Romance Books for Women
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Her Sweet Revenge
Meet Asanel, a sweet beautiful girl aged 16 and has a close who is Jason, the governor's son. Despite the long lasting feud between both families, both kids fall in love and have a night stand and Asanel gets pregnant. However, her life changes drastically when her parents name gets dragged in the mud and is murdered in cold blood by the governor and his wife in an attempt to kill her child. On hearing the news of her parents death, she vows to avenge them and her baby. She leaves the country through the help of an influential business woman and everything changes. Seven years later. Asanel returns with a new face, new identity to destroy those who hurt her? But then she saw her first love again. What happens next? Find out in this intriguing book./0/24589/coverorgin.jpg?v=b1e4ddeffce58c01e27eeb75e73c1157&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Secret Millionaire
Karishma Jones doesn’t want a relationship, especially not with Seth Parker. In her eyes, he was the enemy because defenders shouldn’t mix with prosecutors. However, Karishma can’t deny the sparkling chemistry that they share between them. Seth Parker is the definition of handsome and sweet. He knew what he wants and he goes after it. He doesn’t care if Kari stands on the opposite side of the courtroom, he wants her. Kari battled between her job and her heart, which does she choose?/0/85443/coverorgin.jpg?v=74b0f6e3efc4ea115210c7a6543a82b3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Last Regret: A Wife's Escape
The key turning in the lock was my daily alarm, signaling Ethan' s return and the inevitable judgment that followed. "Ava? Are you here?" he' d call out, his voice sharp, immediately spotting the dinner plates from last night. Then his gaze would drift to the piled-up breakfast dishes, and the familiar annoyance would seep into his tone. "Seriously? I work a twelve-hour day, and I come home to this? What have you been doing all day?" My usual apologies, my explanations of morning sickness and dizziness, died on my tongue. Not anymore. I just watched him, the familiar coldness spreading through my chest. "There," he' d said, not looking up from his phone, after sending me $5,000. "Go buy yourself something nice. A new bag or something. Maybe that' ll make you feel better." For nine years, money was his solution to everything, a payment for my silence. But as I stared at the notification, the money meant nothing. My eyes landed on his phone, and it wasn' t my picture, or our daughter Lily' s, on his lock screen. It was another woman, Chloe, kissing his cheek, his genuine smile a stark contrast to the irritation he'd shown me for years. "Let' s get a divorce," I said, my voice quiet but clear. He scoffed. "Is this about the dishes? Your hormones are all over the place. Just take the money, go shopping tomorrow, and you' ll forget all about this." But then his phone buzzed again, and the truth solidified. "Don' t start," he warned, seeing my gaze on the screen. "I' m not starting anything," I replied, the words eerily calm. "I' m ending it." He walked away, taking a call, his voice suddenly soft and gentle. "Chloe is taking Lily to her piano lesson tomorrow." My blood ran cold. He was letting that woman, his mistress, get involved in our daughter' s life. He was replacing me, piece by piece, right in front of my eyes. "The baby is gone," I told him, watching his face drain of all color. He stumbled back, horrified, accusing me of lying. But the truth was, he wasn' t there for any of it – the high-risk appointments I went to alone, the emergency visit, or the miscarriage that followed. He was always busy helping Chloe. When I needed him most, he asked, "Which hospital? I' m busy, will try to stop by later." He never came. I had gone through it all by myself. "You… you killed our baby?" he gasped, his words like a slap. "Yes, Ethan," I said, the venom in my voice surprising even me. "If that' s what you need to hear, then yes. I killed it. Are you happy now? You' re free. No more inconvenient pregnant wife to weigh you down." He fell silent, his face pale. Where was the man who promised me forever, the one who held me when my father died, the one who vowed to protect Lily and me? I looked at this stranger wearing my husband' s face. "Because I' ve been alone for a very long time, Ethan. You just weren' t paying attention." The next day, in the hospital hallway, I saw her. Chloe. And then Ethan, his face a mix of surprise and guilt. He asked why I was there, not if I was okay. When he grabbed for my hospital file, it slipped, revealing "Surgical