Romance Books for Women
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Love unspeakable
Note that the famale lead real name is isabella,not Mirabel.It was corrected to isabella in chapter two. Love unspeakable volume one (part one). Novel synopsis Betrayed and abandoned by James, who is deceived into believing she is a prostitute, Isabella Laurent loses everything including love, trust, and family wealth. Alone and heartbroken, she meets Frederick, a billionaire scarred by betrayal, who helps her rediscover love and faith. As their bond grows, Isabella rises in Frederick's company, turning heartbreak into power, intelligence, and influence. But darkness lingers. Janet and Lydia, jealous of Isabella's strength, murdered her father and stole his fortune. Now, they fear her ascent and plot her downfall. Veronica, Frederick's cunning ex, returns with a child and falsified DNA tests, attempting to claim him. Frederick resists, but can he protect Isabella from a web of lies, deceit, and danger? Will Isabella reclaim her father's legacy? Can love survive amidst betrayal and ambition? And who truly watches from the shadows, ready to strike when least expected?/0/20178/coverorgin.jpg?v=2165a105d7950c1318e04098a08c7c1d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Autumn Book 1
Autumn is no ordinary fifteen year old girl she has secrets so deep she is afraid to share them with anyone can Mathew Harding a university graduate in physiology over come her fears and talk about hers secrets to come out of the dark. The hard headed red haired goth girl stirs the male popularity in new school including Connor Harborne and Daniel Harrison who come very attached to her and past but they are hiding a deep dark secret of their own. Will all be revealed y the end of year eleven or will their be still secrets held tightly to these three friends./0/58463/coverorgin.jpg?v=2cecee579afa294bfb578c59083948b7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Whispers In The Heart
On the tenth anniversary of our marriage, I received a photo of my husband in bed. The mistress flaunted it in front of me, boasting, "The one who is not loved is the real third party." I laughed uncontrollably. She may not know that besides her and other mistresses, my husband also has a "moonlight" hidden in his heart for ten years. In order to be with the "moonlight", he even made up stories like the "moonlight" being his cousin./0/84419/coverorgin.jpg?v=92f2813ff16638919aeab70793a1d3a1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Wedding He Lost
For eight years, I played the perfect high-society fiancée to Andrew Lester, a man consumed by guilt, whose emotional distance masked a disturbing fixation on his "niece," Molly. I silently endured his self-imposed celibacy, convinced his aloofness was just his penance. But weeks before our wedding, I found a positive pregnancy test in our bathroom trash. It wasn't mine. Hours later, the man who hadn't touched me in years stormed into my bedroom and his hands closed around my throat. "Where is she?" he whispered, desperate, then chillingly revealed, "She's pregnant, Jennifer. With my child." My heart didn't break; it turned to ice as he choked me while begging for the girl carrying his baby. Then, the ultimate betrayal: thrown into our freezing pool by his guards, I watched him comfort Molly, heard him call me a "shield," right before a sharp, agonizing pain erupted. I looked down to see a dark plume of blood in the water. I was losing my baby. I woke in a bare guest room, branded "dramatic" for bleeding out in his pool. Later, Molly, with a smirk, told me she' d removed my roses for her fake allergies and that Andrew only married me "for show." Moments later, she faked a fall into the pool, shrieking about her baby, and Andrew, without hesitation, slapped me across the face, utterly blind to her deception. The sting on my cheek, the taste of blood in my mouth, and his complete devotion to her lie finally shattered my last illusion. He had made his choice. Now, I would make mine./0/37374/coverorgin.jpg?v=98a12b67d0bdb761068bf3de9b463050&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Hiding the Billionaire Mafia's Twin.
