Romance Books for Women
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My Roommate Is My Baby Daddy
It's the holiday season, and single mom Jade urgently needs a roommate.... She posts an ad and thinks she's found the perfect match... until J. Morrison shows up.... Jace Morrison, her best friend's older brother, her one-night-stand from last Year's January... and the father of her 10-month-old daughter. As Jace settles in, blissfully unaware that the child was his, strict rules collide with Jade's determination to keep Harper a secret, But, truth always has a way of slipping out as what was supposed to be a temporary holiday arrangement, now quickly turns into a tangled web of sparks, Secrets, Jealousy, and heartache that neither of them can ignore./0/54860/coverorgin.jpg?v=475b7b1c1bddce95c9e18ba1d91a4bed&imageMogr2/format/webp)
We Got Married Only For A Minute
On the wedding day of the arrogant billionaire and award-winning actor, Cole Williams his bride doesn’t show up. To save Cole from humiliation, Cole’s manager convinces Brittany, a makeup artist, to marry the actor for only 1 minute after which she will be given a large sum of money. Brittany agrees but doesn’t know that her one minute marriage to the arrogant Cole Williams is about to mess up their entire lives. To find out what happened read this amazing story of hate, deception, love, and second chances./0/83736/coverorgin.jpg?v=40e25fac13a0e87900ff5295f5303536&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Woman They Underestimated
I thought I had it all: a miracle pregnancy after a year of grueling IVF, and a loving husband, Liam, who seemingly saved me from my family's ruin by providing lavish care for my ailing mother. He was my protector, my savior. But a surprise prenatal check-up took me to a discreet private clinic I' d never seen. Liam dropped a bombshell: his childhood friend, Isabella, was dying and needed a bone marrow transplant. My blood was a perfect match. Then came the chilling demand: terminate our much-awaited pregnancy. When I refused, he calmly laid out his threat: if I didn't comply, my sick mother' s life-sustaining care, fully under his control, would cease. Trapped and terrified, I submitted. Waking up, I learned Liam had flown to Switzerland with Isabella. Then came the video: Isabella, triumphant, as Liam meticulously peeled a grape for her, a gesture he' d always refused me. A phone call confirmed my nightmare: Isabella revealed Liam married me solely for my compatibility as a donor. She' d even tormented my mother, bragging about my sacrifice, causing her agitated death on the same night. I was a tool, my baby gone, my mother murdered. But when Liam tried to delete the damning security footage, my old friend Julian revealed a hidden backup. Now, with Liam and Isabella believing they' d won, I understand the ultimate betrayal. They destroyed everything I held dear. It' s time they learned what a woman with nothing left to lose can do./0/50967/coverorgin.jpg?v=ac489145e1097f887410c72b917a53af&imageMogr2/format/webp)
I Will not be your Submissive!
Fernando Laureti is the black sheep of the family; a cheerful, cocky and seductive young man who is used to taking the women they like to his bed. His father, Demetrio Laureti, tired of his promiscuity, decides to put him in charge of the company he has in Paris, with the simple purpose of keeping them away from their women and BDSM, but it will not be easy, he meets Samantha Mercier, a strong-willed, beautiful and determined woman who will not make it easy, making the CEO obsessed with taking her to his bed and make her his submissive, an act that she will not give in, because she will scream in his face as many times as necessary: I will not be your submissive!/0/83412/coverorgin.jpg?v=3d23163caf2d3440dfe369316ec9c6d2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Reluctant Heir's Wildcat
My life as the "Montana Wildcat" was all about rebellion against the stuffy East Coast elite. But when an old blackmail threat jeopardized my Senator father's career, I was forced into a desperate solution: a fake engagement to Sterling Prescott IV, the blue-blood heir who personified everything I ran from. My plan was simple: unleash enough chaos to scare off the Prescotts and annul the whole charade. Instead, his formidable grandmother imprisoned me in their lavish estate for a forced "refinement," and strangely, Sterling became my unexpected confidante and ally, stealing midnight burgers and listening to my wild tales. Just as our fake relationship started feeling disturbingly real, my world shattered. Suddenly, the FBI stormed our home, planting fake evidence on my laptop that implicated my father in a national security scandal, destroying his career overnight. The final blow came with paparazzi photos showing Sterling, seemingly abandoning me, arm-in-arm with Blair Vanderbilt, the daughter of my father' s bitter rival. The man I'd grudgingly begun to trust, who had broken through all my walls, had seemingly betrayed me when I needed him most, leaving me heartbroken and politically ruined, a pariah. Then, at my father's televised Senate hearing, where his career was moments from collapse, Sterling walked in. He carried a briefcase and a recording that would not only clear my father's name but expose the true architect of our downfall, turning everything I thought I knew on its head./0/20469/coverorgin.jpg?v=446492edb83cadf42bb1a03de04bc729&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Veil
-This story is completed- What can a veil hide? Would you fall in love with a person who never shows her face? Why is she irresistible to him, though he has never seen more than her eyes protruding the thin fabric? What is she hiding and why is everything about this woman mysterious and secretive? A veil, a past, secrets, omissions, and a new love that has everything against it. Do you want to discover the mystery of the veil?/0/65243/coverorgin.jpg?v=c379c588e73b2cdf26996617a080fa17&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Contracted By The Billionaire After Betrayal.
