Romance Books for Women
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Her Revenge, His Undying Love
My fiancé, Liam, told me to sign a document to save his family's company. It was a false confession, pinning a hundred-million-dollar mistake on me. A mistake his childhood sweetheart, Chloe, had made. When I refused, he showed me a live feed of my mother in her hospital bed. Her life-saving cancer treatment was funded by his family. He smiled, his thumb hovering over an icon on his phone. "One call, Ava. The funding stops. Her treatment is over." Later, after I signed, he locked me in a lab that caught fire. He thought I was trying to sabotage Chloe. As I pounded on the door, choking on smoke, he stood on the other side, comforting a perfectly fine Chloe. He looked at me, trapped and burning, and shouted, "This is your own damn fault. I'm disappointed in you, Ava." He left me to die. But I survived. When I woke up in the hospital, I made a single call to my hacker contact. My message was one word: "Execute."/0/85014/coverorgin.jpg?v=f79de569af4966fdbfd3f43dccf5c584&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Unloved Wife, Unstoppable Woman
The twisted metal was the last thing I remembered before darkness took over. When I woke, the hospital air hung heavy with antiseptic, and my body screamed with fresh injuries. My first thought was of Mark, my husband, the man I' d sacrificed my brilliant career for. My phone, cracked but miraculously working, trembled in my hand as I called his number, a number I knew better than my own. It rang. And rang. Then, voicemail. Panic clawed at my drug-induced calm. He always answered. An hour later. Voicemail. Again? Voicemail. My last hope was our son, Liam, glued to his phone. "Liam, honey, it' s Mom. I can' t reach your father. Can you please tell him I' m in the hospital? I was in a car accident." His voice was cold, impatient. "What?" Then, the sickening scoff. "A car accident? Is that your new strategy to get Dad' s attention? He' s busy, Mom. He' s with Chloe, closing a big deal. He doesn' t have time for your drama." Chloe. The name hit me harder than the car had. "Liam, I' m not lying. I' m at City General. I' m hurt." "Whatever," he drawled, bored. "Stop calling and bothering us. You' re just embarrassing yourself." The click echoed in the sterile room. A notification flashed on my cracked screen: You have been blocked by this number. The phone slipped from my numb fingers, clattering to the floor. The physical pain was nothing compared to the shattering agony in my heart. Betrayed by my husband, abandoned by my son. In that moment something inside me broke. But something else, hard and resolute, began to form./0/94017/coverorgin.jpg?v=73b16660ca9731ad48cdf12245e24c07&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Fiancé Married Me To My Rival
At my best friend's birthday party, I drank tainted wine and passed out. When I woke up, I heard the doctor say it could cause severe nerve damage. I teased my fiancé Cayden Hewitt, asking who I was and where I was. He hesitated, staring at me, then called my rival Liam Hewitt. "You're Julia. He's your fiancé. You're getting married soon." I froze, thinking he was joking too. My best friend, Vivian Green, slipped her arm through Cayden's, looking every bit like a couple in love. Eventually, I was about to marry Liam. But Cayden, with eyes red from emotion, stood in front of the car to stop it, pleading, "Julia, don't marry him. I've realized I can't let you go."/1/127351/coverorgin.jpg?v=4af5c3747d4f0348b6afe628fb6f195f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Three Years Wrong: I Walked Away
I pushed open the door and stepped into the dimly lit karaoke room. Marlee Scott's legs were casually draped across my fiance Julian Lohan's lap. She had a lollipop between her lips, and a silver anklet with tiny bells hung around her ankle. As her foot swayed back and forth to the deafening bass, the bells chimed crisply. When she saw me walk in, she not only did not move her legs away, but also smiled and winked at me. "Oops, Teresa, you won't mind this, will you? I have always been a carefree person, kind of like one of the guys. There is really nothing between Julian and me. He has always treated me as a friend." Julian was lounging on the leather sofa, a glass of whiskey in one hand and his other hand resting naturally beside her slender ankle. He glanced up at me but did not move. The teasing catcalls around us were abruptly gone. In Metropola, everyone in our social circle knew that I, Teresa Mendez, had a terrible temper, thought highly of myself, and could not tolerate even the slightest offense. I had been born with an exceptionally beautiful face. I was cold yet stunning. Even standing there expressionlessly under the dim lights, I was aggressively beautiful. My personality was indeed unpleasant, but my looks made up for it. At least that was why Julian had been chasing after me for four years. Back then, he had been so captivated by my cold but pretty face that he could even risk his life for me./0/68842/coverorgin.jpg?v=09ffadd5209ffa4b948a44f63098d042&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Spending Christmas with Mr arrogant