In the alluring world of Sicilian high society, Fiorella's life takes a dramatic turn after a fateful night with Tito Denero, the enigmatic billionaire with ties to the mafia. Despite being engaged to childhood sweetheart Dante Mancini, Fiorella finds herself pregnant with Tito's twins, leading to a tangled web of secrets and betrayal. Years later, Fiorella is consumed by a singular desire for revenge against Tito, blaming him for her father's death. Little does she know, Tito is not only the man she seeks vengeance upon but also the father of her children. As fate intertwines their paths once more, Fiorella must confront her feelings for both Tito and Dante amidst simmering tensions and unresolved passions. love, betrayal, and redemption, Fiorella grapples with decisions that could shatter hearts and alter destinies. Will she succumb to the lure of revenge, or will she find the courage to forgive and embrace a future fraught with unexpected twists? Dive into a world where passion collides with duty, and where the past holds the key to a turbulent yet captivating future./0/41592/coverorgin.jpg?v=21fa891623dd79a37b4c9367a71982aa&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Hiding her quituplets from CEO daddy
When Brigitta discovered her husband's appalling betrayal involving her stepsister and best friend, her world crumbled. Her subsequent divorce led her to a local bar, where a chance encounter with a charismatic stranger resulted in a passionate night. Five years later, she found herself back in her hometown, with five beautiful children and an ailing grandmother in desperate need of medical care. In the face of these dire circumstances, Brigitta made the drastic decision to impersonate her stepsister and enter into a marriage with Ragnar Marshall, the seemingly ill and vegetative son of the notorious Wigglesworth family. Her surprise was palpable when Ragnar was revealed as the continent's wealthiest CEO, a man whose features mirrored her children's. Yet, disturbing rumors about Ragnar compelled her to shield her children from him. How long could she keep them hidden, especially when they were so determined to make Ragnar Marshall their daddy?/0/38672/coverorgin.jpg?v=78bfba8c16d960efdc5ef5e80225be8f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Final Love
Synopsis: Lily Greyson is a single mom, with a 2 year old son. She owns a bakery and runs it alongside her best friend. She is devoted, hardworking, and sassy all in one person. She stays with her grandmother, and has been caring for her ever since. Cayden McLou is a 30 year old ruthless COO (Chief Operations Officer), he never believed in love, he was never with one woman twice. He is athletic, determined, and does not go back on his words, very protective when it comes to family. He turns out to be Lily's father's best friend. These two bump into each other and start off against each other and their differences. What happens when, they both start seeing each other in a different way. Do they fall in love? Or do they fight the love they have for each other?/0/83446/coverorgin.jpg?v=9150bd8fdde965ff1fc4ee90cac0de18&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Soulmate Betrayal
It ended in a tub of cold, red water, inside the luxurious cabin on Puget Sound Julian called our "gilded cage." For a year, he had tortured me, his wife, driven by the belief my family murdered his high school sweetheart, Summer Hayes, so I could have her heart. My final act was an escape. But death brought no peace. Instead, I hovered, a translucent spirit, watching Julian find my body. I waited for shock, for panic. Instead, a slow, cold smile spread across his handsome face. He didn't rush to my side; he laughed. A guttural sound of pure triumph, tears of victory streaming down his face. My death wasn't a tragedy to him; it was the final act of his revenge. From the shadows, I watched as he scattered my ashes to the wind, declaring me "trash," dismissing my last handwritten note about a chocolate cake without a second glance. I died thinking this was his ultimate victory. But as a silent, weightless shadow, something shifted. I felt his thoughts, intrusive and unwanted, turning from his lost love to me. A terrifying doubt began to blossom: What if his entire crusade, his all-consuming hatred, was built on a horrifying lie? What if his Summer hadn't been murdered at all? I, Elara, the woman he swore was a thief, his greatest enemy, became a prisoner even in death, bound to witness the unraveling of the monster I had foolishly loved. He thought he won, but he was about to learn that my passing wasn't the end of his torment. It was just the beginning. And I would be there, a silent witness, to his agonizing, self-inflicted destruction./0/58139/coverorgin.jpg?v=16f81d7c70200d83b2dc3235d3f47370&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Groom For The Day
