Romance Books for Women
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Sandman
Justin and Mackenzie stood outside the house, they looked at each other, as Mackenzie poured the petrol both around the house and inside. Sandman lit the match and dropped it to the ground . The flames blazing high a red and Orange colour, the fire made its way around the house with their parents inside, it flamed the inside of the house engulfing the entire house as the screams could be heard from the outside as they stood watching the house burn in a loud bang. kaboom! The house went up in flames. Their eyes illuminating in the burning air, flames reflecting in the coldness their evil eyes. ‘Come on let’s get out of here.’ they both turned walking away as the fire continued to illuminate the night sky. The sound of the fire engines passed them. ‘This is a new beginning bro.’ They turned the corner into the darkness./0/86810/coverorgin.jpg?v=15de24fa0a056305de7ec34931cbf654&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Unwanted Wife's Final Gift
The crystal chandeliers of the Reed family mansion dripped light onto the polished marble floor. It was my first wedding anniversary, a grand affair designed to broadcast stability to the business world. But the guest of honor wasn't me, the legal wife. It was Chloe Evans, my husband Ethan's publicly known mistress, her hand possessively resting on her rounded belly. "Ethan and I are so thrilled to announce that we're expecting. Our baby is a true blessing." Chloe's voice echoed, shattering the silence and my carefully constructed composure. All eyes turned to me, standing alone near the grand staircase, as the whispers of shock and pity washed over the room. My face was a mask of calm, but inside, a storm raged. After a year of marriage that was nothing more than a business contract, a foolish part of me had still hoped. That hope died a final, quiet death as I watched Ethan shield Chloe from the flashing cameras, confirming to the world I was just an obstacle. I took a slow sip of champagne, then walked towards them, my steps measured and confident. "Ethan," I said, ignoring Chloe. "Congratulations. I have a gift for you. For our anniversary." He looked surprised by my composure. "What is this?" he asked, suspicion lacing his tone. "Divorce papers," I announced, loud enough for those nearby to hear. "Signed by me. And a transfer of all my shares in Miller Corp, as stipulated in our prenuptial agreement. You' re free." A collective gasp filled the room. His arrogant smirk finally faltered. He had expected tears, a scene, a fight. He had not expected this clean, decisive severing. "You're giving it all up? Just like that?" he questioned, searching my face for a trick. A sharp pain stabbed through my abdomen-a secret I had been carrying for weeks. Pancreatic cancer. Late stage. Inoperable. The doctor's words from that afternoon echoed. The public humiliation, the betrayal, was nothing compared to the true devastation. I straightened, forcing down the pain. "Just like that. Because I'm tired of this game. You win." I turned to leave, but another wave of pain buckled my knees. "I'm fine," I breathed to my rushing assistant. "Just a little tired. I'm going home." But my destination wasn't home. It was the hospital. I was dying, and the man I loved was trying to torture me in my final days. He had brought his mistress into my childhood sanctuary, smashed the physical representation of my secret, cherished memory for him, and then publicly auctioned my wedding ring for a dollar. He was confirming I was nothing more than garbage to him. I stared at his cold, mocking eyes across the hospital room. He wanted a quick, clean divorce? No messy legal battles that could drag Reed Industries through the mud? I had a proposition. "You will spend the next seven days with me. Every minute. You'll do everything I say, go wherever I want you to go. You'll be my husband, for one last week." My voice, surprisingly strong, dropped to a challenging whisper. I had three months to live. Three months to fix him. I couldn't die and leave him like that./0/94319/coverorgin.jpg?v=7322fcbc7a07377156dba9cb624fdef8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Discarded Wife's Billionaire Revenge Unleashed
The fourth time I lost our baby, my husband threw me out of his Bentley on a deserted road. My crime? The heel of my shoe had scuffed the pristine leather interior. I woke up in a hospital bed, bleeding and alone, only to see him through the glass door, holding his high school sweetheart in his arms. Moments later, his mother posted their picture online with the caption: "Finally back where they belong. A true love story." Their friends commented, calling me a "social-climbing nobody" he was finally getting rid of. They thought they had broken me, that I would come crawling back like I always did. But they forgot about the betrayal clause in our prenup, the one that would give me control of my family's entire fortune. And it expired in one week./0/80709/coverorgin.jpg?v=a5b1014f1f07ee28e2f31ad01a32b236&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late, Mark Olsen