Abortion" in stark letters. Chloe gasped, feigning shock, while Ethan, blaming her, demanded, "Why didn't you tell me she was here?" "It doesn' t matter," I said, collecting the papers. "I' m still filing for divorce, Ethan. This changes nothing." "We' re not getting a divorce," he snapped, as Chloe moved to comfort him, subtly asserting her place. His eyes, however, fixed on a cardiovascular awareness poster behind me, his face paling, as if everything around him had vanished. But I didn't care. "I'll have the papers sent to your office," I said, walking away. This was the end. Two months later, I had moved in with Lily. Ethan fought me every step of the way, sending flowers I returned, texts I ignored. Then came the family gathering he called a meeting-a calculated ambush. His mother, Chloe, even Lily, were there. "Lily, honey, sit up straight," Chloe cooed, adjusting Lily' s collar, a gesture of ownership. Ethan' s mother beamed, praising Chloe as a woman who "knew how to take care of a family." Chloe then presented Ethan with a blood pressure monitor, cooing, "We can' t have you getting sick." But my heart seized when I saw Lily. Her knuckles were white, her right hand scratching anxiously at her left arm. A wave of dread washed over me. "I want full custody of Lily," I declared, cutting through their cheer. Silence fell. "You have no right!" his mother exploded. "After abandoning your family, you want to take his child away? What kind of monster are you?" "Is she fine, Ethan?" I shot back, my gaze locking with his. "Are you so blind that you can' t see how miserable she is? Or do you just not care?" I stood, ready to leave, his face flushing with embarrassment. "You' re making a scene," he hissed. "A scene?" I laughed, raw and angry. "You cheated on me while I was pregnant. You let me go through a miscarriage alone because your girlfriend had car trouble. You let this woman play mother to my daughter." He crushed the blood pressure monitor in his hand, a sharp crack echoing in the room. He looked at the broken device, then at me, a dawning horror in his eyes. It was the first time I had seen genuine remorse on his face. But it was far, far too late. "Get your hands off him," I told Chloe, who was rushing to his side. "You' re scaring her," Ethan said, trying to shield Chloe. "Good," I responded. He tried to justify his affair, claiming I was never there for him. "I wasn' t there for you?" I asked, my voice dangerously quiet. "For nine years, my entire life revolved around you. I managed your health for years, Ethan. You were so absorbed in yourself you never even noticed." His face went slack with shock. "You think I' m a monster?" I swept my gaze over his silent family. "Fine. I' ll be the monster. I' d rather be a monster who protects her child than a 'good woman' who lets her family be destroyed." "Lily. Come on, honey. We' re leaving." Chloe reached for Lily. "Lily, stay here with Daddy." Lily flinched, then shrieked, "NO! Don' t touch me! I don' t want to stay with you!" "What did you do to her?" I demanded of Chloe. Ethan tried to dismiss it as a tantrum. "That is not a tantrum, Ethan," I stated calmly, "That is fear." I pulled out the divorce papers. "Here are the divorce papers. I signed them this morning. I' m taking Lily with me. If you fight me, I will make sure every single person in this city knows exactly what kind of man you are, and what kind of 'caretaker' you left our daughter with." With Lily by my side, clinging to me, we walked out, leaving the ruins of our family behind. That night, alone with Lily, I saw them: faint, bluish-purple bruises on her arms, and raw, red scratches. Guilt, a crushing weight, suffocated me. I had been so consumed by my own pain that I hadn' t seen what was happening to her. I had failed to protect my daughter. I spent the next day making up for lost time, watching Lily' s joy as she fed giraffes, her laughter a balm to my soul. That evening, my friend Mark came over, seeing me finally free. He suggested setting me up with someone. "Slow down. I' m not even divorced yet. And I think I' m going to be single for a very, very long time." Then my phone buzzed. "Ava, pick up the phone. It' s Ethan. I' m using my mother' s cell." Another text followed. "Why aren' t you answering? Where is Lily? You have no right to keep my daughter from me." A hot flash of anger surged. He accused me of being a bad mother. I walked into Lily' s room, took a photo of the bruises on her arm, and sent it to his number. His immediate reply: "What is this?" I blocked him. The silence that followed was more satisfying than any argument. Life moved on. Work was good. My colleague, Ben, a bright, funny