Romance Books for Women
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She Married Another Guy After her Fiancé Postpone their Wedding
Three days before the wedding, Eliana discovered that her boyfriend of three years had been secretly planning a wedding with his childhood sweetheart. "Erin has been diagnosed with Alzheimer's. Her greatest wish is to be my wife while she can still remember. We'll cancel our wedding. Once she forgets me completely, I'll come back and marry you." Upon learning the truth, Eliana remained composed, refusing to shed tears or cause a commotion. She dialed a number she hadn't contacted in three years. "Brother, I agree to the arranged marriage with the Barton family, to wed that emotionally distant heir. In three days, make sure he appear in the wedding."/0/38468/coverorgin.jpg?v=63ca5275a1844d1baa1e4459c45edc4d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Broken Trust
"Good evening sire" The rough woman greeted alongside with a young girl beside her. She was covered in dirt and reek of bad scent when she approached Max. Max wind down the glass of his car before attending to her. "Good evening, how can I help you?". He asked. "Please sir...I am very hungry with my kid and I've not been paid my salary yet. Please sir, I will appreciate anything you give to us" she asked pleadingly while helding the young girl to her self. Max felt pity for her and dipped his hand inside his pocket. "Take, have this and get yourself a good food". He responded after dropping the cash with her. She clutched the cash Happily and tears streamed down her face. She doesn't know if to kneel down or jump up at the amount of money that was given to her. The broken trust is the story of a young man which let go of her lover past and embrace their new relationship. Does this new relationship worth it? Find out in the story./0/85712/coverorgin.jpg?v=77445d6547bae9eecb3268293720fb81&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Betrayed Bride, Broken But Unbowed
My wedding day. Five months pregnant, ready to marry the man I loved. Then, two strangers burst in, dragging me out, darkness descending as a rough bag covered my head. They held me a day and a night; I lost my baby, left in a field, my wedding dress torn and stained. Waking in a hospital, I learned my fiancé, Mark Sullivan, had publicly called off our engagement, announcing his immediate marriage to my best friend, Tiffany Hayes. Just when I thought I was utterly broken, Mark' s younger brother, Ethan, appeared like a savior, promising a future, showering me with love, building a fortress around my shattered life. For three years, he was my everything, my protector, the man who wanted a family with me, even as fertility doctors said my body was too damaged. But then, I overheard a conversation on the terrace, a quiet, chilling confession between Ethan and his friend. "Remember how you arranged for her to be assaulted so Tiffany could marry the older brother?" My blood ran cold. "And you' ve been secretly giving her birth control pills all these years. It' s pretty messed up." The man who saved me was the monster who ruined me. He had orchestrated every single agonizing detail, all for Tiffany' s happiness, mocking my "tainted" body. The man I loved, the man I married, had built my hell-and then trapped me in its gilded cage. My world shattered, but in the silence of the grand library, a chilling clarity settled over me: if this was all a lie, I had nothing left to lose. I would leave, and he would never see me again./0/21260/coverorgin.jpg?v=7dd24fec4671227e3238ec4a0a6b77e6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Fate By a Thread
Maria Cecília had a secret love for Bernardo Marrontine in her school days and never had the courage to declare herself because she thought he would never give her an opportunity because she was simply the daughter of a hairdresser, but a simple detail made her change her mind, encouraging her to declare it all at once to the beloved, however, just at the moment when she has the courage to declare herself, fate hangs by a thread, taking her beloved away from her eyes. After 15 years have passed and fate tries to put them face to face on a new mission in each one's life, a tragedy about to be announced and then will Maria Cecília have the courage to show all the feelings that have not disappeared during these 15 years?/0/25171/coverorgin.jpg?v=c053e3dac855e4a21a19ffa4e4e71772&imageMogr2/format/webp)
CEO Daddy, Don't Go Too Far
Six years ago, she ran away from her misfortune, but then fell into another one, she had sex with a man who was drunk at that night, then she escaped. Six years later, she was "sold" to that man's group by three children! "Corrine, I heard that the father of your three children is dead? Come, give me an explanation." He asked coldly, his look was gloomy. "That's right, and it was me who buried him." Corrine answered, she smiled and blinked her eyes slightly, pretending to be innocent. "Oh, Are you sure? So who was that guy last night?" He asked and smiled grimly. When a cold person met a cunning person, who could be the winner? Who was the master of love and who could capture the other person's heart? Let's see who was the winner./0/42692/coverorgin.jpg?v=4d453344a038eda97c48c9dc70154c31&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Between Law and Crime
