Romance Books for Women
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My Self-Proclaimed Brother Regrets After My Marriage
I was picked up by Rylan Lloyd, and everyone knew that I loved him uncontrollably. When his one true love, Madeline Yates, was injured, I donated blood to her until I was completely exhausted. When he and Madeline were having sex, I provided them with condoms. When Madeline returned from abroad, he made me wait for him in the snow for three hours wearing only a thin dress, and I ended up getting pneumonia and falling into a coma. Upon waking, I had lost my memory and stared blankly at Rylan, who stood by my hospital bed with a frosty stare. "Who are you?" His icy demeanor suddenly softened as he touched my head and said, "I'm your brother." Rylan then called my long-time rival, Aydan Baxter, claiming he was my fiancé. Later, as he wished, I married Aydan, and Rylan regretted it.../0/30654/coverorgin.jpg?v=f3cec302842c0ada00db21df906ecaa5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Capture His Heart: Fall In Love After Divorce
The three-year marriage left her nothing but despair. She was forced to sign the divorce agreement as she got pregnant. Regret filled her heart as she witnessed how ruthless he was. Not until she left away did he come to the realization that she was the one he truly loved. There was no easy way to heal a broken heart, so he decided to shower her with limitless love./0/82904/coverorgin.jpg?v=c34cb21a9f12f5e945f5032f3d12213f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Ghost He Discarded: Now A Gaming Queen
I was "NyxEcho," the hidden strategist behind my superstar gamer boyfriend, Kaiser. My plain avatar was a shield, masking past trauma as I secretly built his team into champions and created his real-world brand. Then, his message hit: "Nyx. Meet Seraphina. She's... the one." My heart shattered. He benched me, replacing me with an ethereal avatar, his long-obsessed "digital muse," declaring her his dream. He publicly discarded me as "practice," flaunting Seraphina. In real life, Liam, blind to my true identity as Ava Chen, severed my freelance work. Seraphina's cruelty deepened: she framed, slandered me, and incited thousands to hunt my avatar for a bounty. How could I be so invisible? Why did he believe her crafted fantasy over my genuine support? I was "not important," hunted, my true self unseen, while he celebrated her lie. The humiliation hardened into resolve. At Liam's lavish public proposal to Seraphina, I made my choice. No more hiding. My identity, my face, my truth-it was time for them to be revealed./0/84312/coverorgin.jpg?v=4fb3d257f0167dce63cf3039e99ccc5d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Wedding Night Bite
The rented cabin was supposed to be my honeymoon suite, the culmination of years of devotion to Jocelyn. But on our wedding night, my bride, dressed in white, sat on the bed wearing a red bandana over her mouth. She tearfully confessed it was to honor her first kiss, shared with her ex, Ryan Blakely, insisting she preserve that memory. When I gently tried to remove it, she flinched, then bit my hand, screaming I was disrespectful and only wanted what I wanted, before storming out. The next morning, she posted a picture with Ryan on social media, implying I gave her the silent treatment and calling him a "real friend." Years of sacrifice-a football scholarship, a dream business, my friends-all for her, felt like a lie. I looked at the bite mark, a small wound that felt like a gaping chasm in our entire relationship, and knew something was fundamentally broken. The old Caleb would have chased her, begged for an apology, desperate to fix things. But this time, something snapped, and I called my friends to officially start the hunting guide business I had abandoned for her. My life with Jocelyn was over, and I was finally going to live for myself./0/19860/coverorgin.jpg?v=8bc5ba5cc005855748c24469feeb2111&imageMogr2/format/webp)
I Found The Babies.