Tanya Darlington's well-planned future collapses when she catches her best friend and bridesmaid in bed with her fiancé the day before their wedding. Devastated and heartbroken, Tanya finds herself crying on a darkened street when a man, chased by armed men, rushes towards her. She impulsively unlocks her car to help him, making herself a target in the process. In their hideout, adrenaline-fueled passion ignites between Tanya and the mysterious stranger, leading her to throw caution to the wind for the first time in years. Only for her to learn the following morning that her famous musician fiance was determined not to let a "little" misunderstanding stop the wedding. It was meant to be the wedding of the year, and he wouldn't "allow" anything to ruin his good image. Furious and desperate, she makes a bold decision: she asks the stranger to be her groom for the day. Will he accept her proposal? What does he stand to gain? Who is this enigmatic man, and what are the consequences of such an impulsive choice? This story is filled with suspenseful plot twists, steamy moments, unexpected turns, and, of course, love. Enjoy!/0/87015/coverorgin.jpg?v=1820f80d27ff1511ba360b422aa17832&imageMogr2/format/webp)
When Love Became A Lie
The wedding dress, a Parisian dream, hung ready. My guardian, Daniel Hayes, the man stepping into the role of my husband in three weeks, surveyed me with possessive eyes. Everything was perfect, almost too perfect for the girl who lost her parents and world in a fire, only to be taken in by a generous "uncle." Then, his phone buzzed. A name popped up: "Sarah." And beneath it, a picture of a smiling woman and a small boy grinning at the camera, with a message: "Kev and I are waiting. Don't be late." My perfectly constructed world began to crack. He admitted it-Sarah was his fiancée ten years ago, before she left him. I was merely a "substitute," a convenient look-alike to fill the void she left. His affection, his care, our shared love-all a calculated lie. Then, an anonymous email confirmed my worst fears: he was still seeing her, even now, on the eve of our wedding. "You're a monster," I told him, tears streaming down my face. He just stared, unmoved, his voice like ice: "The wedding will go on as planned, Olivia. You will not embarrass me." He wanted me to be a dutiful wife, a pawn in his twisted game. The pre-wedding gala was a public humiliation. Sarah appeared, triumphant, with her son. Daniel, caught between us, didn't defend me. He paraded me before the woman he truly desired. It wasn't just betrayal; it was torture. And then came the ultimate blow: he hit me, in front of them, leading to the devastating loss of our unborn child. Lying in the hospital, my heart hollow, I let him believe his feigned remorse. He wanted to "make it right," to "send them away." He thought he still had me, the forgiving, wounded woman. But the girl who loved him had died in that studio, with our child. A new plan, cold and sharp, began to form in the hollow space where my heart used to be./0/20503/coverorgin.jpg?v=9593fd7c635f56d01cd926586da15c3e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Bleeding Rose
Abused, tortured, forced A desperate woman would do anything to save herself from her abusive husband, In order to escape her husband, she would do the impossible to be free But what if the only way out for her, is that she had to die and be forgotten. But can the dead stay dead for long My name is Rose Richards and this is my story/0/80851/coverorgin.jpg?v=9d9862a93ab2db361468b36717a56bfa&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Love He Couldn't See
My lungs were failing, but my music was finally taking flight. I was a dying folk singer, determined to record my father's unfinished songs – a legacy. A grant from the prestigious Astor Family Arts Foundation felt like a miracle, a chance to complete my final masterpiece. Then, the “miracle” became a nightmare. The foundation was run by Ethan's family—my ex-fiancé's. And then *she* crashed into my world: Bella Thorne, America's sweetheart pop star, Ethan's new, very public girlfriend, announced she'd "collaborate." It wasn't collaboration; it was a hostile takeover. Bella and her producers butchered my raw sound, demanding synths and demanding co-writing credits on my father's decades-old lyrics. They wanted to make it "pop," to erase me. Bella's cruel jabs became relentless, each comment a tiny cut. My health, already fractured, spiraled with the stress—coughing fits, nosebleeds I desperately tried to hide. Ethan, the man I once loved, stood by, a silent, unreadable observer, always by *her* side. He watched my spirit being systematically dismantled. Then, in a moment of manufactured fury, Bella "accidentally" slammed my father's vintage guitar to the floor, splitting it in two. The guitar wasn't just wood; it was my soul, my last connection to him. Bella then posted a tearful video, portraying herself as heartbroken, casting *me* as the volatile drama queen. The internet, fueled by carefully leaked old photos of Ethan and me, branded me a gold-digging manipulator, faking my illness for attention. Even Ethan, seeing Bella's performance, was convinced. He texted, offering to "replace" my irreplaceable guitar, further proving he never truly understood. I was dying, fighting for my art, and the world thought I was faking. How could he be so blind? With trembling fingers, I deleted Ethan's contact. My legacy, my final gift, was being ripped apart, but I wouldn't let them silence the truth in my music. I had to protect it, even if it cost me everything./0/39646/coverorgin.jpg?v=e98b83a6721400f48280aef51b2df6ba&imageMogr2/format/webp)