I sacrificed a dream career in Silicon Valley and moved halfway across the country, all to build a life with Mark, the man I loved. But then, an Instagram post shattered my world: Mark, arm around a blonde I didn’t know, captioned “Celebrating my new role with the amazing Chloe Vanderbilt!” When I confronted him, he unveiled a callous betrayal, coldly stating Chloe was his girlfriend and I was merely a past chapter, no longer “in his league.” My attempt to warn Chloe about his true nature backfired spectacularly, as she dismissed me as a "crazy, jealous ex" and, together with Mark, orchestrated a public humiliation at a downtown bar. The ultimate horror struck moments later when two thugs ambushed me, physically assaulted me, and stole everything, growling a chilling warning to "stay away from Austin." Bruised, traumatized, and stripped bare of my dignity and possessions, I was forced to flee the city that had crumbled my life to dust. How could the man I loved, and his new partner, conspire to destroy me so completely, leaving me feeling utterly abandoned and broken with no one to turn to? The injustice burned hotter than any physical wound, screaming for an answer no one seemed willing to provide. But as my plane lifted off, leaving Austin behind, the despair solidified into steel: I vowed to remake myself, stronger and smarter, and one day, they would realize the true cost of their cruel game./1/101828/coverorgin.jpg?v=4a401fec9c8a765366c3a22574bad254&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Billionaire Heiress's Humiliation: A Brother's Fury
My fiancé' s mistress hacked off my hair in the middle of Van Cleef & Arpels while he laughed on the phone. He told her to "teach the stalker a lesson," having no idea the woman in the hoodie was actually the billionaire heiress he was arranged to marry. Ten minutes later, my brother' s private army shut down Fifth Avenue, and I picked up the scissors to return the favor. I had spent a year doing humanitarian work in war zones, so I arrived at the jewelry store in jeans and a worn hoodie to collect my custom engagement tiara. Glennie Kramer, a supermodel and Ashton' s "true love," sneered at my appearance and claimed the diamonds for herself. When I tried to stop her, she grabbed gift-wrapping scissors and violently severed my waist-length hair while the staff watched in terror. Desperate, I called Ashton, but he mocked me as a "pauper" and authorized security to hold me down while Glennie finished the job. They smashed my phone, thinking I was helpless. But the call hadn't disconnected before my brother, Ason Kane, heard everything. The King of Wall Street arrived with a fleet of armored SUVs and a rage that froze the room. Ashton collapsed when he realized he had just assaulted the sister of the most powerful man in New York. I walked over to the trembling supermodel, the scissors cold in my hand. "You said a nobody doesn't deserve beautiful hair," I whispered. I didn't just ruin their looks; I sent them to the Black Cell and erased their existence from high society forever./0/25174/coverorgin.jpg?v=ff69544f014fbc173be423215a457d3d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Spoiled Darling
How unlucky was it for her to be drugged and had her virginity taken away by a stranger? She wanted to clear the relationship with him but he threw her a contract and said he was going to marry her! She had no choice but to marry into a wealthy family. She was inexplicably drawn into his complicated life, and she was unexpectedly courted by a good man. She thought she had met happiness, but instead, she became a pawn in their love-hate relationship...... She wanted to run away, but he held her tightly. You were the woman I had fallen in love with. Where could you run?/0/31588/coverorgin.jpg?v=90ea4b301329cda0101be146f60f68bf&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Deal With My Arrogant Crush