guy, constantly found reasons to talk to me. He even asked me out, offering me a ticket to an art exhibit. I gently declined. "Thanks, Ben, but I have plans with my daughter." The divorce was almost final. Any day now. I couldn' t wait to be free. The day the divorce was supposed to be finalized, Ethan was waiting for me at my office entrance. With Chloe. "Ava, we need to talk," he said, blocking my path. Chloe stepped forward, a forced, tight smile on her face. "Ava, I' m sorry. For everything. I' m really, truly sorry." Her performance was for him. I just stared, my face a blank mask. "Okay." He tried to stop me, a strange, desperate expression on his face. He looked broken, aged ten years. He reached out to touch my arm. I flinched. "Don' t touch me," I said, the words sharp and cold. The rejection hit him. Chloe, seeing her apology fail, jumped in. "He's just trying to do the right thing, Ava! Why do you have to be so difficult? He's been a wreck since you left!" "Shut up, Chloe," Ethan snapped. She was stunned. My phone rang, Lily' s school. "Mrs. Patterson? Lily… she' s missing." Panic seized me. "What do you mean, missing?" I shrieked. "How could she be missing?" I dropped everything, my keys clattering. Terror filled Ethan' s eyes, but all I could think was, He can' t find her before I do. If he found her, he' d use it against me. She was my daughter. I had to find her first. I sprinted through the streets, a frantic prayer repeating in my mind: Please be safe, please be safe, please be safe. My phone rang again. It was Ben. "I have her," he said quickly. "I have Lily. She' s safe." Relief washed over me so intensely my knees buckled. I burst into the cafe where he was with Lily, her face tear-streaked while sipping a hot chocolate. She ran into my arms, sobbing, "I was scared, Mommy. I wanted you." After I' d calmed down, Lily confessed. "Aunty Chloe came to school yesterday. She told me that you and Daddy were getting back together and that I would have to live with her again. She said if I told you, she would… she would lock me in the dark closet again." The air left my lungs. This wasn' t just neglect. It was abuse. A cold, hard rage settled deep in my bones. I took Lily straight to the police station. Then to a child psychologist. I filed a report against Chloe. I documented everything. Ethan fought me, furious. "You' re going to create a public scandal! This will ruin me! And it will traumatize Lily, dragging her through this!" "She' s already traumatized, Ethan," I said, my voice devoid of emotion except ice. "Because of who you chose to bring into her life. I don' t care about your reputation. I care about my daughter. This is over." I hung up. With the police report and psychologist' s testimony, the custody battle was short. I was granted sole and full custody. All of Ethan' s visitation rights were suspended pending a full investigation. The day the divorce decree was officially stamped, I felt nothing. I had expected relief, joy, freedom. But there was only quiet emptiness. Nine years of my life, a marriage, a family – all reduced to a signature on paper. The love had died so long ago there was nothing left to mourn. Ben appeared at my side, holding a single, bright sunflower. "I heard the news," he said softly. "I just wanted to say… congratulations. I guess." He handed me the flower. "For new beginnings." I looked at him, then at the school gate where Lily would soon appear. A new relationship was the furthest thing from my mind. "Thank you, Ben," I said honestly. "But right now… I just want to be on my own. With Lily. We need to heal." For the first time, my future was entirely my own. It was a blank page. And I was the only one who would get to write on it. A month later, Ethan was at my door, looking terrible, holding a file. "It' s about Lily," he croaked. He' d gone to her pediatrician, revealing a heart murmur that could be genetic. "My family has a history of heart conditions. She needs both her parents, Ava. She needs a stable home. We should get back together. For her." I stared at him, dumbfounded. He was using a minor, common health issue to manipulate me. "Are you insane?" "I' ve changed, Ava," he insisted. "I realize what I lost. Please… just give me one more chance." "No," I said, simple and absolute. "Why not? I know you still love me." I almost laughed. "Love you? Ethan, the love I had for you wasn' t a fortress. It was a house. And you took a sledgehammer to it, day after day, for years. You don' t miss me, Ethan. You miss having a wife." "That' s not true! It' s for Lily! A child needs her father!" "Lily needs to be safe. She needs to be happy. She doesn' t need a father who ignored