Betrayed by her fiancé and stepsister a day before her wedding shattered all Lina's dreams about love. She was heartbroken and in pain. Being drugged and unknowingly loosing her virginity to a stranger is not as painful as being betrayed by her loved ones. She promised to make her pretentious step sister and her unfaithful fiancé pay back hundredfold for what they did to her. On her journey to seek revenge, the stranger she had a one night stand with, came knocking at her door with a marriage contract in hand. Without her knowing he was the one she has that blissful one night stand with, she agreed on the marriage contract for some reasons. Will she find out he was the one she had that blissful one night stand with? Will she fall in love with him after being betrayed? Will she be able to get her revenge on those that betrayed her? Find out in this amazing book "Contracted After Being Betrayed"/0/83088/coverorgin.jpg?v=aebf03b9ae3acae80a74853361b9011f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
When Love Was A Lie
I had waited three long years for Dr. Ethan Walker, my brilliant cardiac surgeon fiancé, to return from his selfless medical program in Appalachia. Our lavish engagement party was tomorrow; I dreamed of our beautiful future. Then, his voice cut through the quiet. Low and cold, he confessed his "Appalachian mission" was a lie-he was with Vanessa, and their nearly three-year-old daughter, Lily. He was marrying me solely for my family's connections and a guaranteed directorship. The man I loved and trusted had played me for a fool. When Vanessa later brazenly brought Lily to our home, the child wore my antique locket-my sacred vow to Ethan-around her neck. I watched them intimately, confirming my worst fears. The next morning, Vanessa brutally framed me for poisoning Lily. Ethan, without hesitation, abandoned me amidst screams as I fell and injured my back. The pain of his betrayal, the public humiliation, and his utter contempt for me were suffocating. How could the man I loved so deeply manipulate me, then cruelly cast me aside for a lie? Was our entire relationship a calculated pretense? Crumpled on the floor, my only thought was escape. I called my sister. "Is the offer from the Vance family still open?" I choked out, desperation hardening my voice. "The one for Julian Vance? The recluse? I will marry him."/0/86657/coverorgin.jpg?v=017aef2922e444b3cf93d47697e90496&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Betrayal: A Love Lost
I was Mark Thompson' s secret, his adoptive niece, and his hidden lover for three years. He took me in when I had nowhere else to go, becoming my protector and hero. Then, two pink lines on a pregnancy test changed everything. I went to tell him, hoping this baby would make our relationship real, only to overhear him on the phone, laughing. "A baby? With her? Are you crazy? I can't have some unwanted mutt ruining my life." My blood ran cold as I heard him, the man I loved, dismiss our unborn child as an "unwanted mutt," and me as "just a kid," "a fling." My phone shattered on the floor, mirroring my heart. Later, his ex, Sarah Jenkins-the "white whale" he never got over-buzzed his phone. I heard her laughter in the background as he canceled our dinner for her. The dream turned into a nightmare. Days later, Mark took Sarah' s side after she maliciously posted private photos of me online and then lied, claiming I was crazy. He didn't ask for my side of the story. He just saw her tears and shattered phone and immediately took her side. "You have caused nothing but trouble since she came back," he snarled, and then the man who promised to protect me slapped me. I fell, clutching my stomach, screaming his name as I saw the blood. But a cold, unfeeling Mark just looked at me. "Stop it, Olivia," he said, his voice laced with disgust. "The drama is over. I'm not falling for it." Then, he left me bleeding on the floor, driving off with Sarah as I lost our baby. How could he? How could the man who raised me, the man I loved, turn into a monster who chose his ex-girlfriend's lies over my suffering? How could he dismiss me, hit me, and abandon me when I was losing our child? What kind of love was this? What was wrong with me for believing in him? I would not let him soothe me this time. There would be no more tears, no more begging. I would take my shattered pieces, walk away, and build a life where I was finally free./0/45452/coverorgin.jpg?v=ef67f1df0f285559700d69b496729812&imageMogr2/format/webp)
In Your Memories