Terrence didn't waste a moment in pressing me up against the kitchen counter. "When..." He growled in my ear, "When we will be getting married, I will be your only king, do you get my point? Only one queen, no misters or mistresses. Just me, just you, and yeah, our babies." I shivered. ************************* Alyssa Reynolds found herself in a situation, while returning home from work, and she had three choices: 1. Simply walk away and forget that you ever heard the sound of wailing infants. 2. Call the police and inform them about the innocent wails. 3. Follow the sounds of the wails and take the matter in your hands, deciding what to do later. Being a kindhearted soul and a sucker for babies, she found herself choosing the third option, finding the two little lives. Two little lives that changed her whole life, her love life included. Her life now revolved around the babies as diapers, vomit and shit seemed to surround her. Just when she thought that now it's just her and the babies, her whole world flipped over and she found herself living under the same roof as the egotistical, obnoxious and hot-as-hell Terence Powers, the business tycoon who was not going to let the woman fend off for herself and the babies alone./1/101833/coverorgin.jpg?v=81276bcbc113c92f6a1eef1ff7590152&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Pantry To MIT: Their Regret
My parents left me to freeze to death on a mountain just to save their adopted daughter. When I dragged my broken body back home days later, my father didn't hug me. Instead, he frowned and asked why I was making such a scene over a "simple accident." For eighteen years, I was the Corbett family's dirty secret. Despite being their biological child, I slept in a pantry and scrubbed their floors while Angelique, their "chosen" one, lived like a princess. They erased my existence, starved me, and when I finally packed my bags to leave forever, they accused me of being an ungrateful gold-digger. Even my childhood protector, Asher, looked at me with disgust, claiming my survival was hurting "delicate" Angelique. I severed all ties, but they wouldn't let me go. When they cornered me at my new school to save their plummeting stock prices, I didn't cower. I exposed every scar, every unpaid bill, and every crime to the principal, getting them banned from campus. Now, as I head to MIT on a full ride, the Corbett empire is burning to the ground. And I' m the one holding the match./0/85720/coverorgin.jpg?v=99013b49647f6a687e890c3b0a6b2a21&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Eight Years of Gilded Cage
It was our eighth wedding anniversary, and my husband, Mark Johnson, wasn't home. He was celebrating another woman's birthday, as usual. I sat in the silence of our gilded cage, the emotional wounds from years of neglect and indifference finally festering. He never hit me, not until tonight, but Chloe's Instagram post-Mark, her, a cake-ignited a rage I couldn't contain. When he finally stumbled in, past midnight, reeking of her perfume, I confronted him. "It's our anniversary, Mark." He sneered, "At least she's fun to be around. She doesn't just sit in the dark waiting to ambush me." The words tasted like poison. "I want a divorce, Mark." His face went white. "And," I added, "I'm pregnant. And the baby isn't yours." His shock turned to pure fury. "You lying, cheating bitch." He lunged, shoved me hard, and I fell backward, hitting the coffee table. A searing pain ripped through me. I looked down to see blood spreading on my dress. "Mark," I gasped, "The hospital... please..." He just scoffed, "You think a baby that isn't mine is your ticket out? You're pathetic, Ava." He pocketed the watch I'd bought him for our anniversary and walked out, leaving me bleeding on the floor. Eight years. He left me to die. Lying there, clutching my bleeding stomach, I knew I had to do something. For my baby. My fingers, slick with blood, fumbled for my phone, calling the one person who had ever shown me true kindness. Someone I' d promised I' d never call. That night, Liam Thorne answered./0/25179/coverorgin.jpg?v=49080e49f5e56514d2f1de2de900b804&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Demon's Contract Bride
"Five years ago, Emma Brown inadvertently broke his phone when she met him for the first time at the airport, While Bruce White injured her arm in a car accident when they met the second time. It seemed that their encounter was never a fortune. However, when she was trapped, he gave a hand to her. When he was betrayed, she firmly stood with him. It seemed that it was a destiny that they finally fell in love with each other. But love is never easy, Emma escaped from him recklessly with their baby for misunderstanding. Five years later, they met again. Time changes but love remains the same. Bruce White, the powerful but faithful man, vowed to marry her and love her to death."/0/27682/coverorgin.jpg?v=4905a486b9fc79a85e4820cee8b28958&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Burning Love: What If I Never Get Over You