"Between Law and Crime" is a story filled with suspense, drama and romance, set in Complexo do Alemão, in Rio de Janeiro. Julia, a dedicated young law student, wins a scholarship at the renowned PUC RJ faculty and stands out for her work on community fronts in the favela. However, her life takes a dangerous turn when she meets Vitinho, the feared boss of the hill. Julia is constantly called to pick up her sister, Janete, in dangerous places, like dances and even at the bandits' HQ. During one of these trips to the HQ, she witnesses a shooting that shakes her emotionally, but also awakens Vitinho's interest in her. Thus begins a dangerous attraction between the two, putting Julia in a dilemma between love and duty. While Vitinho gets closer and closer to Julia, she finds herself torn between her promising academic life and the dangerous world of crime. Pressured by family, friends and society, she has to face surprising twists and extreme situations that threaten her safety and that of her family. As the plot unfolds, Julia becomes a key player in a confrontation between opposing forces, leading her to make difficult and dangerous decisions. The story culminates in an emotional climax, where the consequences of her choices are revealed, challenging her courage and determination. "Between Law and Crime" is a story that immerses the reader in the tensions and dangers of a community marked by social inequality and the influence of organized crime. At the same time, it explores themes like forbidden love, loyalty and redemption, leaving the reader eager to discover Julia's fate and the price she will have to pay for her choices./0/82427/coverorgin.jpg?v=15d53c7b376b2a2f0aece0ee4f42a8b6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Unwanted Pet, Undeniable Power
My life was a meticulously groomed arena, flawless and secure, all thanks to Ethan Blackwood. He rescued me, an orphaned girl clutching a lead rope and a trembling colt, after the fire took my parents and everything else. He was my protector, my world. I believed he loved me unconditionally. Then, the faint, expensive scent of Isabelle Thorne' s jasmine perfume clinging to his suit. A physical manifestation of the lie he lived. I pulled away from his embrace, the disgust a physical thing in my throat. He wasn' t just unfaithful; he saw me merely as a "talented little charity case," a prized pet. The final blow came not from him, but from his perfect, polished mistress. Isabelle Thorne herself sought me out, her cold smile dripping venom. She mocked my past, confirmed Ethan' s dismissal of me, then, with a sneer, snatched my mother' s sunstone locket from my neck, deliberately breaking its delicate chain. It fell to the dusty stable floor, mirroring my shattered heart. How could I have been so blind? So utterly devoted to a man who saw me as nothing more than a plaything, a controllable asset? The humiliation burned, making me feel physically sick. My mother' s locket, my last tangible link, lay shattered like my trust, like my perception of my former savior. I scrubbed my skin raw, desperate to wash away his touch, his scent, his betrayal. I fled to Serenity Peak, determined to heal and find myself. But my quiet retreat detonated into a fierce quest for justice when a kind vet mended my broken locket. He revealed a hidden compartment, and inside lay my mother' s secret journal, detailing not only the lost art of breeding Sunstone Stallions, but hinting at a ruthless man who coveted their work, a man who haunted their lives. My escape was no longer just about healing; it became a quest to unravel a terrifying truth and reclaim everything I had lost./0/46603/coverorgin.jpg?v=108daecd2cce10755005779c05d3ce9e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her New Year Mate
Beta Aaron Keizer brings Diwa back to the Packhouse after being away for more than ten years. However, as soon as she arrives, a dangerous presence from her past begins stalking her and her newly found mate. Even worse, Di’s elder brother, who happens to be the Gamma of the pack, openly shows his disapproval of the union. Will Di be able to find freedom from her past while finding happiness in Aaron? And can the Beta be able to see beyond the bond so he can help Di finally fight the monster who continues to claim her as his?/0/85243/coverorgin.jpg?v=de9e180e6b57d77d4a406fd05803e4da&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Unwanted Wife's Awakening