"So it was all a joke to you all along? I thought you loved me," tears trickles down her cheeks as she says in a calm and painful voice. Her heart is bleeding. "I never said I did. We were just having fun and nothing more. The marriage... It was a contract which we both signed..." "What about the sex? What about the romantic moments? What about everything we had together?" She manages to ask again, biting her bottom lip as more tears finds their way out of her eyes. "The sex... It was for fun. I never forced you, did I? You agreed to have sex with me and..." "I hate you, Felix! I hate you!" She yells at the top of her voice, as she falls to her knees and break down in tears. "Do I care? You never meant anything to me. I'm in love with someone else and you knew it. Don't try to make me look like the bad guy here!" He fires back at her and with that, he amble out of the living room, slamming the door hard behind him. She thought their marriage will eventually end happily, she thought that they were going to live together forever, but turns out that she has been deceiving herself all along. She has always been an option, she has always been the second choice. What's her fate now? Where will she start from especially now that she's carrying his child?/1/104957/coverorgin.jpg?v=b5ed2588c16b9801fa94991b4ea8aee6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Love for my Ex-husband Never Came Back
After receiving a prenatal injection, I received an anonymous video on my phone. In the video, a man sang nursery rhymes with a little boy wearing a birthday hat. He dabbed a bit of cream on his finger and smiled as he smeared it on a woman's nose. Then he bent down to kiss it away. My phone slipped from my hand to the floor, and I trembled all over uncontrollably. The scar on the inside of the man's wrist was an old one, left from the time he saved me. Around his neck hung the pendant I had fetched for him from a famous church to ensure his safety. When I returned home, the expansive riverside apartment felt empty. The housekeeper brought some herbal soup meant to stabilize my pregnancy. She sighed and placed it on the table. "Mr. Stewart has a social engagement this evening and won't be home for dinner." It was the tenth night he had used this excuse not to come home. I removed the diamond ring that symbolized our love and called the lawyer. I didn't want to wait any longer. My husband, Bruce Stewart, had given his tenderness to another woman and was not worth my love./0/85246/coverorgin.jpg?v=c312c37f00c279d737af4233abaf99d3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
No Longer His Muse
The sterile white walls of Liam's penthouse, a gilded cage masquerading as my studio, stifled me. Every painting, every breath, belonged to him. Then, a cold, glowing message appeared in my vision: `[Muse System Activated. Main Task: Sever the parasitic relationship with Liam.]` My secret guide had arrived. Its first sub-quest: `[Facilitate the marriage between Liam and his childhood sweetheart, Scarlett.]` This was my way out. I became the perfect, pliant artist, orchestrating his reunion with the sophisticated art critic he truly desired. I endured her disdain, even painting her tributes to feed his obsession. The night of the Art Gala, I felt unwell, my head spinning from stress. As I steadied myself by an ice sculpture, Scarlett deliberately bumped me. I stumbled, and a piece of the sculpture crashed down, narrowly missing her. She screamed, accusing me of jealousy, of trying to hurt her. Liam, his rage burning, pulled her into his arms, completely ignoring me. `"Chloe! What the hell did you do?"` he snarled. The crowd's murmurs turned into accusations, judging me the crazy, jealous mistress. A familiar cramping seized my stomach, and I doubled over in searing pain. Blood trickled down my leg, a dark stain on my light dress. I was having a miscarriage, a life I didn't even know I carried. Liam dragged me to his car, ` "Can' t you go one night without making a scene?" ` he hissed, before abandoning me in the parking lot to return to Scarlett. The system confirmed my loss: `[Pregnancy terminated due to physical trauma.]` I realized then: this wasn't just neglect. It was calculated cruelty, a test from Scarlett to see how far he'd go for her. And he had passed. His utter indifference, his willingness to sacrifice me, ignited a cold fury. I would still get them together. But this time, it wouldn' t be for his happiness. It would be for my ultimate, painful freedom./0/39723/coverorgin.jpg?v=ab164c1d9ca787a31373790f8bd28e47&imageMogr2/format/webp)
I Married My Mother’s Lover As A Stand-In Bride
My mother was a lot of things but I never knew she would dare leave her Billionaire husband on the Alter stranded. My soon to be step-father was a lot of things, but he wasn't one to accept humiliation. And for that reason he made me Amelia, the daughter of my runaway mother to take her place on the alter./0/86967/coverorgin.jpg?v=baa362554574d606034d106f7b21ff31&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Beyond Betrayal: A Love Rediscovered
