Romance Books for Women
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Woke Up A Stranger, Found My Love
I woke up in a hospital, my past a blank beyond my 18th year. The doctor said I was 27, even a talented architect, and married. But the woman they introduced as my wife, Sophia, was a cold, stunning stranger. She looked at me with thinly veiled contempt. She spoke of my nine lost years as a descent into breakdowns and "pathetic" dependence. My supposed best friend, Ethan Vance, was her true confidante, a smirking rival. Disgust curdled in my gut. This wasn't me. My 18-year-old self, full of ambition and drive, recoiled from this emasculated shadow of a man they described. How could I have become a "kept man," constantly ridiculed, chasing the approval of an ice queen? The humiliation was palpable, preserved in flashed cameras and casual insults. But this amnesia, this blank slate, felt like a gift. It stripped away the years of self-erasure, leaving behind only the core of who I was. And that core wanted nothing to do with this suffocating, demeaning life. "I want a divorce," I told her, my voice surprisingly firm. "The me I know wouldn't be married to someone who calls him pathetic." This was no act, no episode. This was me, fighting to reclaim a life I didn't remember. A life free from the woman who claimed to be my wife and the rival who wanted me utterly destroyed. Little did I know, the fight for my true identity would lead to a bloody confrontation and a shocking revelation that would change everything./0/88280/coverorgin.jpg?v=936c027ef904b9835c4fb1251c988428&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Contract Marriage With The Mafia: Worship Series
Having a contract marriage with the ruthless and most deadly mafia ace, Nathaniel Alroy, was going to be Zariah Ezekiel's biggest mistake. She, who was known as the 'human killing machine', could have done anything for him, she was blind for him, she knew he was her only weakness. In fact, according to Zariah- 'Fuck my leadership, responsibilities, expectations, all I want was him to be mine. All mine.' And he took advantage of it, he used it. He started their marriage by dominating her, restricting her life to his commands so she could become his 'doll'. Because according to Nathaniel- 'She will dance around fingers like a puppet and then... I will crush her like a delicate rose.' Both of them have contrary perspectives about each other, their marriage was useless, a show for the underworld. Both of them had their own hidden, dark, intentions in which the mention of sincerity was absent. Discard their feelings, their purpose was their priority which was- Another's defeat. Can Zariah revive the man she once lost?/0/21768/coverorgin.jpg?v=fa7beb92ef6344fcd2e58e1d863309c3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Fated to meet again
It was a contracted marriage at first but as time goes on, they fell in love with each other. Beatrice Alexander got into a contract marriage with Brandon Emerson, the son of a millionaire. Both of them didn't like each other because it was a contracted marriage but something happened and that was when they realised they love each other. Brandon suggested to start afresh and they did, they lived as a happy couple. Beatrice was framed for a crime she knew nothing about, Brandon divorced her because of it and her family suddenly despised her, she had no other choice than to accept fate. Beatrice left France for London and when she got to London, she found out that she was pregnant, she started working as a waitress to gather up some money for she and her unborn child. At work, she went to the VIP section to take others and was surprised to see Brandon, she happily told him about their baby but he ignored and didn't believe her. She again accepted it as fate, she gave birth to a baby girl and took care of her with the little she had. Five years later, after giving birth, she returned to France. This time around, not as the Beatrice living Brandon, but as a powerful business woman and a caring mother. Will the truth ever be known? Why was she framed?/0/83089/coverorgin.jpg?v=2e5b168acf3e710ba4b0a04872f311bd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Fiance's Betrayal, Her Brother's Sword
Jack Miller, my big brother and the powerful head of Miller Corp, was presenting university scholarships, a yearly family tradition. He made a simple comment to a young student, Sarah Vance, noting she shared my exact birthday – same day, month, year, even the hour. It was a throwaway line, but for Sarah, it became a spark, igniting a terrifying delusion. In my first life, that delusion grew into a monstrous lie: she convinced herself she was the true Miller heiress, inexplicably switched at birth. That monstrous lie led directly to my murder. I can still feel the damp chill of the abandoned warehouse, Sarah's eyes blazing with feverish triumph, the faces of the two hired thugs, Spike and Knuckles. But nothing cut deeper than seeing Ethan Hayes, my own fiancé, standing by, watching it all unfold. "She deserves it," Ethan had said, his voice devoid of emotion. "For everything she took from you, Sarah." The utter betrayal was a punch to the gut. Liam Hayes, Ethan' s gentle cousin, tried to intervene, but they easily overpowered him. Then, the dark, churning water of the river enveloped my head, Liam struggling beside me before falling still himself. How could this happen? How could I be killed for a fictional claim, abandoned by the man I loved? Darkness. Until now. I jolted awake, gasping, my eyes snapping open to the familiar, faded floral wallpaper. It was the same dusty smell, the exact same day. The day of the kidnapping. I was back. Reborn. My heart hammered, a frantic drum against my ribs. This second chance wouldn't be wasted. I wouldn't be their victim again. This time, I would fight back./0/86658/coverorgin.jpg?v=07d0313020cba3b4234d476961c9d9c5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Second Chance at Vengeance