The antiseptic smell stung my nose, and a dull ache pulsed behind my eyes as I woke up in a hospital bed. A sharp voice cut through the quiet: "She\'s awake. After all that drama, she finally decides to wake up." It was my adoptive mother, Helen, with my father, David, and then Liam, my husband, walked in. They weren\'t there for me; they were worried sick about Scarlett, my stepsister, who lay pale and fragile just a few rooms away. "You almost died trying to get Liam\'s attention again, " Helen sneered. "Are you happy now?" Liam, meanwhile, looked at me with chilling indifference before grabbing my arm and dragging me to donate blood for Scarlett. The nurses whispered about my supposed obsession, but their words meant nothing; the pain, the desperation, it was all gone. My amnesia had wiped the slate clean, and for the first time, I saw the truth: I was a burden, a wife Liam didn\'t want, an obligation they resented. And for the first time, I felt clarity, not sorrow. I picked up my phone, found a number, and then said, "I want a divorce. And I want to sever all ties with my adoptive parents, the Hayes family."/0/18288/coverorgin.jpg?v=035907fc39a40dacf175eeafb66c4ac9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Too Old? Watch Me Build An Empire
On our twelfth anniversary, I spent hours preparing a perfect dinner for Mark, Apex Digital CEO. I' d given up my tech career, believing we were building our grand future together. He arrived three hours late, reeking of expensive perfume. He dismissed my efforts, glued to his phone. Next morning, his assistant, Brittany, flaunted a designer watch-a gift from him-in a "candid" Instagram post. Then, her email: an ultrasound, CC' d to me, taunting me about Mark' s excitement for "a real family" and calling me "too old." "You' re getting on a bit for a family now, aren' t you?" Mark sneered, openly confirming his affair. He gaslit me, claiming I let my career go, while his multi-million dollar Apex empire was secretly founded on my stolen intellectual property from our original startup. "Too old." "Real family." The words burned. He' d betrayed me, built his success on my forgotten genius, then casually cast me aside. The injustice was profound: how could the man I loved claim my life' s work and discard me so callously? As despair threatened, my grandmother Eleanor' s wisdom echoed: "Always have your own nest egg. And keep copies." She' d meticulously preserved my original patent filings. Mark' s "buyout" was a sham; Apex was my brainchild. A powerful spark ignited. It was time not just for divorce, but to reclaim what was mine and dismantle his fraudulent empire./0/86651/coverorgin.jpg?v=022a385c0c67f34fa6dc3d2e0e32adec&imageMogr2/format/webp)
When The Victim Becomes The Predator
My cousin Liam has a hobby. It' s ruining my life. Every time I found a girl I genuinely liked, he' d swoop in, charm her, and orchestrate a public, humiliating breakup. For years, I played the victim, internalizing the laughter and pity, dismissed by my mother as merely "jealous." But this time, with Chloe Jenkins, I wasn't just waiting for the storm. I built it. I watched as Liam Davis, parasite extraordinaire, took the bait. He flaunted Chloe on social media, convinced she was another notch on his belt, funded by his ex-wife Sarah' s endless alimony checks. Then, Sarah revealed Liam was living on borrowed time, off credit cards in her name. It was all a carefully laid trap, and he walked right into it, dragging Chloe and himself into a spiral of fraud and deception. He showed up at my door, a ghost of the man who terrorized my youth, wild-eyed and desperate. "You set this all up," he snarled as two menacing figures dragged me into a black SUV. He threw the first punch, my head snapping against the window. This wasn' t just about humiliation anymore; it was about survival. But Liam forgot one crucial detail: I wasn' t the only player in this game. And as his broken body plunged into the dark water, pulled down by the very current he created, I finally understood. Freedom wasn't a gift. It was a weapon, forged in years of pain, and wielded with precision./0/28300/coverorgin.jpg?v=cec5f502d370996aea37decea5eef49a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Abused Human Mate
Casina Brandon, a twenty-one years old girl suffered the after-effects of the antipsychotic drug she had been given after being forced to take the blame of killing her younger brother. She was isolated and tortured by the men guiding the hospital like warehouse. Lester McConnell had wanted to take advantage of her. but failed at every attempt. Until a night when she escaped but was caught back by Lester. Then an Alien came to her rescue. What would happen when Casina was saved and abducted by the Alien? Will she be able to survive the cruelty she would face?/0/81958/coverorgin.jpg?v=1a42623dbc1e08cbc4ae03e2e44e23e5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Heartbreak to Heiress: A Philanthropist's Rise