I never believed I'd be the girl navigating feelings for two men but here am I. Nora's life unravels after her boyfriend's betrayal, but a chance encounter with a stoic stranger, Liam, on a turbulent flight sparks an undeniable connection. She walks away thinking to never see him again, but a booking mixup at a resort brings them back together allowing their shared passion to ignite. Yet, with past heartaches holding them back, their future seems uncertain. Back home, as the days unfold, Nora tries to rebuild her life with a charming man who seems perfect for her. As Nora navigates her feelings and confronts her fears, she must choose between the life she imagined and the love she never saw coming./0/79706/coverorgin.jpg?v=7fcdb2742e7d162b59067f178138a694&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Fiancee Who Came Back From the Dead
I was Elara Vance, a Juilliard violinist living my dream, with a scholarship and the loving support of my charming boyfriend, Julian Thorne. When he urgently needed my O-negative blood after a supposed sailing accident, I rushed to give it, only to find him perfectly healthy days later, laughing with friends, my half-empty blood bag casually discarded. My "loving Julian" was a monster, boasting about his "masterpieces of revenge" – a cold, cruel game he orchestrated for his jealous friend Seraphina. He'd sabotaged my career, fed me sugar pills after a staged pool accident, framed me for shoplifting, and even publicly humiliated me while declaring his love for another woman. Then, I overheard his final plan: to set fire to my guesthouse during our "romantic getaway", trapping me in his apartment like a prisoner. His every affectionate word, every grand gesture, was a lie designed to break me, turning my love into a searing humiliation and soul-deep betrayal. But I wouldn't be his victim. I fabricated my own fiery demise and escaped to London, reinventing myself as "Nightingale," a celebrated violinist. When Julian, consumed by a disturbing obsession, dragged me back to New York, announcing our forced marriage, I knew the lavish wedding would be the perfect stage for my ultimate counterattack./0/58453/coverorgin.jpg?v=1a0401ec8ff8dfef02ad87df8df0cbec&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Rebirth: Redefining My Fate
In the previous life, I was framed for cheating in the college entrance examination and was banned from taking the exam for three years. My future was completely ruined. My twin sister, on the other hand, successfully got into the USC School of Cinematic Arts and became a top female star in the entertainment industry, while I worked in a factory screwing screws. After work, I was robbed and killed in the outskirts with no one to claim my body. After being reborn, I kept my sister's admission ticket. I reported the human traffickers' parents to the police./0/61150/coverorgin.jpg?v=3473c94e2a9273aac3e6026f2ea1b5c8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Divorcing My Aloof Husband
I was once a well-known feminist activist, but later I became a gold digger and a submissive wife. To earn money for Frank's medical treatment, I married Zachary and became a stepmother to his autistic son, Erik. Former friends criticized me for degrading myself and cut off contact with me. My life became very narrow; I spent my days meticulously caring for Erik and my nights accompanying Zachary through the ups and downs. In the fifth year of our marriage, Erik's biological mother returned. She was a wealthy heiress, a PhD from a prestigious university, stunningly beautiful, and had built a feminist persona on social media, amassing millions of followers. In comparison, I felt dull and uninteresting, and people found me repulsive. So, I decided to file for divorce./0/56177/coverorgin.jpg?v=fa03967db47e2051dd255c590a448471&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Fashion Designer
In a world where fairness should reign, injustice often holds sway. It's a place where the innocent suffer, where hard work doesn't always lead to success, and where privilege trumps merit. It's a world that can break hearts, crush dreams, and leave scars that never fully heal. Yet, amidst the darkness, there's still hope – hope for change, for empathy, and for a future where fairness isn't just a distant ideal, but a lived reality for all. But maybe that's not for me. After exchanging the rings I heaved a sigh of relief thinking that could be true, maybe there's truly hope somewhere. " You may now kiss the bride", the priest permitted. Every step he took towards me made me feel nervous, my heart pounding as fast as it could, and slowly he lifted my veil. I could bet I saw a smile for a second but it was immediately replaced with that of disgust on seeing me and he nearly puked. I thought this would be the beginning of dreams and not a nightmare but this would even be my worst nightmare. Wedding days are supposed to be the happiest days right? But that's not the case for me. Who said this world was ever fair? That was a big lie, if it is, to what extent?/0/19497/coverorgin.jpg?v=1a4fe272f620f4920568ce1cd5c3027a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Trap Of Ace
