Romance Books for Women
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Eager to Hug
Simona Sam pretended to be mentally disabled in order to survive in her family where there is no kinship, only permanent interests. However, she failed to conquer the dominance and was exiled from the family at night. By coincidence, Nathan Christ saved her from danger and took her home. Three months later, Nathan, the most powerful man in the city, announced engagement to Simona, which surprised people all over the city as they could not believe the silly Simona had won Nathan’s heart. However, from then on, once silly Simona is bullied, Nathan just holds her in arms and kisses her deadly. What’s more, Nathan always paid back the one who bullied Simona in the same way. Everyone became aware that Simona could not be offended. Well, finally silly Simona need not pretend to be silly any more./0/56629/coverorgin.jpg?v=b4ea5acebcd773d64207a437b9997206&imageMogr2/format/webp)
THE CEO's SECOND BRIDE.
"You are nothing, but a worthless poor man!" She spat, tossing the divorce paper at him. Heartbroken and humiliated, Alexander signs the papers, and plans to reveal his real identity as the CEO of Xander Continental Suites. He swears never to love again, but his vow is broken when Ava begins to work in his company as his secretary and assistant. His ex-wife returns to reunite with him, but he rejects her. She begins to think of ways to take Alexander back. As their love blossom, Ava discovers a secret about Alexander that makes her feel betrayed and harbor hatred for him. Will this secret be the end of their love affair? Will she fight back for the person she loves?/0/84162/coverorgin.jpg?v=5aa0b527ab9a0b9a61ee3bd368c44406&imageMogr2/format/webp)
No More Tears for Him
Five years ago, I gave everything – my dreams, my health, every last penny – to save the man I loved from a fatal heart condition. I scrubbed pots on double shifts, my hands raw, convinced I was putting my love on the path to recovery. But his fiancée, Jennifer, had other plans. She showed him doctored photos, whispered lies, and made it seem like I was selling my body, not my soul, for him. He believed her instantly, threw the money back in my face, and walked away, spitting that I deserved to rot. Now, five years later, those words are a cold prophecy: my kidneys are failing, I have six months to live. As I stumbled out of the free clinic, dizzy and broken, I saw him again-Ethan Scott, now a superstar music producer, stepping out of a luxury car with Jennifer, her hand protectively over a pregnant belly. They were heading into the exclusive private hospital next door, a world away from my despair. My body chose that moment to betray me; I collapsed, scattering my pills and medical records on the dirty sidewalk. He stared down at me, his eyes colder than any winter, then watched as Jennifer ground her heel into my hand and had my lifeline swept into a trash can. He even threw a crumpled twenty-dollar bill at my feet, declaring I was worth less than a donation to an animal shelter. How could he believe such monstrous lies? How could he, the man I sacrificed everything for, be so utterly blind to the truth of what I endured for him? What secret did Jennifer hold over him that made him choose her cruel deception over the life-saving act I committed?/0/25811/coverorgin.jpg?v=106eb2e4632e3819c02b330a2f2b4102&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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The CEO Who Knew My Thoughts
My family's tech company, ChenTech, was bleeding out, and Dad, ever the optimist, clung to an email from Stryker Innovations: an invitation to their "Next Generation Leaders Program." I was supposed to be our savior, a burnt-out junior software developer thrown into the corporate lion's den. I hated it, but Dad's desperate hope was a heavy chain around my neck. The orientation was chillingly efficient. Damien Stryker, the CEO, radiated an unnerving stillness. He immediately dismissed anyone who' d used clichéd motivational posters. My blood ran cold, but my minimalist presentation was safe. Then, a sharp, sarcastic thought cut through my anxiety: What a certifiable lunatic. His gaze snapped up, piercing the room, locking onto me. He knew. Instead of being dismissed, I was "promoted." Mr. Alistair Finch, Stryker' s chief of staff, informed me I was to be Damien's personal project assistant. My days became a bizarre loop of meticulously crafting his Colombian coffee (192 degrees, counter-clockwise stir) and organizing impossibly misfiled archives. Every mental groan, every cynical observation I made, he' d subtly echo or correct with a smirk I could almost feel. It felt less like a job, more like a cruel psychological experiment. How could he know? The mind-reading was infuriating, humiliating. This man, who saw right through my carefully constructed facade, seemed to deliberately play with my thoughts, making me feel like a trapped rat. Was he just an eccentric genius, or something far more sinister? Was I truly losing my mind? But then I started to notice: the companies he acquired often improved, employees thrived. The corporate wolf wasn't quite what he seemed. When his own stepmother, Eleanor, tried to weaponize me for corporate espionage, her veiled threats echoing his mind games, I realized the real danger wasn' t Damien. It was time to stop being a victim in this psychological maze and start fighting back./0/45835/coverorgin.jpg?v=71f54c8dc62c62f82d2189bdf65364f7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Ain't love Enough, Sir?