her suffering and prioritized his girlfriend over her well-being." Lily appeared, her little face hardened. She ran to me, glaring at Ethan. "Go away. I don' t like you. You let the mean lady hurt me." Ethan flinched. The condemnation from his own child was more powerful than anything I could have said. "You heard her," I said softly. "It' s time for you to go." I closed the door, locking it. He stayed on my doorstep, slumped, head in hands, all night. A few weeks later, rumors trickled in. Mark told me Ethan' s work was suffering; he' d lost a major client. His family, of course, blamed me. Then, Chloe cornered me in the parking garage, looking as haggard as Ethan. "This is all your fault," she hissed. "He won' t even look at me anymore. All he talks about is you. What did you do to him?" "I didn't do anything, Chloe," I said, walking toward my car. "He did this to himself. And to you." "He loves me!" she insisted. "You know, Chloe," I said, turning to face her. "A man' s love is like a bank account… He emptied his account with me a long time ago. And it looks like he' s doing the same to you." She lunged, fingernails outstretched. I held up my phone. "I wouldn' t do that if I were you. The security guards are on their way. And this is all being recorded." She froze, then ran off, sobbing. I drove home, not giving her another thought. That night, a storm rolled in. The sky opened up, washing the world clean. The doorbell rang. It was Ethan, soaked, shivering, looking utterly hopeless. "Go away, Ethan," I said through the intercom, ignoring him. The next morning, the rain had stopped. I opened my front door and almost tripped over him. He was curled up on my doormat, unconscious, burning up with fever. "Oh, for God' s sake," I muttered. Against my better judgment, I called Mark. Together, we dragged Ethan inside and dumped him on my couch. I didn' t want the drama of paramedics. I just wanted him gone. A few hours later, he woke, disoriented. He tried to clean up the mess in my yard. "What are you doing?" I asked, annoyed. "I' m just cleaning up. I made a mess by being here," he mumbled. "Stop it. You' re sick. Just sit down." I gave him pills and water. "Take these. And then you need to leave, Ethan." "I can' t," he whispered. "I lost my job... My mother… she kicked me out. I sold the apartment. I have nowhere else to go." He looked up at me, a mask of shame and desperation. The powerful, arrogant man I married was gone. In his place was this… shell. A slow, sarcastic smile spread across my face. "Fine," I said. "You can stay. For now. You can sleep on the couch. But you' re going to work for your keep." He looked at me, confused. "Work?" "Yes," I said, my smile widening. "You can be the nanny." For two weeks, Ethan lived on my couch and worked. He cooked, cleaned, did laundry, took Lily to and from school, played with her, read to her. He was, for the first time, a full-time, hands-on parent. It was a perfect, sickening imitation of the life I' d always wanted. I watched him like a stranger, a hired hand. The emotional chasm was too vast. Lily remained wary. She was polite, but never offered him easy affection. One evening, as I tucked her in, she whispered, "I love you, Mommy. You' re the best mommy in the whole world. I' m glad we live with just you." Her words were a comfort, a validation. At the end of two weeks, I handed Ethan an envelope of cash. "What's this?" "It's your salary. For the two weeks of childcare and housekeeping services. Now your services are no longer required. You can leave." Humiliation and disbelief flooded his face. "Ava, you can't be serious. I did all this to show you I've changed." "You're a little late," I said, turning away. "Lily and I are going on vacation. We leave in an hour." Our bags were already packed. "Vacation? Where? Are you… are you going with that guy?" His jealousy was transparent. "Who I go with is no longer your business, Ethan." I didn't confirm or deny. I owed him no explanations. I took Lily' s hand. "Come on, sweetie. Time to go." We walked out. He followed us to the taxi. "Ava, please," he begged. "Don' t do this. Don' t leave me." I put our bags in the trunk. I looked at him one last time. "It' s not that I' m leaving you, Ethan," I said, my voice soft but final. "It' s that I already left, a long time ago. You just didn' t notice." I got into the taxi. He ran alongside, his face pressed against the window, forming my name. As the taxi pulled away, I watched him in the rearview mirror, a lone figure shrinking, until he was gone. Lily looked up at me. "Mommy, where are we going?" I smiled, stroking her hair. "Anywhere we want, baby. Anywhere at all." I was free. We were free. And our new beginning was waiting just for us./0/18488/coverorgin.jpg?v=6aa369f6b4323955d84c9435bbc7cff7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Mystery of Love