Ethan Bishop promised me a future seven times. Seven times I pictured Napa weddings, picket fences, or at least a lease with both our names on it. And seven times, his college "one that got away," Olivia Hayes, would drift back into San Francisco, and Ethan would suddenly need "space" or declare it "bad timing." This time, he swore it would be different – a house in Mill Valley, a real future – once the funding round with Olivia's firm closed. Then he breezed in, buzzing about a "critical pre-meeting dinner" with her. I didn't scream, I didn't cry. I just pulled out the dusty cardboard box, already packed with every hopeful trinket, every broken promise. "It's yours," I said, my voice flat, placing it at his feet. He just scoffed. "Don't be dramatic." "We'll talk after this Olivia deal." "Gotta run, she's waiting." He didn't even look back. Seven times I'd been "a little overwhelmed" or "not used to this world," while he prioritized Olivia's comfort. The burning humiliation from a past public betrayal finally extinguished the last flicker of hope. This wasn't just another storm he could weather; it was the unequivocal end. That night, no more tears. The next morning, as he met with Olivia, convinced I was just "pouting," I called a moving company. I emptied my half of our apartment, leaving his favorite takeout menu-now useless to me. No note. Nothing left to say. Then, I dialed a number I hadn't called in over a decade: my Grandma Eleanor./0/86964/coverorgin.jpg?v=37fa819c7eb9b59bcf281693ec5cb909&imageMogr2/format/webp)
When Memory Returns, Love Dies
Sunlight hit my face, but I woke to a room I didn' t know, a smiling couple in a picture on the nightstand-strangers. Panic built. Then, a man from the picture walked in, tray in hand. "Good morning, sleepyhead," he said. He was my husband, Ethan, and my name was Ava, but it meant nothing. My memory reset every night, a rare amnesia, he explained. Then, one evening, it happened. My memory didn' t reset. I remembered everything: his assistant Chloe, their too-familiar glances, and their cruel whispers in his office. "It's convenient," he' d said. "She doesn't remember. I can do whatever I want." He saw me as a broken toy, his "perfect arrangement." I ran, lost in a city that was supposed to be home. When I returned, defeated, Chloe was on my sofa, wine in hand, acting like she owned the place. "Where else would you go?" she purred. Ethan, instead of concern, was annoyed. When I dared to demand a divorce, he grabbed me, threatening. He coerced me into kneeling before Chloe, forcing me to apologize. Then, she slapped me. He watched. The monster had built his life on my disability, isolating me, delighting in my helplessness. He had convinced my parents I needed isolation, turning me into a commodity. He didn' t just exploit me; he maintained my torment. How could he be so cruel? But then, a secret journal, hidden by a past self, revealed everything. He hadn't just used me; he was enabling my condition. The realization was sickening. I was trapped, but this time, the truth was burned into my mind. I knew I had to escape./0/20322/coverorgin.jpg?v=bf177f85183d94d6c6375c9b4637b40d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
EX FACTOR
Synopsis Aubree felt betrayed when he found out that her ex-boyfriend Sebastian Dela Rama will marry Samantha Castillo. They didn’t have a proper breakup. He told her to wait for him, and she did. The day she found out that her ex-boyfriend is bound to marry someone else, she met Josh Gavin Inarez, the new CEO of Inarez Group of Companies. Gavin was the ex-boyfriend of Castillo. He asks her to pretend to be his girlfriend, and she agreed because she wants to prove to Sebastian that just like him, she already moves on, even if it's all a lie./0/22825/coverorgin.jpg?v=63a6767a098aee1b6c9c67f674f2fffb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
ROYAL HEARTBREAK
"Do you think her highness went to talk to our king?" Cindy asked. "No way, that would be a mistake" Amore answered. "Why is that?" I asked curiously. They looked at each other for some minutes. "Girls we are all servants here," Miriam said trying to make them spill anything they know. "The king is busy preparing the wedding" Cindy answered in a whisper. "Oh yes preparing it on lady Grace" Amore answered with laughter. "Lady Grace?" Debby asked. "Yes, lady Grace the beautiful daughter of lord Ridder" Cindy answered. "You mean, he is having sex with her right now as we speak?. As in he sleeps with her?" I asked trying to understand what I thought I was hearing wrong. "The king sleeps with Almost half of the castle ladies, the king finds pleasure in all the women here, mostly the younger ones, but his best is lady Grace. I can bet you five tails of gold right now, when you go upstairs you will hear the screams, he can never get enough of lady Grace. Every time we walk by, we could hear their moans and groans, and at times when the king sits with lady Grace on his throne, he touches her almost everywhere, his not afraid to show everyone how much she means to him," Amore said. "Poor princess, she will be marrying a man who is in love with another, rumor has it that our king only agreed to marry the princess because of the ministers who advised him to do it, he wanted to wed lady Grace but the ministers couldn't agree on it," Cindy said as I sat down powrlessly. "It seems our princess is really unlucky" I whispered sadly. I truly was unlucky to be marrying such a horrible man./0/66471/coverorgin.jpg?v=8a11eba14f6307fd1dd313abb110c726&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The secret Billionaire's Story