First time meeting you
Will Kate ever be able to forgive the man who made her lose her virginity for a one-night stand and caused her to become pregnant? After losing her memory, Kate fell in love with the same man, but when she was able to regain it, the bitterness and hatred she had for him returned. Ken was discovered by the witch while searching for a body to enter since he is attracted to Kate's undeniably attractive figure and wants to get her into bed. Can this sturdy love be stopped by the witch? It contains tales of love, emotion, hatred, betrayal, ungraciousness, and wicked power./0/84420/coverorgin.jpg?v=af080a666d64d7f5d33ba3a832dfc3b5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Stolen Scripts, Shattered Life
My film career was soaring, my dreams finally within reach. Then, the word "Plagiarist!" echoed through the festival hall, a death knell for everything I' d built. Industry contacts vanished, my name became a hashtag for fraud, and my working-class parents, who' d sacrificed everything, disowned me. Just as I contemplated tearing up my life, producer Ethan Scott appeared, a charismatic savior who saw through the lies, stood by me, and whisked me away to a secluded Austin home. He built me a private editing suite, framed my old scripts, and became my biggest fan, my only audience, convincing me the outside world was too dangerous. For five years, I was safe, loved, and completely isolated-until tonight. Scrolling Instagram, I saw a Sundance hit, "Dust Devil Heart," hailed as a masterpiece by Sabrina Lawrence. Its story was identical to the script I' d just finished, the one I' d read aloud to Ethan. And there, in the background of Sabrina's celebratory photo, was my husband, his arm possessively around her, a look of adoration I hadn't seen in years etched on his face. My "savior" was at Sundance, not in L.A., and everything I believed about my perfect, safe life shattered into a million pieces. I had married the man who orchestrated my downfall and stole my art, turning my life into his "content farm." But he underestimated me. He broke my spirit once, but this time, he just ignited a fire./0/46784/coverorgin.jpg?v=fcb8bf37d787f3f85f360778ad0d7016&imageMogr2/format/webp)
HIS TRUE BEAUTY
“I thought that looks doesn’t matter to you”. She said slowly,cheeks hot with embarrassment. “Ofcourse, but not in your case, ever heard anything like exercise?”he replied unapologetically. All heads in the restaurant turned to their direction. Beauty nodded, trying to conseal her tears. “Yes, I visit the gym regularly , been on a diet for a year now”. “Then it’s worse than I thought!” Bullied for being a plus size since childhood. Beauty Hills had to deal with insecurity ,trauma and depression, most especially self hate. Her name was said to be the exact opposite of her appearances. After many failed toxic relationships, she moved on and got a job in a fashion company. There she had a one sided crush on her terribly handsome and reserved boss,but Who wouldn’t! Not every day you get to see a terribly good looking billionaire who isn’t arrogant or proud of his looks,a top green flag! Every single beauty queen in the company is head over heels! Beauty knows she got no chance to compete with them It’s useless to dream that big! Maybe not…./0/18557/coverorgin.jpg?v=a71ee143d837fdc29cb834bb9f44af2a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Be Your One And Only
The day Irene was dumbed by her boyfriend was the same day that she got engaged. Drunk in sadness and alcohol, Irene found herself answering a tipsy "yes" to Aaron's invitation to marry. By the time she sobered up, she found herself whisked in a marriage with a man she barely knew. At first, each day felt like a honeymoon until, slowly, Aaron unveils his true identity./0/85718/coverorgin.jpg?v=443bc5ade28de75db465df0c04186d42&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Monster Husband, My Salvation