The last thing I remembered was the cold, my body broken, kneeling in the snow at Chloe Davis' s memorial. I was Olivia Reynolds, a tech heiress who gave everything for Julian Thorne, only for him to shatter my soul. He built a digital shrine to his "dead" ex-girlfriend in our home, forcing me to chant repentance for sins I didn' t commit, mourning a woman whose supposed death catalyzed his public transformation into a guru. This relentless torment led to my miscarriage, the loss of our unborn child, and ultimately, my own lonely death. Then, I opened my eyes. I was back in the bridal suite of the Grand Astoria Hotel, on my wedding day, the scent of gardenias filling the air. The day it all began, again. Julian walked in, his charming smile now turning my stomach. "Olivia, my love," he said, "I need to talk to you about Chloe." He spun the same manipulative tale from my past life, claiming Chloe was leaving the country forever and he needed to see her "one last time" for "our future." He called it a sacrifice we had to make, together. The same sacrifice that had made me the lamb on his altar before. I remembered his cruelty, my empty crib, my parents' grief, Ethan' s vacant eyes after Julian destroyed his life. He had been reborn too, and knew. But this time, I wouldn't be so foolish. I wouldn't cry or beg. I would give Julian exactly what he thought he wanted: my blessing to go./0/67840/coverorgin.jpg?v=e40336de5c7724eec95155b61fee17a3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Seduced by the Night
"Just one night?" I questioned, slowly bringing my gaze back up to his. "Just one night," he reiterated. I took a deep breath. "If I do this, then you have to promise me that one night will be enough." "Dove, you know I can't make that promise." He closed the distance between us, reaching up to caress my cheek. "And neither can you." ******************************************************************** Harlynn Murphy is a 23 year old Escort. Under the alias Dove, everyone knows who she is in the Escort world. But outside of her occupation, she's just Harlynn- a woman simply trying to pay her rent on time and be the best mama she can be to her fur baby Bolt. 23 year old Mason has always believed in living life to the fullest. Especially when it comes to women. Never having had an issue in the women department, Mason is shocked when he can't find a date for his older brother's wedding. So, as a last-minute resort, he decides to hire an Escort. What happens when their business relationship turns into a friend with benefits? Will the two be able to keep from falling for each other?/0/84387/coverorgin.jpg?v=e8e4ec1c8136021b151faeea3d558764&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Woman Who Saved Him Twice
The poison in my veins had two years left, just like me. Two years I' d spent trapped in a gilded cage by Ethan Lester, the man I once loved. He believed I betrayed him, orchestrated his family' s slaughter, a lie I carried to protect him from a truth that would have led him to self-destruction. I endured his hatred, the scars, the daily degradations, all while my life slowly ebbed away. Then came the night Sabrina, his new woman, a viper wearing a sweetheart's smile, orchestrated the unspeakable. She lured my little brother, Andrew, the only innocent left in my world, to the compound. She planned to drain his blood for a twisted art project. I found him, strapped down, and I screamed for her to take me instead. But Ethan, blind with rage and manipulated by Sabrina' s lies, saw my reaction as defiance. He threatened Andrew, trying to extract a "confession" from me. My truth would kill him; my silence guaranteed my brother's fate. He offered me everything I' d ever wanted – a future, marriage – if I just confessed. I couldn't. Sabrina, with a subtle push, guided his hand, and the blade sliced across Andrew' s throat right before my eyes. My world shattered as I watched him die, Ethan' s hand, bloodied, still on the knife. As I lay dying beside my brother's cooling body, my last words shattered Ethan' s delusions, revealing the true traitors. Now that it' s all over, all I want to know is: Can a man who destroyed everything he claimed to love ever atone for the irreparable damage he caused?/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?/0/94445/coverorgin.jpg?v=fc29c3de7f27d40d4b15fa40280e2a8e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Arranged Marriage To The Billionaire Heir
Elena never planned on marrying a stranger, especially not someone engaged to her sister. But when her sister disappears days before the wedding, Elena is forced into an arrangement she never agreed to, with a man she knew nothing about. Nathaniel Sinclair, billionaire heir with his dreamy looks and charming attitude is just as unenthusiastic about the situation as she is. Their marriage begins with distance, awkward silences and the quiet understanding that neither of them asked for this. But as days turn into weeks and forced proximity becomes a regular thing, Elena starts to wonder: what happens when two people trapped in an arrangement begin to fall for each other? It was never meant to be love. But love has a way of rewriting the rules./0/19822/coverorgin.jpg?v=56169e4331fd318a2a1b3c73ebc34806&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Give Me A Second Chance