[09:47, 21/11/2024] .: The Billionaire's Secret Desire Alexandra Matthews always believed her life was ordinary-quiet, uneventful, and free from the dangerous world of wealth and power. But everything changes the day she discovers her late mother's mysterious necklace, a legacy passed down through generations, hiding secrets that were never meant to be uncovered. This seemingly simple piece of jewelry is the key to a web of intrigue, and it pulls Alexandra into a dangerous world she's ill-prepared for. When ruthless billionaire Luca Devereux enters the picture, everything Alexandra thought she knew about her mother and her own life comes into question. Luca, with his ice-cold exterior and dark past, is not just a businessman. He's a man who will stop at nothing to get what he wants. And what he wants is the necklace-and the power it holds. As Alexandra races to piece together the puzzle her mother left behind, she is drawn deeper into Luca's world. There's more at stake than just a family heirloom-there are dangerous people after her, and Luca might just be the only person who can protect her. But can she trust him? Or is he just using her for his own gain? Caught between a man who seems to care for her and the powerful forces closing in, Alexandra is torn between passion and fear. The deeper she delves into the mystery, the more dangerous it becomes, and the more she realizes that the people she thought she could trust may not have her best interests at heart. The very man who could save her might be the one who is most dangerous of all. As secrets unravel and betrayals surface, Alexandra finds herself questioning her choices. With every twist and turn, the stakes get higher, and the line between love and danger blurs. Will she survive the deadly game she's been thrust into, or will Luca's secret desire lead them both into a path from which there's no return? In this gripping billionaire romance, passion, power, and betrayal collide, and no one is safe from the consequences of the secrets that bind them together. [13:10, 21/11/2024] .: The night air was eerily still as Alexandra crouched in the shadows, her eyes fixed on the towering gates of the mansion. The wrought-iron fence seemed to stretch endlessly, the imposing structure looming like a fortress in the darkness. Every instinct in her body screamed at her to run, but she clenched her fists, forcing herself to focus. Damien was in there. He had to be. Lily knelt beside her, her voice barely above a whisper. "We'll take the east side. Callum will loop around to the west. Once we're inside, we regroup. Stick to the plan." Alexandra nodded, her heart pounding like a drumbeat in her chest. The plan was simple: infiltrate, locate Damien, and get out before anyone noticed. But simplicity didn't guarantee success, and the stakes were impossibly high. Callum adjusted the earpiece in his ear and gave them a curt nod. "Radio silence unless absolutely necessary. If something goes wrong, we retreat. Understood?" Alexandra swallowed hard. "Understood." The group moved swiftly and silently, each step calculated and deliberate. Alexandra and Lily approached the east gate, where Lily worked quickly to disable the security system. The faint hum of electricity ceased, and the gate clicked open with a soft metallic groan. They slipped through the gap, their bodies pressed low to the ground as they darted toward the cover of the hedges. The mansion loomed closer, its windows dark and uninviting. "This place gives me the creeps," Lily murmured, glancing over her shoulder. Alexandra didn't respond. Her focus was fixed on the task ahead, every fiber of her being tuned to the possibility of finding Damien. As they reached the side of the mansion, Lily pulled out a small device, placing it against the nearest window. The glass vibrated faintly before cracking with a barely audible pop. Lily pushed the broken pane inward and motioned for Alexandra to follow her inside. The room they entered was cold and empty, its sparse furnishings cloaked in dust. Shadows danced across the walls, and the faint scent of mildew hung in the air. "We're in," Lily whispered into her comm. Callum's voice crackled softly in reply. "Good. Proceed carefully. I'm on the west side now. We'll meet in the central corridor." Lily nodded and gestured for Alexandra to stay close as they crept through the room and into a narrow hallway. The air felt heavier here, each step echoing faintly against the marble floors. Alexandra's nerves were on edge, every sound magnified in the oppressive silence. Her thoughts drifted to Damien-where he might be, what he might be enduring. The image of his face, bruised and battered, flashed in her mind, and her determination hardened. They passed through a series of hallways, each one more labyrinthine than the last. The mansion was a maze, its dark corners and endless doors concealing whatever secrets it held./0/20635/coverorgin.jpg?v=1a343afbb0575dee0ced41dc3e298834&imageMogr2/format/webp)