Seven years ago, Emerald Hutton had left her family and friends behind for high school in New York City, cradling her broken heart in her hands, to escape just only one person. Her brother's best friend, whom she loved from the day he'd saved her from bullies at the age of seven. Broken by the boy of her dreams and betrayed by her loved ones, Emerald had learned to bury the pieces of her heart in the deepest corner of her memories. Until seven years later, she has to come back to her hometown after finishing her college. The place where now the cold-hearted stone of a billionaire resides, whom her dead heart once used to beat for. Scarred by his past, Achilles Valencian had turned into the man everyone feared. The scorch of his life had filled his heart with bottomless darkness. And the only light that had kept him sane, was his Rosebud. A girl with freckles and turquoise eyes he'd adored all his life. His best friend's little sister. After years of distance, when the time has finally come to capture his light into his territory, Achilles Valencian will play his game. A game to claim what's his. Will Emerald be able to distinguish the flames of love and desire, and charms of the wave that had once flooded her to keep her heart safe? Or she will let the devil lure her into his trap? Because no one ever could escape from his games. He gets what he wants. And this game is called... The trap of Ace./0/87385/coverorgin.jpg?v=f21cb0e6a90478d717def969dd8df251&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Promise, Her Prison
The day I was released from prison, my fiancé, Don Ford, was waiting for me, promising our life would finally begin. Seven years ago, he and my parents begged me to take the fall for a crime my adopted sister, Kelsey, committed. She got behind the wheel drunk, hit someone, and fled the scene. They said Kelsey was too fragile for prison. They called my seven-year sentence a small sacrifice. But as soon as we arrived at the family mansion, Don’s phone rang. Kelsey was having another one of her “episodes,” and he left me standing alone in the grand foyer to rush to her side. The butler then informed me I was to stay in the dusty storage room on the third floor. My parents’ orders. They didn't want me upsetting Kelsey when she returned. It was always Kelsey. She was the reason they took my college scholarship fund, and she was the reason I lost seven years of my life. I was their biological daughter, but I was just a tool to be used and discarded. That night, alone in that cramped room, a cheap phone a prison guard gave me buzzed with an email. It was a job offer for a classified position I had applied for eight years ago. It came with a new identity and an immediate relocation package. A way out. I typed my reply with shaking fingers. "I accept."/0/18573/coverorgin.jpg?v=e9cae3b1eaf5cffe1176b3217f066c29&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Sweet Super Wife
Never in her wildest dreams did Nancy imagine she would wake up one day with superpowers. Having grown up wealthy and spoiled, she was used to a life of luxury. However, it all came crashing down when her family got into a car accident-- her father died immediately, but her mother suffered in the hospital. She lost her father, her riches, and she almost lost her life. Miraculously, she regained consciousness... with new superhuman abilities. Beating all the odds, she eventually established herself in the corporate world and became a corporate legend. There, she found love, winning the heart of Stefan-- the indifferent business tycoon of the city./1/130438/coverorgin.jpg?v=eaac8a6577f2718c69c7c4950f9d06d0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Divorced by Him, Claimed by the Biker King