Her heart began to beat rapidly against his chest. "Crystalline" he called her in a warning. "We aren't made for each other." He pushed her to the wall in a rugged breath and ran his tongue from her neck to jawline encapsulating her in his arms. Heat crept from her center to her face and she started panting with unrest. He looked down and saw the protrusion of her shapely buds. "Crystalline, you have no idea about the things you do to me. You are the only woman I ever desired. Loving you is a sin I cannot forbid myself from doing and no adultery is bloodless." He whispered and attached his lips to hers but seconds later pushed her away rigidly. "Had I believed in marriages, you wouldn't have been my ......" Crystalline Collins comes to New York on a scholarship with a dream career in Nutrition. On a tumultuous day, her mother calls and informs her father that she needs urgent heart surgery. Chained with commitments, the kind of commitments that she couldn't necessarily control, for want of resources she performs as a model followed by a date and enters into unholy congress with a reputed mogul because of which she gets pregnant. Abraham Rochester is hot, virile, and manly. Girls worship the soil he walked upon. But he used them only as play toys and believed marriage was not in his cards after a failed relationship with one of his college mates. To save her face in society and arrange money for her dad's heart operation Crystalline enters into contract matrimony with Abraham who misunderstands her as a gold digger. Torn is the beauty with the beast until he is drawn by her mesmerizing fragrance which ignites a flame of desire that burns brighter than any woman he had ever read. Explore, Ain't love Enough, Sir? A hate-to-love heated chemistry of a billionaire with a middle-class girl./0/53344/coverorgin.jpg?v=75a99c725a03f4831d9e695e1589b483&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Tomorrow You'll Be Mine Again: A Second Chance Love Story
“Come back to me, Ivy,” the man whom she used to love with all her heart said. “No, no,” Ivy shook her head and backed away from him. Her body trembled as fear consumed her whole being. He was the reason her baby was gone! He was the reason for all her suffering! ---------------------------- Ivy thought she was the luckiest woman in the world - she was married to the man of her dream. But that was just her illusion. On the day she received her pregnancy report, she found her husband in bed with his best friend. Before she had the chance to tell him about her pregnancy, she was forced to divorce and her family was driven to bankruptcy by that one man she loved. Since then, her life went south. She married a governor in another country whom everyone thought was a gentleman. Everyone envied her, but no one knew he was a sadist who loved to abuse her. Five years later, the man she used to love met her by chance and begged her to come back. But would she be able to give her heart again, when all she felt toward him was fear and hatred? Knowing that he was the sole reason her life had turned to be what it was today with endless suffering? Cover art by Rainygraphic./0/18615/coverorgin.jpg?v=56235e317b6b4b1fb163877eaccf4b4b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Baby Genius: Dad, Where Are You
If it hadn’t been for what transpired on that momentous night, Eva wouldn’t have given birth to her son, Jason. The identity of the father, however, was unknown not only to Jason but also to his mother who didn’t for sure who the father of her son was. Five years later, Eva returned to her hometown and landed a job as a designer at one of the biggest companies in the country, the Dolly Group. Her new fresh new job led her to meet Santosh, CEO of the Dolly Group, an iron-faced devil whose life was shrouded in mystery. On most occasions, he would find himself uninterested by women, but there was something different about Eva that caught his eye./0/98085/coverorgin.jpg?v=62f8bb3cefe486391a8b253862a16efc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Husband's Treacherous Game
