76ad103&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Second Chance, A Lasting Love
The grand hall buzzed, echoing with the promise of my victory at the National Architectural Innovators Gala. My design, "The Spire of Tomorrow," glistened on the screen, a testament to years of dedication. This was the pinnacle, the moment my life was supposed to take off. But then, a cold dread seized me. I had lived this moment before. In another life, I, Sarah Miller, had won, celebrated by my mentor, Daniel Hayes, his smile a perfect mask for the darkness within. That win had been the beginning of my end. He and his protégé, Emily Chen, systematically erased my contributions, claimed my innovations, and then framed me for embezzlement. Publicly disgraced, I lost everything: my career, my home, and worst of all, my brother Michael' s specialized medical care. He deteriorated, and the guilt consumed me. My story ended in a cold, lonely apartment, crushed by failure. How could I have been so blind? How could my mentor, the man who shaped me, betray me so completely? The injustice burned, a bitter taste in my mouth, and I was left with nothing but unanswered questions and seething resentment. But this time, it was different. As the emcee built the suspense on stage, Daniel and Emily smugly confident in the front row, I knew one thing: I would not walk into their trap again. I raised my hand./1/112773/coverorgin.jpg?v=b5b735dc9486fad8ecff1dd2493491f5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Wrong Room: The Ruthless CEO's Captive
I stumbled into the wrong hotel room while drunk and accidentally lost my virginity to a stranger in the pitch black. I fled at dawn, hoping to erase the painful mistake. But when I went to a private clinic for a checkup, the "doctor" who walked in and locked the door was him—Cain Reed, a billionaire who coldly declared my body was now his "responsibility." When I tried to escape, he cornered me in the parking garage, threw me into his bulletproof Maybach, and locked me inside his high-security Tribeca penthouse. He had already investigated my entire life—my abandoned childhood, my dead grandmother, my student loans. "You took my first time, and I took yours," he whispered, pinning me against the glass. "You belong to me now." He demanded my complete submission, threatening to stalk my job and my apartment if I dared to run again. I was terrified and suffocating. Why me? Out of all the women in New York, why was this ruthless, powerful man so dangerously obsessed with a nobody who made a drunken mistake? His possessive need felt like drowning, a gilded cage I would never escape. I couldn't let him consume me. Pretending to surrender, I negotiated a public date and watched his luxury car drive away. Then, I pulled out my phone and texted an old college acquaintance. If Cain Reed wanted to control my life, I was going to create a "serious boyfriend" to fight back./0/22196/coverorgin.jpg?v=d3376be9ae08819b88506667025d5877&imageMogr2/format/webp)