Essie wakes up on her bed in the morning and is shocked to find an unknown good-looking man sleeping beside her. On the desk, she also discovers the marriage certificates bearing the names of her and this man. She tries to figure out what has happened and finds that it’s only a mistake. Yesterday, she was rejected by someone she loves and was told that he would be engaged to her deadly foe. In great despair, she went to a bar and met this guy. They drank a lot and played games. Under the influence of alcohol, they got married. However, it’s hard to get a divorce now because she wants to use the dramatic yet genuine marriage to keep her proud in front of her deadly foe. Would it be possible that they fall in love with each other in the future?/0/86851/coverorgin.jpg?v=6e2f2a9f46d340ddab78c9816b00601f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late For Sorry
The news broke on a Tuesday. Olivia Reynolds, a celebrated artist, found herself targeted by a major art blog accusing her of blatant plagiarism. Her acclaimed piece, "Urban Echo," was displayed side-by-side with similar works by an unknown European artist, igniting a war zone of online comments declaring her a "Fraud" and calling to "Cancel her." Her boyfriend, Ethan Miller, a respected art critic, didn't defend her. Instead, he confessed to orchestrating the whole thing to protect his protégé, Chloe Davis, claiming Chloe had made a "youthful mistake." He dismissed Olivia's pain as "dramatic" and a "performance," highlighting her struggle with depression as mere "attention." The betrayal only deepened when her gallery terminated its representation, cancelling all her shows. Chloe, feigning empathy, then explicitly told Olivia that Ethan had chosen her because her career was "more important," rubbing salt in the wound until Olivia shattered a glass in a fit of despair, cutting her hand. Ethan, without a glance at Olivia's injury, sided with Chloe, who accused Olivia of attacking her. Ethan and Chloe were seen making their official debut at a gala, dancing on Olivia's professional grave. A text message then arrived, "You should kill yourself, you thieving bitch," accompanied by a photo of her with a gun pointed at her head. Standing on her balcony, teetering on the edge, Olivia made one last desperate call to Ethan. "I'm on the ledge, Ethan," she whispered. But he laughed, dismissing her plea as a bid for "attention." The line went dead as Chloe's laughter echoed in the background. With nowhere else to turn, Olivia stepped into the void./0/38512/coverorgin.jpg?v=1ffb3f55da0c8ac9e2b4f1e34e51e8ca&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Sorry, I want to separate from You.
For the benefit of the company, the parents decide to exchange their daughter for money and arrange a marriage for her. Ana and Gabriel agree to be a couple for two years and then get divorced, but then things change. Love catches up with them little by little, and when they realize that they are facing the problems of destiny, they start to love each other. The struggle to be together becomes very hard day by day./0/46021/coverorgin.jpg?v=45b8bf957ec8e2dcbb3756a41656f1d4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Demoted by a Whisper
I was Ace. Prez's Road Captain. His enforcer. His right hand in the Desert Vipers MC. For ten years, my loyalty was absolute, my fight fierce, my place by his side unquestioned. Then Izzy rolled in on the back of his Harley. Small, innocent, everything I wasn't. And suddenly, my world shifted. Her shy smiles and polished words began to poison everything. I, who'd bled for this club, for him, was suddenly "too rough around the edges." Demoted from his bed, then from my position, replaced by a delicate painting and a whispered lie. The ultimate betrayal came when he believed her planted evidence, not years of shared blood. Left for dead, shot and bleeding in the Sonoran desert, by the man who'd once called me his "North Star." How could loyalty so absolute be shattered so effortlessly? How could a lifetime of sacrifice be erased by a week of deceit? The pain was a living thing, but the rage was a hotter fire than the desert sun. Discarded. Framed. Executed by the very man who swore to protect me. But I wouldn't die. Not for them. Not like this. And as the coyotes howled, a new path began, one forged in betrayal, leading to a reckoning I never saw coming./0/23807/coverorgin.jpg?v=45cfebeb3c5b22050dcdac8d4815bb86&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Double Trouble - Romance with the Twins