For two years, I was the perfect daughter-in-law, caring for my "paralyzed" mother-in-law to pay for a mistake my husband, Holden, never let me forget. The day I found out her paralysis was a lie was the day I also discovered he' d tricked me into signing our divorce papers. They moved his mistress into our home. When I tried to expose their lies, they had my leg broken and sent me for electroshock therapy, forcing a false confession while my husband watched. On the night of his wedding to her, I overheard him say his biggest regret was ever marrying me. That' s when the last of my love finally turned to ash. Months later, as I turned my back on his pathetic pleas for forgiveness, a speeding car hurtled toward me. Holden pushed me to safety, sacrificing himself. Now, he lies broken in a hospital bed, looking at me with hope in his eyes, asking if I can finally forgive him./0/53657/coverorgin.jpg?v=1875f814bd2369cbab5239ac821ab97b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Falling for the possessive Mafia king
She made a big mistake thinking she could write an article about Mr. Tomas Charl, the very rich man. The girl never thought he could be so dangerous. She didn't know he was the leader of a mafia group until she became involved with him. She had good intentions and a strong sense of right and wrong. Love and other things couldn't change her mind. She wanted Mr. Charl to change his bad ways and dreamed about starting a new life with him. She didn't realize she was already a part of his big mafia family. "How could you enter my room without my permission?" she asked, shocked by his behavior. Startled, she quickly covered her body. He closed the door behind him and locked it with the keys. Then, he approached her, standing so close that there was no space between their faces. He could hear the loud thumping of her heart in her chest. He pulled her towards him and whispered in her ear, "I can do whatever I want. This is my house, and everything here, including you, belongs to me." He forcefully kissed her against her will./0/56160/coverorgin.jpg?v=e0cdfce589137f812d9b58fcaabb1e3d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Midnight Encounter With Mr Billionaire
Dalma's life changed after a one night stand with a tall, imposing physique. Her fleeting encounter resulted in the birth of her charming little boy. Shame and rejection became a constant companion in Dalma's life. Unexpectedly, Dalma's parents arranged for her to meet Anderson, a potential partner. Now, the question looms: will she walk down the aisle with him? What would Dalma do when she finds out that Anderson is the younger brother of her one-night stand?/0/86196/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106211338&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Mother's Strength, A Wife's Fall
The first thing I noticed was the ultrasound picture on my kitchen island, a grainy image signaling a future I never saw coming. My husband, David, looked pale, and beside him, his intern, Lily, barely legal and with a hand protectively over her flat stomach, smiled triumphantly. "I' m pregnant," Lily announced, "It' s David' s." The words shattered 15 years of my life. David, the man I' d sacrificed everything for, couldn' t meet my eyes. He mumbled about it "just happening." Then my fifteen-year-old adopted son, Alex, walked past me and handed Lily a glass of water, telling her, "You should sit down." He looked at me, his young face hard. "Mom, just listen. Dad made a mistake. Lily is scared. We need to be adults about this." The shock was a physical blow. Not just my husband, but my son, my Alex, was against me. Lily, seeing her advantage, spoke with false sincerity. "Sarah, I don' t want to break up your family. We can make this work. I can live here. You can help me with the baby." The audacity left me breathless. She wanted me to raise my husband' s illegitimate child in my home. My perfectly curated world dissolved into chaos. David, Lily, and Alex stood there, a new family, and I was the inconvenient, old piece. A profound cold dread spread through me. This wasn' t a crack; it was a demolition. Seven years ago, I had taken the fall for David' s career-ending mistake, losing my architectural license and, due to the stress, an ectopic pregnancy that left me unable to have children naturally. David had promised, "You are all the