Romance Books for Women
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The Sister Who Stole My Life
My hand trembled, clutching the medical report: pregnant, early stages. My husband, Ethan, believed I was just at the clinic for stress migraines, a convenient lie I’d told him. But as his black SUV pulled up, my childhood best friend, Chloe, sat in the front passenger seat, already claiming her spot. Her bright smile didn’t reach her eyes, and the car reeked of her sharp, new perfume – a scent that soon permeated my home. Ethan, without a word to me, announced Chloe was moving in, effectively turning my penthouse into their private domain. At the gala, Chloe subtly paraded her bond with Ethan, publicly deriding my "paleness" while he dismissed my obvious discomfort, pushing me deeper into the familiar isolation of our college days. I finally confronted him, the raw pain of years of gaslighting and feeling secondary erupting as I slapped him across the face. His shocked expression, followed by Chloe’s feigned concern, solidified the bitter truth: I was an unwanted accessory in my own marriage. How could I have been so blind, so naive, to willingly endure a life where I constantly felt like an outsider looking in? No more. That night, I knew I couldn't bring a child into this charade, choosing to reclaim my freedom and shatter the illusions they had so carefully constructed. I was about to lay bare every ugly secret, every calculated betrayal, and dismantle their world, piece by painful piece./0/71433/coverorgin.jpg?v=703d2c7019955fea060e2cd07ec41a20&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Back in Time: My Wife's Secret Betrayal
My wife of fifty years just passed away. Everyone called me devoted for staying by her side until her last breath. As I sorted through her things, I found a stack of journals, tucked away in a dusty box. Her elegant script filled the pages, but the words, page after page, year after year, were for another man: Caleb Blakely. Fifty years of our marriage had been a lie, her every action orchestrated to protect her secret passion for him. Her "medical trauma," the reason she claimed we could never be intimate, was a cruel fabrication. And my son, Leo-the boy I raised and loved with all my soul after his mother died-he wasn't just my nephew in spirit. He was Caleb' s biological son. The man I thought was my brother, the woman I devoted my life to, they had made me a fool, an unpaid nanny, a convenient placeholder. The agony of five decades of deceit crushed me, and my heart, already weak from age and grief, finally gave out. Then I gasped, eyes flying open, perfectly healthy and impossibly young, back in my bed with the morning sunlight streaming through the window. I was back. Fifty years in the past. Jocelyn was walking in the door, briefcase in hand, ready to begin the betrayal all over again. Not this time./0/18548/coverorgin.jpg?v=d61532bca8ca21aea8d73da5b0215848&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Bittersweet
After going through a divorce, Nicole decides to work at a hotel to support herself and her family. Never would she have expected that this was the place she would reunite with Jacob -- her first, true love. Nicole had ruined her relationship with him, and as a result, he loathes her for it. Now that their paths have crossed again, he wasn't going to let her go without making her pay. With vengeance in Jacob's heart, Nicole doesn't know that she is about to get tortured by his bittersweet love./0/47424/coverorgin.jpg?v=d6bc2537006c56f547abb4dc8b92f0cb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
HELLO MR BODYGUARD : Until our worlds collided
Sophia a wealthy young lady whose parents died in a car crash. Leaving her the entire company and the mansions scattered everywhere around the world. Sophia has everything handed over to her on a sliver platter. She could have any body she wants with just a spoken word. She's an average height with a killer body. Her shape is a figure eight. Her oval face aligned with her green eyes. Sophia was a sweet young lady who had many friends. She loved everyone. But, what happens when she was raped by a guy in a mask? What happens when our sweet Sophia became the world's coldest woman? What happens when the sight of men made her puke? What happens when an attempt was made on her life? What happens when someone new comes into her life? Will her hated for men blind her from seeing the truth? Will the person who took her away her virginity by force be found? Or was it someone close to her?/1/101607/coverorgin.jpg?v=d8b7f1a65577215b0fe3b6e898b4a957&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Wife He Left For Dead
Tentu, saya akan menambahkan POV (Point of View) ke setiap bab sesuai dengan permintaan Anda, tanpa mengubah format atau konten lainnya. On our fifth anniversary, I lay dying on the bathroom floor while my husband ignored my calls to celebrate with his "best friend." When my neighbor finally rushed me to the ER for a ruptured ectopic pregnancy, my husband arrived hours later, annoyed that I' d ruined his night. But the real betrayal came when he forced me to drink tequila days after surgery, watching me bleed out just to please his mistress. At Elsa's launch party, Gideon snatched the shot glass and shoved the alcohol down my throat, mocking my pain as "drama." As a fresh pool of crimson soaked my dress, he didn't call 911. He turned to comfort Elsa, who was "shaken" by the scene. I survived only because of Alva, the reclusive billionaire next door, who shielded my dignity with his jacket while my husband stepped over me. Recovering in Alva' s care, I discovered the "award-winning" designs Gideon had gifted Elsa were actually mine-stolen from my college archives years ago. They thought I was the fragile, obedient wife who would die quietly in the background. They were wrong. I wiped the blood from my legs, accepted Alva's offer, and prepared to burn their stolen empire to the ground./0/83438/coverorgin.jpg?v=ba746b4ca3f5d81c922dc75d058e4ec3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