My brother, Ethan, was my whole world, the only light in a home cloaked in shadows, a world where my stepsister, Chloe, reigned supreme, pulling the strings of my father and the man I loved, Dr. Liam Miller. The call came on a Tuesday, pulling me from my mother' s art gallery, and dragging me into a family meeting that would shatter what little peace I had left. Chloe, with a chilling smile, revealed her plan: to marry me off to Noah Blackwood, a reclusive billionaire rumored to be monstrously disfigured, all to settle her own failed engagement and save my father' s crumbling finances. My world crumbled further when I realized Liam, my childhood friend, the man I had painted a thousand times in my dreams, sided with them, his eyes cold and judgmental, dismissing my pleas as "selfish." Then, with a terrifying suddenness, Ethan collapsed, his small body going limp in my arms; a horrifying consequence of an overdose of his heart medication that Chloe had orchestrated, and Liam, ever so blind, had enabled. My rage wasn't just cold anymore; it was a consuming fire, burning away years of fear and submission, leaving me with one clear thought: if I was to be a pawn, I would play this game to win, not just for Ethan' s life, but for my own freedom. I would marry Noah Blackwood, but not as their sacrifice; I would use his power to burn their world to the ground and finally claim justice./0/48082/coverorgin.jpg?v=0feaad67ae0251967b31cd932957563c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Hidden Pleasure
Learndo is a billionaire CEO, he promise himself not to have anything to do with a lady after he saw his finance fucking his stepbrother. Due to a lot of pressure from his mother to get married after setting up series of blind date for him, which of course won't always end well. He bumb into one of his worker in his company who he found suitable for his self as a fake girlfriend so his mother will stay off his neck. Will she accept his proposal to be his girlfriend? Who will fall in love first? Watch out as the love story between Learndo and Imani unfold with beautiful spark to inginte their love. (BLUB) " Sir ?" " What don't you understand miss lerato ? I want you to be my fake girlfriend just for few months " He said his Spanish accent dripping from each word . She stared at the tall handsome blue eyed Devil infront of her like he suddenly grew horns on his head. Was this a new tiktok trend or what ? Yeah this is definitely a tiktok trend, but his next words proved it was far from a tiktok trend . "I'm willing to pay any amount" he said and her jaws literally dropped. ★★★★★★★★★★★★ I kissed her I fvcking kissed Imani immediately my lips met those soft lips I couldn't stop myself . They where just like I Imagined them to be . She froze on the spot as I nibbled on her bottom lip and my hand went over to her waist she sent her hand over my neck trying to meet my pace as she responded to the kiss. Her mouth tasted sweet probably from the wine she drank at party or something. We were just outside the Delgado mansion and I didn't look like I cared about anyone walking in or out at that point. I've been wanting to do this since I met this woman and it felt like a dream come true. I broke the kiss when we were out of breath and she looked at me in shock . "Imani " I tried to go close but she moved backwards. Sh!t "Mi Reina" "I have to go" she said and turned her back towards me immediately. "Imani wait ..." I said and held her hand but she took it off my grip as her eyes stung with tears . " I'm sorry this was not supposed to happen " she muttered under her breath and I stared at her in shock . " Wait what ? I asked in shock". " It was not supposed to happen Mr Delgado , I'm sorry but I'm not that kind of girl" she said and I stared at her. "Imani we are not doing anything wrong " I said trying to go close to her . "You are my Boss" she whispered softly and for some weird reason my heart hurt. I mean is that all she sees me as ? Her Boss and nothing more ./0/83447/coverorgin.jpg?v=5887257e8768f907ddc525a6902379fc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Brewery Heiress's Reckoning
The first thing I remembered from my last life was the smell. Stale beer, blood, and the cheap, cloying perfume Jenna always wore. I was on the cold concrete floor of my brewery, my head bleeding, watching my fiancé, Liam, kiss my best friend, Jenna. They had just pushed me. 'Is she dead?' Jenna asked, pulling away. 'Doesn' t matter,' Liam said, his voice cold. 'With her gone, the brewery is ours. Her parents will be lost.' They left me there to die. In that life, their betrayal led to my family' s ruin and my own demise, bled dry by their endless demands for 'business expenses' that were really just lavish trips and gifts. I perished, feeling the bitter sting of ultimate betrayal and injustice. But then, I somehow returned. I was staring at that same man, my fiancé Liam, very much alive, standing in my parents' living room. He was giving me the exact same ultimatum, demanding my family' s money for his 'Master Brewer program' and Jenna' s living expenses. This was the moment I chose him over my family last time. The moment I signed their death warrant and my own. Not this time. This time, the memory of my own blood on the brewery floor was a burning clarity. This time, Liam and Jenna would pay. This time, I' m strong enough to fight back./0/21802/coverorgin.jpg?v=f38ba57ea5ee69023aee842e2acb6100&imageMogr2/format/webp)