family I will ever need." Now, he fawned over Lily. My sacrifices, my body, my love-none of it was enough. Alex admitted he' d been covering for David and Lily for months, helping them meet. "Maybe if you were a better wife, none of this would have happened," Alex declared, his eyes full of contempt. "Maybe if you paid more attention to Dad instead of your work, he wouldn't have needed someone else." That was the final blow. I looked at their united faces. My heart didn' t just break, it turned to dust. "Get out of my house," I said, my voice dead. "All of you. I want nothing to do with you, or with it." David was speechless. I calmly opened the bottom drawer of my desk and pulled out a manila envelope. "I want a divorce," I stated, placing the papers on the coffee table. The words were final. Alex scoffed, "You have nothing without him. Where would you even go?" David tried to placate me, then offered me the house, asking me not to fight for the rest of the assets-for the baby' s sake. Then came the ultimate insult. "I think it would be best if you found somewhere else to stay," he said. "Lily' s pregnancy… all this stress isn' t good for her. Or the baby." He was kicking me out of my own home, the sanctuary I had built, to make room for his mistress. A bone-deep sadness settled over me. It wasn' t my home anymore; it was a house full of strangers. "Fine," I whispered. "I' ll be gone by the end of the week." My choice was made./0/56473/coverorgin.jpg?v=4101871eb65e085e3397aa538c9fa891&imageMogr2/format/webp)
CHASING MY EX-WIFE
Arabella finds out she is pregnant with a child for her husband, Richard Giodano. She wants to inform him about it when she hears him speaking on the phone with Eve Rogers, his ex-lover. Because of Eve's arrival back into the states, Richard wants a divorce. That has always been the plan until he finds Eve cheating on him with his best friend. Five years later, they bump into each other at a party and Richard finds out his ex-wife is not only back with a child but is also a hot sexy CEO of Eagle Homes and Interiors. Even when she pretends not to know him, he vows to stop at nothing to chase after and win her back./0/21744/coverorgin.jpg?v=f2b55455a71f584f37f78451d87190f1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
I'm Yours
Love begins from nowhere A romance with a sprinkle of humour Being with the one you love under the same roof Find yourself giggling and having mixed emotions by joining the journey of life with Anna who has an adorable love story and a past which she cannot get over it. How love can cure and give happiness to a person who has gone through hard times./0/85101/coverorgin.jpg?v=4a9715979a2d49a381f4106b21dca2e6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Husband's Betrayal, A Wife's Rebirth
The two pink lines on the test stick perfectly embodied five years of quiet hopes and hushed prayers-a dream finally coming true. But that dream shattered when I overheard my husband David, in his study, confessing that she could "never find out," followed by his best friend Liam's horrified reply: "Five years. You' ve been living a double life for five years." Rebecca. The name of the struggling artist my family' s charity had sponsored, the woman David always dismissed with pity, was not only his wife but the mother of his son and heir, Thomas. Not only had my entire marriage been a lie, a performance for his "sweet, trusting" mistress, but I was also carrying the child of a man who secretly plotted: "She can never, ever get pregnant." He had been replacing my birth control pills with placebos for years, orchestrating my pain and feelings of failure, all to protect a life I never knew existed. The final insult came on my birthday, when the Astor sapphire necklace David had "promised" me appeared on Rebecca' s neck, a cruel trophy. And then, she introduced herself: "Thank you… brother-in-law." Something inside me snapped. He thought I was easy. He wanted me to disappear. Fine. I would disappear. I called an old contact, my voice steady, saying: "I need your help. I need to fake my death."/0/57881/coverorgin.jpg?v=0d05aea21dcb9cfeb6bbd874eeccbdff&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Little Wife Of The Cold CEO.