When the Queen Returns
I built Liam Carter's political career from nothing, forging him into a powerful Senate candidate. Our engagement gala, a critical fundraiser, was set to crown us as D.C.'s ultimate power couple. But on that perfect night, the doorbell rang. It wasn't the catering staff; it was Brianna, a junior aide, clutches her very pregnant stomach. "It's Liam's," she whispered. Liam burst in, canceling the gala to manage the "crisis," his eyes colder than ice. He ordered me to stay silent, to protect his career, then swiftly blacklisted me from every connection I had built. Even my own parents sided with him, more concerned with appearances than my broken heart, dismissing his betrayal as a "man's needs." Isolated and professionally ruined, I watched my carefully constructed life unravel. The final blow: Brianna flaunted my hand-knitted scarf, a symbol of our struggles, now a dog bed for her new puppy. That scarf wasn't just fabric; it was a piece of my soul. Seeing it desecrated ignited a rage so pure and hot, it shattered any remaining pretense of civility. This wasn't just politics or business anymore; this was about my life, my history, everything I held sacred. I called Liam. "I want you to lose," I told him. " I want you to feel what it's like to have everything you've ever worked for turn to ash." With a new alliance by my side, I walked out, ready to reclaim my name, my power, and rewrite my future, no matter the cost./0/58780/coverorgin.jpg?v=a136ac092b2442e948b804441ab46daf&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love After the Lantern
I don't know what nightmare happened to Adara. She had to swallow the bitter truth after her marriage to a strange man took place. Based on an arranged marriage, Adara and Dirga did not love each other. Adara even swore that she would never fall in love with Dirga. Adara's life began to feel heavy. She, who was not yet an adult, was told to get married. Not to mention taking care of the household, Adara was not ready for a family. For Dirga himself, being married to a young child did not burden him. Dirga has many patience mantras to deal with his little wife. So, is it possible for them to live without love? Or maybe that love can grow with time?/0/42882/coverorgin.jpg?v=1a5aa4b210f81019d78c697bf4c61b62&imageMogr2/format/webp)
TAKE ME I'M YOURS
Good only for her Kind only to her Deadly when it comes to her. LETHU My life was normal, as normal as life can get. Alone, lonely, ‘I hate my job’ kind of normal until I found out all along I had not really been alone. For six years he has been in my life. For six years he has watched, touched, and held my body as if it was his to hold. It is until I am kidnapped that I meet him, my stalker. No one will touch me with him still breathing. He would burn the whole world to see me smile. Deep, toe-curling, and unconditional love. He would kill for me and he would die for me. He is obsessed and I am obsessed with being obsessively his./0/71758/coverorgin.jpg?v=96d37ed0eb2d0b55298598c8a1c9a107&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Alpha's abducted toy: The devil for a mate
"Father....,", I tried to speak, but he spoke. "Let the wedding procession begin," father's voice boomed from the front, and I could see the guts in his eyes. What was father even saying?. Was the wedding supposed to be carried out, without the groom? ********* In the kingdom of Astral, tradition is law, and loyalty is bound by blood. When the ruthless King of Bazil demands a bride from Astral's royal line, the duty to marry him falls upon one of the twin princesses, Kelilah or Loveth. But fate takes a wicked turn. Kelilah, betrothed to the love of her life, is spared, while Loveth, terrified of her destiny, is chosen to make the ultimate sacrifice. Yet on the eve of the union, Loveth vanishes into the night, leaving Kelilah with a terrible choice: step into her sister's place or risk everything. With one daring plan, Kelilah sets out to escape-but her world is thrown into chaos when she crosses paths with her runaway sister in a dimly lit clubhouse. Then, in a flash, the lights go out, and one princess disappears into the shadows, abducted by unknown forces. Who was taken, and who remains? In a web of secrets, betrayal, and a kingdom on the brink, the answer may unravel both sisters' destinies forever. In this dark, twisted tale of sacrifice and survival, can true loyalty survive when every move could be your last?/0/80843/coverorgin.jpg?v=1f45b45be6184696170809d3177ca398&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Greasy Queen To Polished Power