Riya and Kayish were madly in love, so deeply that everyone believed that they would end up in a happy married life. That's how he loved her. He was very possessive of his property, especially when it comes to his girl. On the other hand, Riya was blindly in love with him. She left her parents because of him, she found her happiness within him and was ready to start a new life but an unexpected tragedy happened in their life that no one could have ever predicted. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ She had a good news for him. She was so happy. After all those things that she has been through, finally, their family will be complete. She already waited a whole day and she now she just couldn't wait to share her happiness with him. But just as she was about to tell him, he broke her fragile heart into million pieces and left her saying it was all just a drama he played with her all along; The marriage which she preached was just another key to win her trust and to fulfill his vengeance. He dumped her that day without knowing that he left a piece of him growing inside her. Does he get the chance to know about his child? What will happen when these two cross their paths in the future? Will they let go off their revenge and ego and hatred to get back their love? Or will it be too late for him to realise his mistake? Read to find out what happens. ; )/0/80494/coverorgin.jpg?v=de255410586927a01ba088388419a0b2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Dull Wife's Masterpiece
At 35, architect Emily was on top of the world. Her firm just won a major contract for a downtown skyscraper, and she was celebrating a successful career, building dreams one blueprint at a time. Then came the text. Not for her, but for her husband Ethan. It flashed on his iPad: "My Little Muse. Is the show over? I bought you your favorite vinyl." Show? He was rehearsing. A chilling comment from her best friend echoed: Ethan had said Emily was "dull," like "a book he’d read too many times." Her trembling hands unlocked his devices. What she found was a sick tapestry of lies: cutesy messages, secretive Venmo payments to a "Sophia M.," and social media posts flaunting his custom guitar pick and even his vintage watch. The dashcam footage confirmed it all—intimate kisses with a very young "Little Muse" while he was supposedly "rehearsing." This wasn't just a fling; it was a brazen, calculated betrayal, a sickening echo of his "dull" remark. Every shared memory twisted into a lie. Had their entire life together been a farce? How could the man she loved debase her so utterly, all for a cheap thrill? When Ethan announced a "band tour" that was actually a luxurious Miami getaway with his mistress, a cold rage set in. He thought she was numb, easily discarded? He was about to learn that an architect could build more than skyscrapers—she could construct the perfect downfall, ready to serve him a dose of reality he’d never forget./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./0/18525/coverorgin.jpg?v=beeca048f849ae781defec82c64805ad&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Interminable Love For You
He loves her, adores her, and gives her everything that she could ever hope for. Everything is too good to be true for Euralia, only to find out that he has a purpose for this kind of treatment--he wants to own every fiber of her being. Not wanting to belong to anyone, she felt embarrassment cripple her identity. The choking feeling of being controlled by someone made her rebel against him. Thus, the tug-of-war began. He chased her, she fled! He controlled and oppressed her, she fought back and rebelled! He chased after her and spent every last bit of everything he had, just so she could finally see his worth. Would they find anything in common? Will they work it out?![All For You, Daddy [Forbidden Desires Sensual Collection]](https://cos-enres.cdreader.com/site-322(new)/0/56810/coverorgin.jpg?v=ecd9d0f52364ade9640b61f5cd3f05ba&imageMogr2/format/webp)
All For You, Daddy [Forbidden Desires Sensual Collection]
Warning: 18+ only. Featuring hardcore taboo and age-gap erotica. This is an erotic boxset containing yet another twelve stories of irresistible steam, steam, fun, and naughty stories. If you're not up to eighteen, this book is not for you. Get ready to be intrigued. To feel. To...burn. --------- "You think I'm a softie?" My voice is deceptively gentle when the rest of me is so hard. "Do you know why I pulled over?" "Why?" she says, seeming to hold her breath. Don't you dare. She's innocent. I say the words, anyway, however. I want to drive her away. Now. She caught me with my walls down and that is the ultimate invasion, made worse because I crave it happening again. "I pulled over because I know tight pussy when I see it." I frame her jaw with my right hand, tilting her blushing face up toward mine. "I'd like to fuck you on all fours, right here in the middle of the road, little girl. Rough as you can stand. Still think I'm a softie?" "No," she gasps, the green of her eyes deepening to a forest shade. "I don't." I ignore the regret stabbing me in the neck. "Good."/0/63299/coverorgin.jpg?v=914c92e44e086ac6fa9b9d4f15983829&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Psychopathic love