Despite being an ordinary orphan girl, Cheryl managed to marry the most powerful man in the city. He was perfect in every aspect, but there was one thing-- he didn't love her. Three years into their marriage, she finally got pregnant, but it was also the day her husband gave her their divorce papers. It seemed that he had fallen in love with another woman, and he assumed that she had fallen for another man as well. Just when she thought the relationship was coming to an end, all of a sudden, he didn't seem to want her gone. She was already about to give up, but then he came back and confessed his love for her. What was Cheryl supposed to do in this tangle between love and hate, while being pregnant on top of it? What was best for her?/0/82435/coverorgin.jpg?v=ea4410abea09b7abef273cd6a3666a8e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Cobra's Vengeance
I leaned against the old warehouse frame, my body aching and face swollen from the fight with my family. I' d given up everything for Chloe, ready to start a new life with her. But the workshop wasn't quiet; it blazed with obnoxious music, laughter, and champagne bottles. Chloe was there, too, stunning in a sparkling dress, laughing with the very society people she claimed to hate. Then she saw me, and her laughter didn't stop; it only twisted into a slow, cruel smirk. "Look what the cat dragged in," she purred, her voice cold. My brother, Marcus, stepped forward, his smug smile sealing my dread. This wasn' t Chloe' s workshop; it was rented. My entire relationship, my grand sacrifice, was just a bet. A monstrously cruel game, orchestrated by Chloe and my own brother, to see if "golden boy" Ethan Cole would actually throw away his life for a girl he thought was a poor, struggling mechanic. Her friends roared with laughter as they unveiled the prize for their wager: a perfect, gleaming vintage Shelby Cobra, the legendary car I had always dreamed of. Humiliation burned hotter than any physical pain, scorching every inch of my being. "You… you lied about everything?" I rasped, the words choked with disbelief and a crushing sense of betrayal. How could the woman I' d loved, my own blood, orchestrate such a depraved, public spectacle? Was I truly that naive, that blind to believe in such a perfect lie? I stumbled, broken, back out into the night, their mocking laughter echoing like a death knell in the empty street. But as I walked away from the ruins of my life, a chilling realization ignited within me: this wasn't just my humiliation; it was their first move, and now, I was ready to play./0/86659/coverorgin.jpg?v=2ff94a75bc46309b6b4d5c903e1673a3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Marriage Never Meant To Be
My engagement to Ethan Hayes was suffocating, bound by a grim family rule: no breaking up, only widowed. My brother' s dying wish had sealed my fate with a man who no longer loved me. He loved Chloe Davis. The definitive moment arrived when my brother's watch, my most prized possession, was shattered by Chloe Davis. Worse, Ethan, my fiancé, sided with her, dismissing my grief and the watch's immense sentimental value. Instead of comfort, I received an onslaught. His mother lectured me, and Ethan himself dismissed the broken watch as "silly" and "worn out," offering an "upgrade" like my brother's last gift was a trivial inconvenience. Then, Chloe returned with Ethan, feigning an apology, only to deliberately destroy the watch further, crushing the delicate mechanism. With each calculated move, they chipped away at my identity. His friends joined in, accusing me of cruelty, while Ethan, oblivious or uncaring, simply saw me as "dramatic" and "making a mess," even as I lay bleeding on the floor of my own apartment. He was more concerned about being late for a dinner reservation with Chloe than about my pain. Why was I continually subjected to this emotional torture? Why did he let her weaponize my dead brother's memory? The answer finally became painfully clear: I was a problem to be managed, not a partner. So, I picked myself up, cleaned the blood, and calmly put an escape plan into motion. His compliance was no longer about weakness-it was my camouflage./0/21112/coverorgin.jpg?v=93fcbcb0b696b7d78d42ed86ed7961b3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Cursed Prince's Elixir
My life was pretty much simple before all these, Well maybe not that simple but simple anyway... I wasn't your typical Princess of the castle instead I was more or less like the fairytale Cinderella only that I never did really have a Prince charming up until now.. To cut it all short, I am suddenly entangled in a Royal mess.. They say I am the Sheba, probably the last, and the cure to the Prince's curse not to feel— His elixir, because somehow I've been blessed by the goddess with a pure heart and special powers. And this is too much for me to bear, especially now that I might be falling in love with this prince that is Cursed to an heart of ice!/0/85877/coverorgin.jpg?v=47860a06bb1a357ee14027d94563ef2f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Divorce: The Only Way Out