I walk to get to the office. When I got to the right floor, I hurried to my table. "Kimberly Mae Villafuerte, you're late again" Mam Chynthia raised her eyebrows while looking at me "I'm so sorry mam" I scratched my head "You know, if you weren't an efficient secretary, I would have fired you," he said laughing My smile widened because of what he said. "Why are you so patient here at our company. You have the most successful company hija" "Mam, I told you I want to stand and be successful on my own without using my parent's nor my brother's names" "That's what I want from you. You are really so sure of what you want in life" he patted my shoulder. "By the way, my son will be coming today. He'll take over now the company. So, he will be your new boss. Be nice to him, okay? And please bare with him when he's rude but knowing you? I know I won't fold you there" he said laughing. "No worries mam. I'll handle him" I went to my table and arranged my new boss's schedule. I never met the son of Mam Cynthia because he said he stayed in the US for several years. I was busy fixing my table when I noticed that my ring was missing. Sh*t! It's all gone, don't do that! I hastily looked back at everything I went through. Kim, you are so careless! I started crying because I couldn't find the ring. I was outside the building when something suddenly flashed. My eyes widened and I smiled when I saw that. I ran towards the ring but my smile disappeared when I saw someone step on it. Oh ha! Don't step on that, you'll hit me! My eyebrows met as I looked at the man who stepped on my ring but I was stunned when I recognized the man in front of me now. Suddenly, my chest started to tremble and my whole body went cold. I don't understand what I want to do. I don't know how to cry. The emotions I feel are mixed. Until I found myself making my way towards the man standing. I felt my tears fall. I stood in front of him but he just stared at me. It rolled its eyes all over my face but it didn't react. I was not able to contain myself. I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her very tightly. I quietly sobbed while hugging it. I stopped when he spoke. "Excuse me miss, do I know you?" I looked up at him. Its eyebrows meet. "It's me Damon, Kim" I asked in surprise but he didn't give me any reaction. "I'm sorry but I don't know you" he said coldly. "Damon" I turned to a beautiful woman walking towards Damon. When the woman got close, Damon hugged her tightly and kissed her on the cheek. "I miss you, Kim" and he hugged the girl again. We agreed. I can not believe. It doesn't seem to recognize me. Damon walked with my namesake girl away from me. I was left standing outside the building. My tears flowed. He's okay. He's fine. For 8 years, I waited for him to come back because he said he would come back to me but why did he act differently? It's like he's not the Damon I used to be. I sighed and picked up my ring that Damon had given me before. I looked at it and kissed it. This is the only thing he left me. I went up to the office with a heavy heart. "Hey, Kim, the new boss is here, Mam Cynthia has been looking for you for a while" I was brought back to reality because of what my co-worker said. I fixed myself and knocked on the office. I opened the door and it seemed like I wanted to close it again because Damon was there next to the girl with my name. I tried to smile at the people inside. "Oh, here's my most efficient secretary. Come here Kim" Mam Cynthia called me. "This is Damon and he will take over the company. So, starting now, he is your new boss" Mam Cynthia introduced me. I swallowed and looked at Damon who just looked straight at me. There was no emotion in his face or eyes. "Good morning sir" I greeted here. "Good morning" he said sparingly and turned to the woman next to him. I approached Mam Cynthia and whispered to her "Son, is he yours?" "Yes, hija. Why?" "No. I'll stay outside. Just call me when you need something" I politely said goodbye to them. I threw myself on the swivel chair. I turned it around while looking at the ring on my hand. "I can't be wrong. He's my Damon. He's the one. My heart beats like this only for him. I'm sure" I was able to sit when Mam Cynthia came out with the two. I gasped when they passed me. Damon didn't spare me a glance. I felt irritation and pain in my heart. I don't understand what is happening. I jumped out of the chair when Damon suddenly appeared in front of me. I swallowed before speaking. "Yes sir?" I'm nervous to ask here "May I have my schedule for this week" he asked formally I handed him his schedule and when I got it, he turned me away. But before entering he turned to me. "Another thing, do you have other names aside from Kim?" it asked "Why sir?" "My girlfriend's name is Kim. I don't want another Kim, so do you have any other name?" this is a serious question. I stopped and bowed. Girlfriend? The girl was his girlfriend earlier. My/0/84386/coverorgin.jpg?v=681e15e6ef310c121cb4df5cf84d6a2f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Toxic Love, My Masterpiece