Tessa thought she had it all-a loving husband, a beautiful life, and a gift for painting inherited from the mother she lost. She was wrong. Behind the walls of her perfect marriage, her stepmother and stepsister have been quietly stealing everything that belongs to her. Her paintings are passed off as her stepsister's. Her name is erased from her own work. And worst of all, her husband, Garrett, is helping them destroy her. Then Tessa catches Garrett in bed with the one woman she never expected to betray her. Her stepsister. With her marriage shattered and her family determined to take the last piece of her mother's legacy, Tessa runs-straight into the path of Zane Ashford. Billionaire. Criminal lawyer. Biker. And a man who has no interest in love. Zane has spent years fighting his own family for the fortune his mother left behind. Now, he finally has a chance to claim it-but there's one condition in his inheritance. He must be married. When Zane offers Tessa a deal, the arrangement seems perfect. He'll help her destroy Garrett, reclaim her stolen paintings, and expose the family that betrayed her. In return, Tessa will become his wife. It's supposed to be nothing more than a contract. But living under the same roof with a dangerously charming man makes keeping their hearts out of the agreement nearly impossible. As Tessa uncovers secrets surrounding her mother's legacy and Zane's family closes in, their convenient marriage begins to feel dangerously real. They entered the deal expecting to use each other. They never expected to fall in love. And when the truth finally comes to light, they'll have to decide whether their love is strong enough to survive the secrets that brought them together-or if their marriage was doomed from the beginning./0/89213/coverorgin.jpg?v=1375cc4c5197cf51d78622f1ae2dc330&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Five Years, One Devastating Lie
My husband was in the shower, the sound of water a familiar rhythm to our mornings. I was just placing a cup of coffee on his desk, a small ritual in our five years of what I thought was a perfect marriage. Then, an email notification flashed on his laptop: "You're invited to the Christening of Leo Thomas." Our last name. The sender: Hayden Cleveland, a social media influencer. An icy dread settled in. It was an invitation for his son, a son I didn't know existed. I went to the church, hidden in the shadows, and saw him holding a baby, a little boy with his dark hair and eyes. Hayden Cleveland, the mother, leaned on his shoulder, a picture of domestic bliss. They looked like a family. A perfect, happy family. My world crumbled. I remembered him refusing to have a baby with me, citing work pressure. All his business trips, the late nights-were they spent with them? The lie was so easy for him. How could I have been so blind? I called the Zurich Architectural Fellowship, a prestigious program I had deferred for him. "I' d like to accept the fellowship," I said, my voice eerily calm. "I can leave immediately."/0/85873/coverorgin.jpg?v=c9e9e8b5c12298eb2152b6bb30791cad&imageMogr2/format/webp)
This Time I Chose Him
The list lay on the polished mahogany table, four names, my future, dictated by my father. Just four heirs to the city' s most powerful families. The world expected me to choose Ethan Miller, the charming heir I had publicly chased for years. They thought they knew our story, the pathetic heiress hopelessly in love. They didn' t know the real story, the one that ended with the screech of tires and the crushing impact of metal. I remembered the joy of my wedding day, shattered a year later when he declared our marriage a sham, publicly embracing his assistant, Sophia, his supposed true love. Then Sophia vanished, and Ethan turned his grief into a weapon against me. He brought home a new woman with Sophia' s gentle eyes every week, forcing me to endure his cruel reminders. The last thing I remembered was his unfeeling face as paramedics pulled my broken body from the car wreckage – the brakes had failed. It was no accident. Six months ago, I woke up in my own bed, nineteen again, the cold truth a burning scar on my soul. My heart went cold, a familiar chill, as I looked at the list. I would not choose Ethan Miller. I would not walk that path again. My finger traced past his name, landing on Liam Thorne. He was quiet, often overlooked, but he was kind. This time, my definition of smart had changed. It was no longer about power or passion. It was about survival./0/82928/coverorgin.jpg?v=457830f83aefda8e342090ccd1a32de3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
When The Quiet Wife Roared
I was Sarah Miller, publicly humiliated and discarded by NFL star Ethan Vance on his draft day. Branded a gold digger, I vanished, rebuilding my life and secretly marrying billionaire philanthropist Alexander Sterling. Five years of quiet happiness passed. But fate, it seemed, had a cruel sense of humor. While on a simple errand, I unexpectedly collided with Ethan and his arrogant fiancée, my former intern. Their taunts instantly dragged me back into the nightmare. My attempt to assert my new reality – that I was married – was met with cruel laughter. Ethan snatched my Sterling Foundation card, mocking it as a fake, calling me a delusional liar and a thief. His rage escalating, he brutally crushed my hand in a car door, then locked me in a stadium utility room. Later, he dragged my battered self onto a championship ballroom stage, publicly branding me a stalker and criminal, while displaying my bandaged hand. Why was this nightmare happening again? Was I destined to be forever haunted by my past, my worth shattered anew? But just as he prepared to deliver his final, devastating blow, the grand ballroom doors dramatically swung open. My husband, Alexander Sterling, stood there, a quiet force of nature. My past had tried to consume me, but it was about to meet its match./0/71281/coverorgin.jpg?v=437a27ad793591eed0bae262530cc06a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Rebirth to Revenge:The Second Life Of Lenora