"We shouldn't be doing this" "I'll be the one calling the shots honey, bend over." Kiara has never been one to mess around. Being the daughter of the CEO of Lux Empire, she has it all. But, she works hard, lives a silent life, and gets by happily. When Luca Ettore, her father's best friend, slips into it, she isn't sure how to go about it. The sexual tension is undeniable, and the way he makes her feel is illicit. It's a mess, a whirlwind of love and pain, tears and shocking revelations as they travel through a timeline of their own. Will their love rise above societal expectations? Or will it all come crashing down?/0/48050/coverorgin.jpg?v=fad292dfbf73368cf701e93f00d8b5c6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
She's The Elegant Pretender
Hailey really admire Eros but he rejected her. Eros said that he only dated her if she became the Coolest girl in the Campus. Hailey burst in to tears and immediately Think a way to get Eros heart. On the next day, She called her Twin Sister Calli and ask for help but callista refuse. Hailey get disappointed on her twin Sister so she decided to follow her at the Club. She saw Calli Drinking and Smoking at the bar. Hailey secretly took a picture of Calli. The next day Calli go for a race without knowing Hailey following her. Hailey record her sister while racing using her Speed Red Sports car. Hailey feel so Amaze at her sister Calli and she finds her very Cool. On the third day, Hailey tell Calli everything including her secret footage and pictures while drinking alcohol, illegal racing and Smoking. She use that to block mail her sister Calli so she could agree to her favor. Calli gets pissed off but she have no other choice. She doesn't want her parents know about her behavior. She Scared they might Confiscate her Car and Cut off all her credit cards. On the end of the day Hailey won and Calli agreed to pretend as Hailey and make Eros fall in love with her./0/32152/coverorgin.jpg?v=54cf714f51bd94a6e0b46e1f753c4ece&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Inexplicable Feelings
Evelyn Sawyer, Loves him; Adrian Bayford as long as she can remember. She grew up with those intense affectionate feelings for him and he didn't think about her feelings and rejected her. But no matter how broken she was, she never showed how much his rejection hurt her. Little do she know that fate had decided test her. In an unpredictable turns of event, She was forced to face something she never imagined, marrying the brother of the person who broke her heart; Lawrence Bayford. The man with a heart of gold and pure affection, A Prince Charming but with a glint of anger issues. But, will she accept Lawrence? How will he react after knowing his wife, loved none other than his own brother? What will happen now? Living in the same house as her lifetime love as his Sister-In-Law. Will her marriage work? Will she ever be able to love her husband?/0/26312/coverorgin.jpg?v=532d6e42aca53e67b32d940ba61ec8d6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Perfect Assistant
And the only times when I do happen to misbehave, it's for a perfectly legit reason. On reflex I shrink away from her when she comes close to me, reaching out a hand. "It's ok sweetheart, come here, I'm not going to hurt you, it's lunch time." She says in her usual calming tone. The word is that this woman is the best there is, to get mute kids to talk, fix their problems, and things like that. That she was the best in the country, world even. Also that she's fixed every kid/adult/teenager that's come her way. Except for me. She was just hired a week ago, because of me, and she keeps trying to make me come out of my room, and a few times she almost used force. As you can probably already tell, I don't talk. A lot of people have been hired to try to help me, with all my problems, but none of them work. I guess I'm permanently broken. Giving the lady a glare, I stand up on my own and move towards the door. People know I don't like physical contact. Actually, I despise it. I'll go crazy if someone touches me, I'll totally flip out. Just one of the reasons why they're keeping me here in this place./0/80495/coverorgin.jpg?v=29e5dfcea274ceed45405d91e13c3cca&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Betrayal, Her Empire
For seven years, I poured my passion, my dreams, and every spare cent into our future, believing Jackson and I were building something real. Then, his engagement party to socialite Blair Kennedy became front-page news, exposing the truth about the "sentimental" cubic zirconia ring he’d given me. The ultimate betrayal struck when my beloved grandmother, my only family, desperately needed a $100,000 surgery, and Jackson, the man I trusted with my life savings, coldly refused to release a dime of *my* money. "Old people get sick," he scoffed, before having me forcibly removed from a fancy restaurant, publicly shaming me as a gold-digger. He meticulously drained my hard-earned savings, funnelling it into Blair’s lavish diamond, while forcing me to sign IOUs for groceries and calling it “financial discipline.” My grandmother died shortly after, her fragile heart unable to bear the shock of his engagement news. How could the man I loved for seven years, who built his very future on *my* sacrifices, dismiss my grandmother’s life with such casual cruelty? The sheer audacity of his calculated lies, his emotional and financial manipulation, left me shattered, broken, yet ignited a cold, hard fury. But I am Emily, a baker, and I decided their game was irrevocably over. I wasn't just leaving; I was rebuilding a new life a thousand miles away, ready to rise, a sweet empire of defiance forged from the ashes of his betrayal./0/23392/coverorgin.jpg?v=37354b4a96067741d4eb394275336699&imageMogr2/format/webp)