For six years, I poured everything into building our architecture firm, our life. So, when we landed our biggest contract, I thought it was the perfect moment. At our favorite restaurant, I raised my glass and asked him, "Ethan, let's get married." He laughed, a dismissive chuckle that shattered our future. "We land the Sterling Tower project and you want to lock me down. Good timing, Miller." My stomach dropped. He thought I was opportunistic, after I sacrificed everything for us. The real problem walked in next Monday: petite, fragile Chloe Davis, his "old friend" and new personal assistant. Chloe' s smile didn' t reach her eyes as she told me, "It's so nice to finally meet you. Ethan talks about you all the time." Soon, secret dinners, last-minute "site visits" to Napa, and expense reports for king-sized hotel beds confirmed my sickening suspicions. He was cheating. When I confronted Chloe about a project mistake, she burst into tears, and Ethan rushed in, furious at me. "Why are you yelling at her? She's trying her best." He didn' t care about the multi-million dollar mistake; he only saw his precious Chloe in tears. A sharp, unbearable pain shot through me. It was the pain of finality. A text from Chloe later confirmed the depth of his betrayal: "He loves me, Ava. He always has... You were just... convenient. Capable. But you're my soulmate." I was convenient. All those years, all my effort, all my love-a lie. But then, a new chapter began: a chance encounter, a forgotten connection, and a surprising proposal that would change everything. The game was far from over./0/33622/coverorgin.jpg?v=3f4a2f7feaade181c4be27a0bbb7b684&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her misunderstanding
[Book 2] [book 1: Deceptive Love] Read book 1 to understand the whole story, if you didn't read it, you'll probably not understand anything that goes on in this one. Jade Carrington left the country after the death of her only sibling whom she thought was murdered by her boyfriend, Lorenzo De Luca. She left without anyone except her dad's knowledge. 4 years has passed since she left and now, it is time for her to return home and face Lorenzo again. [Book 2] [book 1: Deceptive Love] Read book 1 to understand the whole story, if you didn't read it, you'll probably not understand anything that goes on in this one. Jade Carrington left the country after the death of her only sibling whom she thought was murdered by her boyfriend, Lorenzo De Luca. She left without anyone except her dad's knowledge. 4 years has passed since she left and now, it is time for her to return home and face Lorenzo again./0/59747/coverorgin.jpg?v=e07f203525618a6f8d7e40b58e3f2b5b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love in the Sunset
Emily, a Type-A personality, inherits a beachside cottage from her great-aunt and takes a break from her corporate job to renovate it. Jack, a charming artist, is her neighbor and helps her with the renovation. As they spend more time together, they clash due to their different personalities, but eventually, they develop feelings for each other. However, their relationship is put to the test when Emily's high-stress job and Jack's fear of commitment threaten to tear them apart./0/90878/coverorgin.jpg?v=1973315d95f05c836abb25fdc2636b3c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He Didn't Know His Wife's Identity until they Divorced
Five years ago, Bettina Rowe was wounded in her abdomen to save Asher Lambert, which caused her not to get pregnant. Asher had told her that he would never want a baby. But he eventually entertained the idea of surrogacy. He chose Betsy Sugden, a college student who resembled Bettina, to give birth to his baby. Asher didn't know that Bettina had already decided to divorce him when he brought up that idea./0/47545/coverorgin.jpg?v=2a3873ca29894312f2fe22f225f1d4c3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Chosen Bride
Nancy Marlon was forced to marry the President's son, Charles Alejandro. She rejected him and flee, as she wanted a simple man who will love only her, and not a powerful man like Charles. But What happens when Charles had already seen Nancy, and fallen in love with her? He was not going to let her get away, and he disguised himself as a poor man to win her back. Read to continue./0/38941/coverorgin.jpg?v=b9b9fdf796c15f50df4ca56e8621b322&imageMogr2/format/webp)
THE PRINCE AND THE PAUPER