"You make me want to risk it all," Lenora confessed nervously to her boss. "Then risk it all, cos I already have." The ever enigmatic billionaire CEO-Astor Parker, assured her with a kiss to her forehead. -- All Lenora Albert did in her past life was love the wrong man completely, blindly, and to her own destruction. She overlooked Lucian's constant disrespect, convinced that one day, he'd soften toward her. But Lucian never changed. Instead, he got her best friend pregnant, and together, they laughed at her. As if the betrayal wasn't cruel enough, her best friend ended it all by murdering her. But fate isn't done with Lenora. She's brought back in time, given a second life to rewrite her story. When she's wrongfully fired at work after being implicated in a scandal, Lenora lands an unexpected role at a billion-dollar fashion firm as the personal secretary to its powerful CEO, Astor Parker. Cold, brilliant, and dangerously alluring Astor falls for her fast. One that he reveals with actions rather with words. But Lenora no longer believes in love. All she seeks is revenge. Then comes the cruel twist-Astor is Lucian's brother. Astor is willing to burn the world to keep her safe. But beyond Lucian, beyond her traitorous best friend, lurks a darker force. A stalker, who tends to be a greater threat to her life and won't stop until she's dead again. Will she survive again in this second life?/0/92828/coverorgin.jpg?v=86c0e3d3628b5493fa1921ae28b75358&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Unseen Heir, Her Escape
My husband stood me up on the biggest night of my career—my first solo art exhibition. I found him on the news, shielding another woman from a storm of cameras while the entire gallery watched my world collapse. His text was a final, cold slap in the face: "Kacie needs me. You'll be fine." For years, he'd called my art a "hobby," forgetting it was the foundation of his billion-dollar company. He had made me invisible. So I called my lawyer with a plan to use his arrogance against him. "Make the divorce papers look like a boring IP release form," I told her. "He'll sign anything to get me out of his office."/0/85864/coverorgin.jpg?v=4e6f317cef0524c4f45f152a5c3ad473&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Fiancé Married His Deceased Brother's Wife
For five years, Mark and I were the perfect couple, or so I thought. He was the promising artist, and I, the talented interior designer. But for five years, he had never once talked about marrying me. His reason? His deceased brother' s widow, Olivia. He claimed his "duty" was to fulfill his brother' s dying wish: to have a child with Olivia. So, I endured, counting the nights he spent in her bed, the scent of her perfume clinging to him when he returned. On the sixtieth day, Olivia announced her pregnancy. Mark was ecstatic, promising me a wedding in one week. That same night, at a massive party to celebrate the pregnancy, I stood in the crowd, waiting for him to announce our engagement. Instead, he got down on one knee, pulled out a diamond ring, and proposed to Olivia. My heart shattered. He had publicly humiliated me. Later, the stinging reality of my betrayal was cemented by a text from Olivia: "He was never yours." I was no more than a placeholder, a fool warming his bed while he pursued his true agenda. The pain was unbearable, but a cold resolve flickered within me. When Mark, oblivious, later tried to gaslight me with more lies, I saw a hickey on his neck. He then ran off to Olivia, leaving me in the car to get a cab. Back at the apartment, he even offered me a smaller ring and then audaciously asked if Olivia, his pregnant fiancée, could move in with us, citing a high-risk pregnancy. He wanted me to care for her. The audacity was astounding. Yet, a strange calm washed over me. "Okay," I said, my voice steady. "She can move in." The next evening, Olivia faked a fall down the stairs, accusing me of trying to harm her baby. Mark' s face, contorted with rage, snarled at me: "If anything happens to this baby, I will destroy you. I swear to God, I will ruin your life." The last thread snapped. No anger, no sadness. Just peace. I was free. I walked to our bedroom, took my packed suitcase, and dropped the engagement ring into the trash. Then, I walked out./0/81266/coverorgin.jpg?v=ebba15b7ea335bd179026e3d0bd46e3e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