For three years, my Nashville apartment was a vibrant storm of Jenny' s laughter and music, a shared dream with my girlfriend. But on our anniversary, the silence screamed louder than any note when her text popped up: "Jenny Smith has blocked you." It was Caleb, her narcissistic best friend, throwing another tantrum, and I was the sacrificial lamb again. I thought I knew the script-her swift unblock, the empty apologies, the constant cycle of her choosing him over me. Then, on my birthday, Jenny dropped to one knee, a beautiful Gibson guitar in her hand, proposing right in front of our entire social circle. Suddenly, Caleb' s shrill voice tore through the room from her phone, berating her for daring to get engaged without his "blessing." Without a second thought, she snatched the holy grail guitar back from my hands and declared, "The party's over!" leaving me humiliated and empty-handed. The next day, Caleb posted a video of him smashing a replica of that very guitar, calling it "trash," followed by Jenny gifting him a diamond-inlaid one, saying, "My girl knows who really matters." How could someone who claimed to love me treat me like collateral damage, over and over, all for the approval of a spoiled, vindictive man-child? I blocked them all, packed my battered guitar, and called Sylvia Hewitt, the legendary producer, ready for a new beginning./1/110342/coverorgin.jpg?v=94120594fff63b4e170a673a32cac2e2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Crowned in Flame and Shadow
In a kingdom ruled by shadow magic, elemental fire wielders were slaughtered decades ago after a devastating rebellion. Christabel is the last surviving Flamebound. Prince William is the heir to the throne that ordered her people's execution. When an ancient magic awakens one older than both flame and shadow they are forced into an alliance that neither of them wants. But their powers react when they touch. And prophecy whispers that only together can they save the kingdom... Or burn it down./0/37341/coverorgin.jpg?v=dbadfe8150377681ba1521cae9427531&imageMogr2/format/webp)
I Believe In Arranged Marriage
She has nothing neither her family loves her nor people like her, people always curse her for no reasons but still she always tries to be happy and make happy to others but always got failed. She never asks for anything from God because she always respects what God gives her, but the first time she asks something to God and he gives her the opposite thing instead of her wish. And her wish breaks her belief in arranged marriage. This story belongs to Aisha who always tries to be happy but is soon snatched by someone. Who? Let's find out./0/91524/coverorgin.jpg?v=fa019e45e8d61744d5bf7052d42fd2f7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The CEO's Secret Son and His Doctor Wife
My husband's secret life walked into my office on my first day as Chief Resident: a four-year-old boy with his father's eyes and a rare hereditary allergy that I knew all too well. Emilio, the man I married, the brilliant rival who swore he couldn't live without me, had another family. At his company's anniversary gala, his son publicly called me a bad woman trying to steal his daddy. When I took a step toward the child, Emilio shoved me to the ground to protect him. I hit my head, and as the life of our unborn child bled out of me, he walked away without a second glance. He never visited me in the hospital. He left me to deal with the loss of our baby alone. That's when I knew the man I loved was truly gone, and our five years of marriage had been a lie. His mistress tried to finish the job, pushing me off a cliff into the sea. But I survived. And as the world mourned the death of Elana Thomas, I boarded a plane to Zurich, ready to begin my new life./0/50319/coverorgin.jpg?v=12c48180c832f28b1277ff401f48cb84&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Babygirl
Set in the Bronx, BABYGIRL is a bitter-sweet drama about teenager Lena who, since she can remember, has watched her mom Lucy squander her life on a series of deadbeat men. When Victor, her mom's latest boy toy, starts hitting on her Lena sets up an elaborate honey-trap, hoping to show her mom what a scumbag the guy really is. But the plan backfires. Trapped in a twisted love-triangle between Victor and her mom, Lena finally realizes that the only way out is to stand up and finally confront some difficult home truths./0/85684/coverorgin.jpg?v=197ce1e5f24f09a6d294b160298338b0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Worthless No More: A Mother's Triumph
The stale coffee and expensive cologne was a mix I knew all too well-my boyfriend, Mark, was in a good mood, which always meant he wanted something from me. I was deep in the code of my indie game, my passion project, a world that was entirely mine. Then he dropped the bombshell: a "strategic networking event" with his "business visionary" childhood friend, Brittany, whom he clearly admired far more than me. My heart sank as he waved away my concerns about overdue rent and bills-money I' d given him to pay. Not for the first time, he dismissed my "pixels and stories" as not "real business," just as he had dismissed every cent I' d poured into his failing startup. The true blow landed when he sneered, "It's no wonder you can't even do the one thing a woman is supposed to do right. You can't even get pregnant. What good are you?" After a year of desperate hopes and private pain, his words cut me to my core. He was right there, dismissing my worth in the most cruel way imaginable, while spending my earnings to impress someone else. In that moment, everything shifted. I watched him walk out, slamming the door, demanding I leave my apartment-the one I paid for. I was broken, homeless, and worthless, just as he said. But as I looked across the courtyard at my quiet neighbor, Liam' s, light, a flicker of defiance sparked. I had nowhere else to go, but I knew I couldn't stay. That night, I knocked on a stranger's door, ready to reclaim my life, piece by painful piece./0/80493/coverorgin.jpg?v=ecfe867f3810efaf111fce0c3074b962&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Heiress They Underestimated