❤️Prologue ❤️ The Prince who is the Prince ? Well that is no other person than Prince Asim Berlin , crowned prince of Alexandria City . 24 years of age 6 ft tall broad and huge , green hazel eyes heart-shaped lips which is full and Pink , carly dark brown hair , intelligent and super smart, in essence a Greek god the only son to King Charon and queens Stella. Xander is every girl's wish even though he has an arrogant behaviour he can't seem to chase them away he sees all women except his mother and fiance as sex toys and a typical play boy and a sex freak he always want everything to go his way no one can refuse his will, well except one crazy girl . The Pauper Who is she? Naunet Domero Naunet Domero , 21 year old, 4 ft tall ,slim and slender ,but with a domineering cleavage full red lips, diamond blue eyes long strawberry blonde hair ,a goddess to be precise and so beautiful. Many times it lead her to trouble ,at 18 she had up to 100 suitors but she rejected all of them this made her parents sad but they couldn't tell her because they were always in support of her decisions all she did was work ,work and work and least I forget sometimes cause trouble more like people always troubled her , especially jealous girls . She had no friends work was more of her best friend but she had to work to feed her parents she never had the opportunity to go to school because of how poor they were she was willing to change that but she had to work she involved herself in every work available she was also a part-time maid at the palace and known for her beauty there as well. During her time at the palace she had never encountered or seen the prince because he was never home so she had no idea what he looked like she also had no phone to browse about him and she also had no time for that . Life wasn't that good but manageable for her until she met with Prince Asim on one of her visit to the palace she had never seen him before so she mistook him for a guard because of how casual he looked, she disrespected him with no idea of his identity and prince Asim was enraged,he vowed to have her for himself like the other ladies but he failed countless times until he took a drastic decision that changed his life forever. Extract from the story ...... "Please I beg you forgive me ,I know I wronged you and I am very sorry" "Keep quiet you are disturbing the neighborhood " "I am sorry please don't take it away from me ,I am a virgin please I want to keep it for my husband please I beg you '' "You want to keep it for your husband,you should be happy I am taking it ,you wouldn't want to give it to your ugly and hideous looking husband ,now keep quiet and stop resisting. He forced her on the bed and tore her dress , removing her bra and undies roughly, pinning her hand on the bed,he cupped her breast in one hand and squeeze it before placing it into his mouth ignoring her endless pleas ,he roughly penetrated into her making her scream, breaking her hymn as blood flowed out . "Noooooooooooooooooooo A huge thunder struck as heavy rain began to fall , lightening strikes so loud ,it shook people out of their sleep. A witch is in distress . . ./0/99795/coverorgin.jpg?v=d8f8cf73a361c0a0d7bb57d4489cb6f8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
GLASS TOWERS, HIDDEN HEARTS
In a city of ambition and glittering skyscrapers, he rules with cold precision. She lives untethered, bringing warmth and chaos into his ordered world. When the free-spirited intern and the unyielding CEO cross paths, office politics, hidden desires, and long-buried secrets collide. Can love survive in a world of power, control, and risk-or will their hearts remain trapped behind glass walls?/0/83682/coverorgin.jpg?v=0cc4a0a9eff5d56d5b3a07c15224cf02&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Beyond Betrayal: Reclaiming Her Legacy
I stood outside my apartment, key in hand, preparing for my late mother's annual charity gala-the most important night of my year. Suddenly, Liam's voice seeped through the wood-my boyfriend of four years. "Don't worry, Chloe. I'll handle her." He confessed he was canceling on my gala for my manipulative cousin, proudly declaring he' d "manage" me. My world shattered. Four years of my life, a carefully constructed façade, all for a favor to Chloe. He didn't inquire about my well-being, only about public appearances. Chloe later brazenly flaunted him online, laying public claim. The betrayal deepened when they explicitly left me behind for a family trip, Liam's car overflowing with Chloe' s luggage, with no room for me. My uncle then explicitly warned me to stay in my "lane," sneeringly dismissing me. The ultimate humiliation came when Chloe shoved me into the pool, shrieking I tried to drown her, while Liam rushed to her rescue, leaving me to sink. Could this truly be my life? Constantly dismissed, betrayed, abandoned, and blamed for the cruelties of others? The injustice burned, transforming my grief into a cold, hard clarity. But then, a sleek black Tesla glided to a stop beside me. "Need a ride, Clara?" Julian Vance, a figure from my distant past, calmly asked. He didn't just save me from walking; he dropped a bombshell that ripped through my two-faced family' s schemes, revealing a secret engagement and finally arming me with the power to reclaim my life./0/32840/coverorgin.jpg?v=3928a2cee5f9a71be440c7a35186fca8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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