I swept the veil off my face, only to gasp at the same face who irked the shit out of me! "Rogan?!" I yelped, still in my widened eyes of disbelief. "Yea, honey, for better or worse," He smirked with that cocky grin once again, sending my feet feeble and my mind in a swirl as I broke into a cold sweat of panic. Oh my god! Did I just got myself married to an asshole?! This is not happening, this is not how things should be! Where's Romeo?! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Juliette Leclaire, the heiress of the Leclaire Corporation, falls in love with the heir of the multi-billion Morgan Enterprise, Romeo Morgan, her soon to be brother-in-law due to an arranged marriage between the two families. On the day of the wedding, her twin sister, Julius Leclaire went missing. Juliette had no choice but to stand in for her sister in this arranged marriage. She thought she was going to get married to the love of her life - Romeo, but little did she know that Romeo had gone missing too. The realisation that she had ended up marrying Romeo's notorious twin brother - Rogan Morgan, daunted on her when she swept her bridal veil off her face. How will she face the new chapter of her life ahead with her newly-minted playboy billionaire husband? What happens when Romeo returns? How will she deal with a double trouble romance with the twins?/0/81063/coverorgin.jpg?v=26bae72d0e47d3f920c46dab72f02e67&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Disposable Lover's Revenge
My life was an opulent lie, perched high in a Manhattan skyscraper as executive assistant and secret lover to Wall Street magnate Ethan Hayes. He paid for everything, even covered my family' s past medical debts, binding me to him in an unspoken agreement of dependency. Then, an email arrived: "Termination of Employment. Effective immediately." Within hours, Ethan' s 'white moonlight' sweetheart, Chloe Davenport, flew back into New York, and suddenly, I was disposable. He paraded Chloe publicly, their rediscovery splashed across Page Six, while I withered, my chronic autoimmune disorder flaring from the agonizing stress. When Chloe' s furious friend shoved me, leaving me with a concussion, Ethan' s only concern was Chloe' s pristine image, demanding I lie to the police, his icy gaze warning me to "behave." My golden cage had become a torture chamber. How could the man I loved, the man who' d once saved my family, wield such casual cruelty? Was my entire existence merely a debt to be repaid, my body and soul his to discard at will? The pain was unbearable, consuming. But the true breaking point came when he whispered, "Only death changes the terms." He thought he had me trapped forever. He didn't know I was ready to die to be truly free./0/25215/coverorgin.jpg?v=83c84b23fcdc264a4e852138897237bb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Wife Diaries
Elisa Johnson and Martin Jimenes married two years ago. Martin has always thought Elisa married him by design, so he always gives Elisa the cold shoulder. They live apart during these two years. It can be said some kind of stagnant but peaceful. It is Sharon Johnson’s return that broke this peace, but it also vitalizes their marriage ...![From Prisoner to Princess [Royal Rebellion Book 1]](https://cos-enres.cdreader.com/site-322(new)/0/53061/coverorgin.jpg?v=be9885bd99046e4fad93cf0951e43003&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Prisoner to Princess [Royal Rebellion Book 1]
Allison learned the hard way in life that nothing comes without a catch. Especially when you're an orphan with no memories in the Slums of the Capitol City, Zalaris. When the only hope for a better life is to steal and con your way out, Allison soon learns that there is another way when she lands herself in prison. What she did not expect to learn while incarcerated is that she is not in fact Allison of the Slums, but Princess Allisara Nimair- rightful heir to the throne of the Kingdom Nimairene. Going from Prisoner to Princess, Allisara begins to uncover the secrets and dark truths surrounding her missing memories and precarious upbringing with the help of Skylard "Sky" Blackhawk - an unlikely ally in the busy Palace. Can Allisara navigate her new reality as a Princess while she grapples with regaining her lost memories and ruling a Kingdom, or will the past return to claim the life it tried to steal all those years ago?/0/70582/coverorgin.jpg?v=22532312abb581bb0af87ccc4a8b6038&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Trapped by Love