The launch party for my company was supposed to be the peak of my life' s ambition, but my eyes were glued to the door, waiting for my wife, Olivia. Just last week, she' d finally warmed up to me, hinting at starting a family after three years of a marriage that felt like a contract. Then the doors opened, and Olivia walked in, but she wasn' t alone; beside her, with a possessive hand on her back, was Dr. Marcus Thorne, her former mentor. He was a ghost from her past, and she was smiling at him in a way she never smiled at me. I watched them, trying to convince myself it was nothing, as he leaned in to whisper, and she laughed, an intimacy that screamed of a shared history I was not a part of. Dave, my business partner, clapped me on the shoulder, telling me we were "killing it," but my gaze was fixed on Olivia taking a glass of wine from Marcus, their fingers brushing. It felt like a punch to the stomach, seeing the effortless familiarity he had, everything I' d bled for in three years of trying. The anger and humiliation choked me, until I finally stumbled over to them, my voice hoarse. Marcus turned, looked me up and down, and with a condescending smirk, called me "the boy genius," belittling my entire existence. Then the room tilted, my chest tightened, and the world went black. I woke to the sterile smell of a hospital, Olivia asleep beside me, but the warmth turned to bitter self-mockery as I remembered her denial in front of him. Our marriage had been a transaction from the start-a deathbed promise to my father to "look after me." I was 21, grieving, hopelessly infatuated, and agreed, hoping forced proximity would blossom into love. Three years of trying to earn her affection, culminating in last week' s "validation," now felt like just another concession. A cold resolve settled over me; I couldn' t live as a child she was obligated to care for anymore. I disconnected the IV, and when Olivia stirred, I looked her in the eye and said, "Let's get a divorce." She was pale, shocked, but I had never been more clear; I signed the papers and walked out, leaving everything behind. For two days, I hid in a cheap motel, suffocating the voice that replayed her smiling at Marcus, until there was a loud banging on my door. It was Dave, and behind him, a pale and frantic Olivia, who pushed past him, calling me unthinking and childish. "I'm not a child, Olivia," I said, my voice dangerously quiet. "Then stop acting like one!" she shot back, as I pulled the signed divorce papers from my bag and pushed them into her hands. "I'm letting you off the hook. You don't have to keep your promise to my father anymore. You're free." She stared at the papers, her eyes widening with disbelief, then she whispered, "No." And with a sudden, violent movement, she ripped the papers in half, declared she would not divorce me, and threw the shredded pieces at my feet. It was never about me; it was always about the promise./0/83687/coverorgin.jpg?v=f3308eae24607e9bb8518514c6d9c38e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reclaiming My Life
The call seemed routine, a possible sprain in a quiet Vermont town where I, a paramedic, lived a seemingly quiet life, waiting for my FBI agent wife, Jessica, to return from her latest dangerous assignment. But when I arrived, I saw her, not in Oregon, but here, pushing a little boy on a swing, laughing with a man I didn't recognize. Then the boy called her "Mommy," and my world shattered. I drove home numb, only to find her waiting, smiling, with an excuse about "leave" and a "layover." When I confronted her, she offered pathetic lies, then slapped me hard across the face when I called out her lover. She even tried to force me to sign papers for "our" child's health insurance, then brought my brother's cheating ex-wife to my house for a "reconciliation." How could someone be so brazenly deceitful, creating a whole fake life while pretending to love me? But the moment I handed her the divorce papers and the formal complaint I filed with the FBI, I knew it wasn't over./0/48958/coverorgin.jpg?v=59d145100b893d82e37d5037b0a53932&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Mr one night stand
Madison breaks up with her cheating Rich boyfriend Xavier, on that same day her bestie decided to take her to a bar to feel better. madison gets drunk and had a one night stand with a smoking hot man, who's name and face she barely remembered. on getting home, Madison decided to treat all infection forgetting to prevent pregnancy. Madison finds herself pregnant but the problem is she can't remember the man she spent the night with and she isn't even sure who the actual father is, is it her one night stand or her ex boyfriend. what's the worst that could happen? now Madison has to make a choice to keep or remove the baby, which will she do? will she reunite with her ex boyfriend for the sake of the child? or will she look for her mysterious smoking hot one night stand? What happens when Madison finds out both her hot smoking one night stand and her ex boyfriend whom she still loves are best friends. So much drama, anger, love, revenge, plotting, hatred all in one triangle. anyway you might never know, if you don't slide in and flip those pages./0/19235/coverorgin.jpg?v=a2bd7ca672eb205858d78b7c4207332e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Accidentally In Love