I am Avelia Sterling, the sole heir to Sterling Media. Yet, whispers followed me everywhere: a woman couldn't lead, I needed one of the three "candidates" my father picked. For years, I foolishly held a secret hope for Ethan Clark, trying to earn his attention. Then, I overheard him on his knees, his voice thick with emotion—not for me, but for Bella White, our housekeeper’s daughter. He vowed to marry her once he gained control of Sterling Media, calling his arrangement with me a mere "charade" to repay my father. My entire world crumbled, replaced by a bitter reality. Bella, the innocent victim, exploited every opportunity to frame me, from a broken keychain to a shattered family heirloom. Ethan, Noah, and Lucas, my intended protectors, always circled her, ready to condemn me, even when I found my own birthday gift, the state-of-the-art Starbright Arts Center, had been used by them to promote *her* "art." Why did they always believe her crocodile tears? How could they be so blind, so eager to paint me as the villain while she systematically undermined me? The injustice was a suffocating weight. At my birthday gala, it all culminated: Bella, feigning injury, screamed I’d sent thugs after her. Noah, in a fit of rage, struck me across the face. Then, Ethan, with infuriating martyrdom, offered to marry me—not out of love, but "to control" me and "protect Bella." My heart, already a stone, hardened further. Through the stinging pain, I met his gaze. "That won't be necessary, Ethan," I said, my voice cutting through the silent ballroom. "I'm already engaged." Just then, the grand doors swung open, and the man they called "the cripple" wheeled in./0/23390/coverorgin.jpg?v=f520725652f4eafe9d4dc0201ba2d488&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Marine Under Siege
What makes a hero? They say a hero is someone that has given his life to something bigger than himself. I say a hero is no braver than an ordinary man, he is just braver for five minutes longer. All soldiers are brave, it's what they do with their bravery that makes them heroes. Am I a hero? I am a soldier that put my life on the line to save my squad. It is my job, doing my job should not make me a hero. Clayton Jackson is a First Lieutenant in the Marine Corps. He joined the Marines at the tender age of eighteen and has never dreamt of doing anything else. After a fateful accident during deployment, Clayton becomes disabled and gets his ticket back home. Isabella Jones, previously married to a Marine, runs away to the town where Clayton lives to get away from her past. Clayton and Isabella meet one day as they both seek the comfort of the outdoors to clear their heads. The connection is immediate, and their relationship is off to a quick start. When Clayton gets the opportunity to return to the Marine Corps, Isabella is left to decide if she will go with him or stay behind. Will Clayton become the ultimate soldier, and will he have Isabella by his side?/0/84062/coverorgin.jpg?v=175d0fe48b142121788382d691e4d08c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Con Called Love: His Wife's Betrayal
The phone call came while I was at a teachers' conference, Gabby's best friend on the line, voice tight with fake concern. "Ethan, you need to come home. Gabby had to have emergency surgery. A ruptured appendix." I raced back through a brutal storm, only to find her hospital room filled with laughing friends. Gabby, groggy from anesthesia, smiled and said, "I need him. I can't sleep without him." A wave of relief washed over me, but then her eyes focused, and the warmth vanished. "Get away from me!" she screamed, recoiling. "You're not my husband! My husband is Caleb!" The room went silent, her friends avoiding my gaze, and in that sickening moment, I knew they all knew. She mumbled for Caleb, praising his "six-pack" that helped her sleep, then her eyes locked on mine one last time. "Pushover." Then he walked in, Caleb, and Gabby kissed him deeply, passionately, right in front of me, shattering my entire world. But the ultimate betrayal wasn't the kiss, it was the chilling discovery weeks later: my wife, pregnant, caressing her belly with her lover, laughing as she called me a "pushover" and planned to string me along for her empire's financial gain. My life, my love, our history-all a lie, a calculated con. The ice formed in my veins when I realized I was just her conveniently duped ATM. It was then, in that moment of absolute revulsion, that I knew I couldn't just walk away; I had to meticulously plan her downfall./0/81142/coverorgin.jpg?v=bdb3b95f85fbf22d7b7226ea7c7a9723&imageMogr2/format/webp)