For a decade, I built a life with Jax, riding shotgun through the grit and glory of the Road Vipers. I was his "old lady," stained with grease and unwavering loyalty, believing I was his unshakeable queen in that wild world. Then, he looked across our cluttered loft, smoking a cigarette, and dropped the bomb: "We're done. I'm going legit with Lily. She's clean, simple. Not like you." He handed me a wad of cash, a pathetic severance package for ten years, while his new, "undamaged" girlfriend stood by. My heart hammered, but I stayed quiet, even as I threw the silver dog tags—symbols of his fierce possessiveness, engraved with 'Mine'—into a construction dumpster, watching his stunned, pale face. The bitterness was scorching, but the confusion was a cold, aching void. Was I truly just a disposable relic of his past, easily replaced by some sweet kid? And then, just as I felt utterly discarded, my childhood connection, Julian—impeccably tailored and utterly unexpected—pulled up in a sleek Audi, offering sanctuary from the pouring rain. What I didn't know then was that Lily wasn't just a random waitress. She was a carefully placed pawn in Julian's long game to break Jax's hold over me. He'd orchestrated my "clean break" to finally claim me himself. Now, I'm faced with a deeper betrayal and a startling truth: can I navigate a future where my 'rescue' was a calculated manipulation, and will I expose the shocking truth that shattered Jax's shiny new empire, or choose my own path entirely?/0/91550/coverorgin.jpg?v=c19978ee32a856a23748a6a71ded4197&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Contract for Revenge
For five years, I was the steady paycheck that funded my boyfriend Mark's musical dreams. I paid the rent, I believed in his genius, and I thought our future was finally about to begin. He begged me for one last ride for him and his wealthy patron, Daniel. That favor ended in the screech of tires and the shattering of glass. I came to in a haze of pain, my right arm shattered and my career as an architect over. But Mark ignored my injuries, screaming at the paramedics to save his patron's precious hands. Then, at the hospital, Daniel's terrifyingly powerful brother, Julian, loomed over my gurney and promised me I would pay for what I'd done. While I was lying in a hospital bed, Mark changed the locks on the apartment I paid for and gave a false statement to Julian's lawyers, ensuring I would be blamed for everything. Broke, homeless, and facing prison, I was summoned to Julian Thorne's office. He didn't offer mercy. He offered a contract. He slid a document across his desk and gave me a choice: ruin and prison, or marriage and revenge. "You will marry me for one year," he said, his voice like ice. "In return, I will not only drop the lawsuit, but I will personally ensure the man who betrayed you is utterly destroyed."/0/18549/coverorgin.jpg?v=0b078282a2a931b689faaa58b8140b99&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Devil's Lure
On their wedding night, his face was both handsome and attractive like a devil. But a night destined for passion ended in an agony of successive tortures. "Tracy, your father ruined my happiness, so I will let you know what it is to live in hell," his lips whispered these words of torture in her delicate young ear, and his voice echoed in her mind, changing her fate forever. For the briefest of moments, he would treat her with kindness when he saw her as a substitute for his dead lover. The corners of her beautiful mouth curved into a desperate smile as she pronounced, "You can hurt me, insult me, kill my father, and even kill your own child, but don't ever treat me as a substitute for that woman!" Four years later, she would return, revisiting all the shame and terror that he had inflicted on her on him a hundredfold. Would Tracy find the love she had been denied, or be made to suffer more at the hands of her estranged husband, Toby? Visit a tale of woe, unspeakable pain, and bitter hope with The Devil's Lure./0/63323/coverorgin.jpg?v=22ffa31e2766b6bb0152185ad21f5439&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Far From Yours
"In other circumstances, I would've made you all mine" he whispered once more his eyes scanning me from head to toe. I felt my knees weaken, he winked, leaving me standing there unable to move a foot. Does he have to tease me this way? God!! This boy, is going to be the death of me!! What will happen when a girl starts falling for her hot arrogant friend who happens to live the next room? when Scarlett's best friend from childhood Anthony is back to hometown after twelve years, what will happen when she discovers how much he changed? he's this hot irresistible and arrogant guy, who started living with her under the same roof./1/101608/coverorgin.jpg?v=1e486fb612cd66dc06853a51c7f75aa4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Funeral, His Destruction Stage
Tentu, saya akan menambahkan POV (Point of View) ke setiap bab sesuai dengan permintaan Anda, tanpa mengubah format atau konten lainnya. On the day my daughter turned five, my husband Carter finally came home-with his mistress and a child who looked exactly like him. He introduced me as the "mother of his child," not his wife, while my own parents fawned over his illegitimate daughter to secure a business merger. I was diagnosed with terminal brain cancer, leaving me with months to live, yet no one cared. The breaking point wasn't my illness, but seeing Carter slap our daughter across the face because she refused to give her first-place ribbon to his mistress's child. "She disrespected me! I have a right to discipline my own daughter!" He thinks I' m just a dying, discarded wife who will fade away quietly to make room for his new family. He' s wrong. I have three months left to live, and I' m going to spend every second of it burning his empire to the ground. My funeral will be the stage for his destruction./0/45154/coverorgin.jpg?v=c9fc5d96dffb697fd38b19d53a044847&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Water Girl