Luca Moretti, an influential businessman, is forced to marry Amélie Lefevre, a woman he considers a simple family obligation. Already in love with another, he vows to make Amélie's life hell so that she will ask for a divorce. However, he does not know that Amélie is hiding a secret that could change his life forever. Behind her calm facade, Amélie is much more determined and intelligent than he thinks. What will happen when Luca finds himself caught in his own game? Will he succeed in breaking their union or will he succumb to the hidden truth?/0/54469/coverorgin.jpg?v=4544905ada44428bea91d0a64d128d75&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Rejected and Torn between Alphas
“I break all ties with you today, Callista Stone, Omega of the Wolfsong Dominion pack. I hate that I love you.” “Take her deep inside the woods and execute her; go and never return!” Those words were the beginning of Callista Stone’s, the Omega of the Wolfsong Dominion pack, pain, and never-ending struggles. Callista Stone, once beloved and the sweetheart of the cold-hearted soon-to-be Alpha, Cassius Ironclaw, saw her world crumble with just a few damning words. *** She finds solace in the hand of a rival pack alpha, Tristan Logan. “Are you not going to reject me?” Callista probed, waiting expectantly for Alpha Tristan's reply. “Why should I reject the mate I have been longing to meet?” Tristan quizzed, raising his brow slightly. *** Brace yourself for a thrilling adventure as she navigates treacherous obstacles, defies expectations, and unleashes her wrath upon those who wronged her. Prepare for a story of empowerment, redemption, and the unstoppable strength of the Alpha Queen!/0/84818/coverorgin.jpg?v=bd95f128f398c29ce2c6faca5088e306&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Divorce That Saved Us
The first thing I felt was a dull ache and a blinding white light. I was in a hospital, my wrist bandaged, my mind a blank slate. Then I heard the voices: "The guy in 302, Ethan, tried it again." "The one married to CEO Sterling? This is what, the third time this year?" My stomach turned. They somehow thought I was Ethan, the pathetic, clingy husband of Sophia Sterling, the girl who was always out of my league in high school. And I had tried to kill myself over her. When a nurse confirmed it, revealing my arm was slit, a wave of nausea hit me. I stared at my older, gaunt reflection in the mirror, five years of my life vanished, all tied to this humiliating existence. How could I have become this person? This wasn't me. The desperate, attention-seeking man they described-the one who sent bleeding wrist selfies-was a stranger. I wanted nothing to do with him. So when Sophia, colder and more beautiful than ever, arrived to discharge me, I knew what I had to do. I wanted a divorce, and I would start shedding this unwanted life, piece by painful piece./0/22869/coverorgin.jpg?v=96e101ea4f7382551bcc9d9d53bb13db&imageMogr2/format/webp)
CEO's Hated Wife
Ella West, the first child of Micheal and Miranda West is always maltreated by the ones she calls family .Her family hates her for a reason best known to them. No-one ever cares about her, she is treated like a slave or better still an outcast in her own home. After her highschool her parents decides to marry her off to a well-known young billionaire Jake Hart for some reasons. When Ella learns about her parents decision she plans to escape but unluckily for her she is married off the next day to the arrogant ,rude but handsome Jake Hart. Will Ella survive this?, will she be free from the world's maltreatment? Or will she just give up and accept what the world throws at her?? Find out in this exciting, thrilling, suspense filled novel!!!!/0/86226/coverorgin.jpg?v=c05baa9d67eca0390f116a3d8084fae6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Betrayal, Her Unveiling
The plane descended, and a familiar sense of accomplishment swelled in me. Three months of hotel rooms and construction sites were finally over. I' d just closed the biggest deal of my architectural career in Tokyo, and now, all I could think of was Liam. It was his birthday, and my early return was a secret, a surprise I couldn' t wait to unveil. I clutched the vintage watch for him in my carry-on, imagining his joyful face, picturing us finally back home. But the solid oak door to my sanctuary, my apartment, met me with a sharp, negative beep. Denied. I frowned. My worn fingers fumbled, I must be tired. I typed our anniversary code again, slowly, precisely. Beep. Red light. Denial. A cold unease crept up my spine. This was my home, my code. Liam wouldn' t prank me, especially since he didn' t know I was coming. Then, just as I reached for my phone, the door swung open. A heavy slam to the side of my head. Pain exploded. The world tilted. A young woman, maybe