Starting from the story of a teenage girl named Amayra Catra who fell in love with an adult man who was 10 years older than her. The man who was her father's business partner made her fall in love and was determined to win her heart. That man is Indra Mahendra. Then what about Inder's feelings for Amayra? Will Amayra's love be reciprocated?/0/25655/coverorgin.jpg?v=1d76678b4e1d1d033d723b1f424a06de&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Five Years Too Late
It all started with, eighteen years old Jasmine Reinle finding out she was pregnant for her secret boyfriend, just a few days to her high school graduation. She intended to hide the pregnancy news from her parents, but unfortunately, her parents already somehow found out about it before she got home. Her father was enraged and scolded her angrily, calling her names for not being cautious enough and blackening their family's reputation. With her sister's wedding to a mysterious man around the corner, Jasmine was given two options, either she abort the pregnancy or leave the family and server all ties with them. For the love Jasmine had for her unborn baby and boyfriend, she chooses to leave. But things didn't work out as she had planned, she went over to her boyfriend's house and found out he's left the town. It's left for Jasmine to cater for herself and her baby. Five years later, her runaway boyfriend came back into her life life, but with a harsh reality... he's her elder sister's mysterious husband./0/28158/coverorgin.jpg?v=e50bfb59a5806260b4e0298096a94afc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
CRANK
Elena Grace has always lived a simple life, with two supportive and loving parents, she has never felt anything has been missing from her life – except for the first 10 years. As a child she never thought much about it, but nearing her 21st birthday Elena finds herself constantly being reminded of her missing memories. Delving into the mystery of herself, she finds she isn’t alone in the pursuit of uncovering what happened one fateful night over a decade ago, the series of disasters that plague her past, and a life she had long forgotten. Along her path to discovering who she is, and who she once was, she meets a whirlwind storm in the shape of a dark and mysterious man named Dmitri Vasilek. He appears out of nowhere and claims Elena as his, ready to lay his life down for her. As the two continue to entangle themselves together, she discovers his appearance in her life isn’t coincidental – and Dmitri just might be the key to uncovering her past self, and many more secrets she never knew laid deep within her. || All Rights Reserved Alice Marie 2022/0/85414/coverorgin.jpg?v=c5265a55eb661ec41721437a626ad295&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Anniversay Divorce Gift
For five years, my marriage to Mark Johnson was a meticulously guarded secret, hidden for the sake of his booming tech career. Our fifth anniversary arrived, a date circled in red, feeling like a cruel joke. That day, the love I' d poured into him for a decade finally ran dry, replaced by a hollow ache. I typed Sarah' s number, my best friend and legal wizard. "It's time," I said, my voice betraying none of the turmoil inside me. "I need the papers." Mark was about to get an anniversary gift unlike any other: a signed divorce agreement. I left his office, the signed papers clutched in my hand, just after hearing him rush off to his adopted sister, Chloe, for yet another fabricated crisis. The realization hit me: he had married me for convenience, for the perfect image I provided, while his heart belonged to another. The following morning, I stopped making his coffee, subtly stepping away from his touch, creating an ocean of distance between us. Then, disaster struck. Chloe's "emergency" made him abandon a multi-million dollar deal, and when I, his secret wife, suffered a devastating miscarriage alone, he was absent, doting on her. The pain was a physical blow, but it burned away the last thread of hope. I was alone. I had always been alone. I cut every tie, professional and personal, making myself unsearchable, then booked a one-way ticket out of the country. Mark was forced to sign the final divorce papers himself, confirming his obliviousness. But then, he started showing up. First in Italy, then in Paris. He won't give up, claiming he loves me, but his newfound desperation only proves the truth: he wants what he can't have. Now, he' s followed me to Santorini, refusing to leave. My story isn't over. It' s just beginning./0/84319/coverorgin.jpg?v=86bf10fb8e57a1113c12476bf69eafe8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