Damn water, girl.! Shouldn’t you just stick to the salad you have in your hands? You keep eating unhealthy foods like pizza. You’re going to get too big to run and fetch me my water.” “Thanks for your concern, Arron, but it’s unwanted and needed because all I’m eating today is my salad.” “You do not have to explain anything to that douche bag,” Sydney hisses at me. “I was being sarcastic, Syd.” Sydney rolls her eyes at Arron, then leads us over to our table. Luckily, I made it to my table without a hitch. Normally, I end up with most of my food on me before I get to my table. “Are you okay Riv? “Sydney asks me once we get sat down. “Yes, I’m used to it by now.” “Wow, River Rock just walked in.” My skin instantly heats at that name. Rock (James Martinez) is not only the hottest guy at school. He is the quarterback and captain, and my biggest hater at Scotts high. To make matters worse, his mom is dating my dad. “Hey water girl, go get me some food.” Rock says, coming over and sitting down at our table like he owns it. “Fuck off Rock.” Sydney says, then gets up and positions herself in between us. I guess she thinks that’s going to stop him from harassing me. I go to get up and get him food so he will leave me alone, but my friend is not having that. “Sit your ass down.” Sydney growls. “Just let me do this Syd so I might eat in peace today.” “You’re going to eat in peace, anyway. I will make sure of it,” Sydney says between clenched teeth. She really doesn’t know what she starts when she does this. Surprising, Rock gets up and walks over to get his own food, then goes and sits with his girlfriend and the other football players. I get to eat my food in peace for the rest of the lunch hour. Once the bell rings, Sydney and I head to our next class. We make it through our last couple classes and then it’s time to go out on the football field to make sure the team has plenty of water. I wonder if I could get away with putting some laxative tablets in their waters see how good they practice having to run to the bathroom every 5 minutes. “Yo water girl, get your ass over here with the damn waters,” Damion, the linebacker, yells at me. Making me jump out of my daydream. You know I’m not the only water girl out here, but I’m the only one that gets picked on. I really don’t understand what I have done to make them target me. Unlike Tiffany, who's dry humping Rock's leg while giving him water, I'm quiet and keep to myself. Walking towards the table, I put some more water glasses down on it. Then I walk over to the guys that are standing around waiting to get on the field to see if they want any water. “It’s about damn time, water girl.” Most of the guys say, but there are some. The freshmen thanked me. But that will soon change once they hear what the other guys call me and the way they treat me, then they will start doing the same. Once that set of guy’s head on the field, the ones that were on the field head off it, so I do the same thing for them. I walk up to them and pour water into the mouths of the ones that want water and get shoved to the side by the ones that don’t want water. God, I really don’t know why I am doing this… I really hate football. But it's either this or having to hear my dad complain about me not doing anything. By the end of practice I have everything packed up, and ready to head to the locker room when Rock and his friend Damion walk up behind me, pushing me so hard I fall and the bottles in my hands go flying around the field. “Oh, damn water girl, I didn’t see you standing there.” Rock says, then bends down to help me up to my feet, but I slap his hand away. “Now, now, River, is that anyway to treat your sum to be stepbrother?” Rock chuckles. God, I hope not. “My dad will never marry your mother. He loved my mother too much.” I spit at him and he sees red. Rock lifts me up off the ground by my shirt, hauling me into his body. “You listen to me, you little bitch.” “James Martinez, put River down right now.” Coach barks at him and Rock chunks me to the ground and I land on my butt hard. Once everyone heads to the locker room, I get up and start gathering the bottles that went flying a minute ago back up and put them back in the bags. Coach must have stayed behind because he helped me with the bottles. “You know, Ms. Darby, you really shouldn’t let them boys treat you that way.” I know I shouldn’t, but I really don’t have any choice. “Thanks coach I say.” Once he helps me up and gives me the bags to carry to the locker room. “River, I’ve known your dad for a long time, and I don’t think he would be too happy to know how bad things are for you at school.” “No offense, coach, but you must not know my dad as well as you think you do, because my father couldn’t care less.” I walk on into the locker room without another word./0/24714/coverorgin.jpg?v=cc282b10fd2ae473b098458bc0a5fe15&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The mafia's possession.