They say one’s fate is woven like a string and one’s destiny is intertwined with many others. Sometimes the things we thought we never search for are the things that come knocking at our door. Others never find it, but there are others who are led. Changing the future by meeting new people is nothing new to us. But what are the odds of changing the future by meeting new people that are related to the past? Let us all find out how this accidental meeting leads to an accidental love./0/80089/coverorgin.jpg?v=8842ee902d70db8fe058fc03c1ea6872&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Wife Who Forgot
Michael Johnson was a man once deeply in love, his world illuminated by his brilliant wife, Sarah, and their cherished young son, Leo. Then came the car accident: Sarah survived physically, but a brutal head injury stole her memories, erasing me completely from her mind. In the vacuum of her confusion, a smirking opportunist, Ethan Cole, slithered in, whispering insidious lies and painting himself as her true, destined love. Overnight, I became a phantom in my own home, a "leech" and an "obstacle" in her eyes, while she wholeheartedly believed every fabricated story Ethan spun. The world I knew crumbled as I endured her chilling indifference, public humiliations, and Ethan's constant psychological torment. The ultimate blow came when she casually suggested I should have died in the crash, then, shockingly, tried to force me into a life-threatening organ donation for Ethan’s brother, treating my body as a transactional asset. My heart, once full of fierce love, was utterly shattered, replaced by a suffocating despair. How could the woman who swore eternal devotion, who had once been my everything, become this cold, cruel stranger, utterly dismissive of me and our own child? The injustice burned, leaving me broken, betrayed, and terrifyingly alone. With no hope left, and consumed by the primal need to protect my son Leo, I made a final, desperate choice. I contacted Mr. Smith, the man who orchestrates "fresh start initiatives," not "death stagings." I would stage my own disappearance, become Mark Reynolds, and vanish into a new life, leaving Michael Johnson and the ruins of my past behind forever./0/82592/coverorgin.jpg?v=5d588e27a1ab315094ebe013d2e9f473&imageMogr2/format/webp)
ONE NIGHT WITH YOUR DADDY
It was a sensual night for them, they didn't know each other but Aslan Federick had deliberately booked a naughty woman on an online app. She arrived at the hotel room he had booked drunk. Aslan's passion that had been suppressed for 5 years came out that night. They did rounds, Aslan was very satisfied with the service provided to the young woman. Naturally, Aslan had been widowed for 5 years and had just touched a woman again this time. But who would have thought? His one-night stand was truly a misadventure for Aslan or Laura herself. It turns out that the 24-year-old girl, Laura, is his future daughter-in-law. Laura didn't realize that the night was full of hot scenes with her future in-laws. Shit! What should they do? Moreover, Laura will marry Darrel, Aslan's biological son./0/86503/coverorgin.jpg?v=39499d8b05d28b2c530519345de54190&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Entangled In His Master Plan
A pounding headache ripped me from sleep, but this wasn't my bedroom. It was a luxurious penthouse, and I was in bed with a man whose familiar scent brought a rush of panic: Ethan Hayes, my estranged step-uncle who' d vanished years ago. The shock was a physical blow. He was family, a ghost from a bizarre chapter of my life, and the memory of our night together was horribly clear. I fled, scrubbing my skin raw, desperate to erase his touch. I clung to the hope it was a one-time, anonymous mistake. But a week later, my mom called, buzzing with excitement. Someone was investing in our family business, paying off all our debts, saving us. And he was coming for dinner. My stomach dropped when I heard his voice. Ethan Hayes, impeccably tailored, stood in our living room. His eyes, dark and intense, held a spark of knowing amusement that made my blood run cold. He saw me, and he remembered everything. Dinner was torture. My parents adored him, completely oblivious to the suffocating tension. "It's always wise to remove unnecessary obstacles from one's life," he said, his gaze pinning me, a direct hit that solidified his intent. He was here to stay. Then came the new neighbor: Ethan. He bought the apartment right next door. He was at my coffee shop, outside my campus art building. Every polite refusal, every attempt to pull away, only seemed to tighten his web. I was trapped, and nobody else could see the bars of the cage./0/82905/coverorgin.jpg?v=48ac535a45bbf3656d3a30c9e8e4daad&imageMogr2/format/webp)