early twenties, stood in my doorway, holding one of my own art books. "Who the hell are you?" she shrieked, panicked, a delicate, handcrafted silver gingko leaf hairpin tucked into her messy blonde hair. My hairpin. I stumbled past her, into my apartment, and the world fell away. My minimalist, elegant space was gone, replaced by a nightmare of vibrant pink and fluffy textures. Cheap pop star posters covered my walls. My custom Italian leather sofa was replaced by a lumpy, glittery monstrosity. The air reeked of cheap perfume and burnt sugar. My home office was a makeup room. My blueprints, my life's work, shoved into a corner, stained and crumpled. My mother' s priceless antique lace wedding dress, wine-stained. Torn photos of Liam and me, our memories, scattered in the trash. "Get out!" Chloe shrieked, shaking my arm. "This is my home! Liam will be back any minute!" Liam. The name was a key, unlocking a torrent of horrifying possibilities. Then, her sleeve slid back, revealing a sleek, modern watch with a distinctive blue face. The men' s version of the matching couple' s watches I'd bought for Liam' s birthday, still gift-wrapped in my luggage. My eyes scanned the unrecognizable living room. My gallery wall of our life together was gone. In its place: Liam and Chloe kissing under the Eiffel Tower, on a boat, at a family barbecue with his parents. Every single picture of me was gone. I had been erased. "I hope you like what I' ve done with the place," Chloe purred, her voice brimming with proud ownership. "Liam said the old style was so cold and impersonal. He loves how warm and cozy it is now. He says it finally feels like a real home." Each word was a deliberate blow, telling me I was inadequate, replaced. She picked up a framed photo of them. "Liam was so tired of everything being so perfect and professional. He needed someone to just… take care of him. A soft place to land." The implication was clear: I, with my career and independence, was his stress. She, this cloying woman, was his "soft place." For a moment, I felt nothing but a vast, hollow emptiness./0/19271/coverorgin.jpg?v=5d0ec7a2ee50f9cb09cba22ae151b2ce&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Years of Devotion, A Lifetime of Betrayal
"Maya, we need to talk about the Nova Fellowship." Ethan’s voice was smooth, but his eyes held a look I knew well before he asked for something big. The final interviews for my dream fellowship were just next week. He sighed, running a hand through his perfect brown hair, then dropped the bombshell: Chloe, the Harrisons’ "lost" daughter, suddenly wanted to apply. I stared, my heart pounding, realizing the application deadline had passed months ago, and Chloe knew nothing of astrophysics. He quickly explained they were making an exception for Chloe due to "hardship," courtesy of the Harrisons’ pulled strings. A cold feeling started in my stomach when he gently suggested I withdraw my application for "family goodwill." He squeezed my hands, urging me to "give Chloe a fair shot" because she was "fragile." I pulled my hands away, reminding him this fellowship was my entire future. He insisted I’d find other opportunities, painting my sacrifice as a "gesture for family." His words felt like cotton, trying to smother the fire of my lifelong dream. He believed this was reasonable, that I should sacrifice everything for a girl he barely knew, who had appeared out of nowhere. My carefully built world, with Ethan at its center, felt like it was tilting, as I realized I was just in the way. Then, he left me stranded in a furious Nor’easter, sick and alone, rushing off to comfort Chloe’s "panic attack." Weeks later, the Harrisons, with Ethan’s complicity, publicly branded me a plagiarist, expelled me from Blackwood, and stole my groundbreaking dark matter algorithm. I saw Chloe presenting my life’s work as her own, celebrated as a "rising star." My reputation was in ruins, my academic dreams destroyed, my love for Ethan shattered into a million pieces. How could Ethan, the man I loved, betray me for an imposter, and why did the family treat me as expendable after years of devotion? Publicly shamed, injured in an angry crowd, I truly hit rock bottom, lying feverish and abandoned in a hospital bed. Just as despair threatened to consume me, I remembered the private investigator’s card, tucked away in my wallet, leading to the biological family I thought were dead. That night, lying shattered and alone, I reached for my phone, found the investigator’s number, and made the call to choose myself and reclaim my life./0/86539/coverorgin.jpg?v=18e2162c29f1bd2c57ea32b8fddaadc4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