The mafia's possession. Subtitle; You became mine the moment you stole from me. Synopsis. "Heaven knows I did not mean to do this to you," Melanie said as she stared at the unconscious man lying before her then at the dollar bill she had stolen from him. She did not doubt that the money would be enough for her mother's surgery. ** Melanie was on her way to the grocery store a few months later when she bumped into someone. She creased her forehead and wondered where she had seen those green eyes piercing dangerously into her blue eyes. ''You should watch where you are going, Miss Melanie Tatum.'' The man even knew her name! She widened her eyes in utmost surprise. ''Do I know you?'' She asked, slowly. The man said nothing but only chuckled. Melanie turned to leave when his strong hand grabbed her arm. ''I see you had a very good life with my money, Melanie,'' The man said in an accent. ''W...which money?'' Melanie shuttered. ''The money you stole, Sweetheart.'' He smiled dangerously, tightening his grip on Melanie's arm. Melanie widened her eyes as she remembered the man in front of her. Damn! Her world will never remain the same. Writer; Zohaa./0/85386/coverorgin.jpg?v=84047f24f290e9efa733d879d871772d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Illusion Of His Love
The private jet was a symbol of my high-flying life with Ethan Vance, my husband and tech empire co-founder. But then he slid a contract across the table, demanding I sign away my company share, declaring it was to repay a debt to his supposedly lost first love, Scarlett. As I hesitated, he had his bodyguards throw my younger sister, Lily, from the plane, her terrified screams swallowed by the roar of the engines. I was left utterly broken, locked in a freezing basement, my mother' s cherished bracelet shattered, her grave desecrated – all while Ethan paraded Scarlett as his fiancée, even forcing me to be her maid of honor. How could the man I loved destroy everything I held dear, believing a manipulative con artist' s lies, and feel no remorse? Yet, as I walked down the aisle at their wedding, a defiant plan ignited within me: freedom, no matter the cost./0/44181/coverorgin.jpg?v=aec6c81ea1e6f75ade0f5bdeeccd04b1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Kidnap The Princess To Be My Bride
Today is the best day of my life. Finally I will be married to the person who truly loves me. From this long term I was waiting for him. It's true that whatever you have in your destiny you will get it sooner or later. "you're looking gorgeous sister" Shubhadrangi complement me Chitrangada is standing there with a sour face. She isn't happy for me. It's not that I expected her to be. Suddenly the door of my chamber burst open and Yuvraj came inside. " what are you doing here? It's not appropriate for you to come now in a princesses chamber without taking permission." Shubhadrangi said sternly "I'm here to take what's rightfully mine, my bride with me." He said and I looked at him in horror What is he talking about? "Yuvraj leave my chamber this instant. I made my choice and you're not my choice." I screamed at him "I was always your destiny princess your choice doesn't matter." He said and all the girls including my sisters fainted "what did you do to them? Who are you?" I asked because he isn't a normal person "I'm your destiny Agnishikha or I Say Paheli," he said and I felt darkness around me as he carry me in his arms I'm abducted from my own marriage with this last thought I lost my senses.. Want to know what happened between them? Then join the princess in this journey It's a historical fiction with touch of fantasy so you will find many unusual things./0/19523/coverorgin.jpg?v=cfa68bfe08518609c82bcef1fd894783&imageMogr2/format/webp)
