Romance Books for Women
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The 99th Time We Fell Apart
My first life ended alone in a hospital room, not with a bang, but with the quiet hum of an IV. My husband, Ethan Lester, had spent months tearing me down, flaunting an affair, and relentlessly pursuing a divorce. It was only after death, in an empty void, that the shattering truth unfolded: Ethan had pancreatic cancer, a secret burden he bore alone. His cruelty was a desperate, twisted act of love, a brutal attempt to push me away so I wouldn't witness his agonizing decline. He even took his own life after my funeral, convinced I'd find happiness with my ex. Then I woke up, alive, the familiar scent of our apartment filling my lungs. Across from me sat Ethan, divorce papers clutched in his hand, his eyes a mask of indifference. "This is the 99th time, Jocelyn," he said, "Sign them. My girlfriend is pregnant." In my past life, those words broke me. But this time, seeing the subtle tremor in his hand, the deep circles under his eyes, I knew I was facing the same painful charade. Why would he go to such lengths to push me away? What kind of love forces such a cruel deception? I picked up the papers, slowly, deliberately, and tore them in half. I knew his secret. And this time, I wouldn't let him die./0/49468/coverorgin.jpg?v=f00b3349aa0c328eb8c2ca7ec46a9bbd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Bad Boys Don't Have Hearts
Ever wonder how it's felt like to have an obsessed f**ker as the only hier of a prestigious school, Silver Hill College. The most popular in England. Meant for both the High Class, Riches and even the Poor gets to study there?? Surprising Right?? ••GET F**K TO GET GET ADMITTED•• that's Reed Knight rules. Either you agree, or forget your dream of schooling there. What happens if Carly decided to study there? Will she agree to his stupid rules or call of her admission? What happens if she actually become a student, and also the target of Reed? Can't wait to meet the college brats and get hooked with crazy dramas?/0/83102/coverorgin.jpg?v=7e10d9fefb8a0d1bc410c1696d9de0e9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Marriage of Lies
I was living a dream, Sarah from a small New England town, swept into a fairytale marriage with Ethan, a charismatic and incredibly wealthy tech CEO, my rock after my parents' tragic deaths. Our perfect world shattered when, eight months pregnant, a sudden, searing pain stole our child, though somehow I was "saved" by Dr. Chloe Rinsen, the very intern implicated in my mother's death, now hailed as a miracle worker. But then, I stumbled upon a conversation between Ethan and Chloe, revealing the chilling truth: my medical crisis was induced, our baby' s death was "collateral damage," and my entire marriage had been a meticulous sham, orchestrated purely for Chloe' s discredited career comeback. My mother' s death, my father' s financial ruin and heart attack, even my new life, had all been a dark, calculated play; my husband was protecting the woman who destroyed my family, systematically poisoning me in my own home, and culminated in her confessing everything on a yacht before staging an attack to have Ethan' s security break my leg. Bleeding and broken on that deck, as the festive music mocked me, a cold, desperate clarity pierced through the agony: there was only one way out of this meticulously crafted nightmare, only one way to reclaim my shattered life, and with nothing left to lose, I threw myself into the churning, dark sea./0/62296/coverorgin.jpg?v=7356c1bfc14505fcc18b2c15533d1d85&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Forbidden Love: Dangerous Addiction
Tiffany let out an exasperated breath. She was right. She had been right about him all along. He was nothing but a rich arrogant prat. Unfortunately she wasn't about to waste her energy on people like him. "How about we pretend we never met and just work?" She said to him, keeping her tone cold and eyes firm. Ronald made a face. "Wait, don't tell me you are thinking I came here for something other than work?" Tiffany's eyes widened. "What?" He approached her, closing up the distance between them. "Earlier on, you seem to have so much interest in my face," he said, lowering his lips to whisper the words into her ears. "Don't tell me you are already thinking of something else to do with me other than work...perhaps..." Tiffany gulped roughly and bit down on her lower lip. "..." ********* Ronald Ryker is the heir of a well-known conglomerate and was constantly surrounded by women. But none of them moved him. Not until he met Tiffany, a single mother and older woman who immediately captured his attention. But Tiffany had no interest in him. Not in his wealth and definitely not his hot look./0/84823/coverorgin.jpg?v=18b52ce5074293f30c6ceacd5aaef2fa&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Assistant's Awakening
For three years, I believed I was living a dream, curated by the renowned architect Liam Maxwell, a life where I served as his live-in assistant, blurring professional and personal lines. He mentored me, showered me with gifts, and praised my "brilliant" insights, making me believe I was valued, cherished even, an unspoken affection lingering between us. That illusion shattered when I overheard Liam describe me as "just a glorified intern, useful for fetching coffee and making my designs look better by comparison." He scoffed, adding, "She\'s so dependent on this job, she\'d never leave, even if she knew the truth. Her family needs the money." The world tilted. Every kind word, every thoughtful gift, every professional opportunity twisted into acts of cynical manipulation. I wasn\'t a protégé; I was a tool, a punchline in a cruel joke. The man I had admired, depended on, melted away, replaced by a calculating stranger. A cold rage replaced the hurt, a silent vow to reclaim my worth. How could I have been so blind? So utterly used? How much of my life had I truly wasted on his elaborate charade? The moment he tossed a new file on my desk, demanding renderings by morning, I looked up. "Of course, Liam," I said, a perfect imitation of the naive girl I used to be, knowing that this time, the performance was for me, marking the precise moment I decided to walk away and discover my true value./0/83728/coverorgin.jpg?v=5368d8ab3610484a99e6856bf2ebaace&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Second Life, A Fiercer Love
The gavel fell, sealing my fate as a spectacle on a hidden auction stage in New Orleans. My once-great family, the Sinclairs, was bankrupt, and my parents had sold me. Just hours before, my fiancé, Liam Vanderbilt, had broken our engagement, his handsome face a mask of pity as he declared a Vanderbilt couldn't be associated with disgrace. Now, I was a piece of property, and the man who bid for me was Jax Devereaux, my lifelong rival. In my first life, I spat at him, screaming I'd rather die than be his charity case. I still believed Liam would save me. I was a fool. My rejection humiliated Jax, and a man named Julian Croft bought me instead. He was a monster, putting a diamond choker around my neck, and my life became a living hell. When Liam saw me later, he laughed, calling me "high-class trash." I learned Jax died trying to save me-the woman who publicly shamed him. The abuse, the betrayal, Jax' s sacrifice… it was too much. I found a way to end it all. Then I woke up, back on that stage, the auctioneer's voice booming: "Jax Devereaux bids one million dollars. Going once…" This time, I didn't hesitate. "I accept." My voice was quiet but clear, cutting through the silence. Jax, typically arrogant, was utterly speechless. He had expected a fight, a scene, another public rejection. He didn't get one. Instead, he got me, and I kissed him, hard and desperate-a silent 'thank you,' 'I'm sorry,' and 'please, don't let Julian get me.' But Julian Croft, the monster from my past, was already banging on Jax's penthouse door, screaming that I was his property. My body trembled, the memories of torture flooding back. How could I escape him again, now that he knew where I was? And what was Julian' s real connection to this horrifying human trafficking ring?/0/86231/coverorgin.jpg?v=5c0af2b0d2bb1de3e02ad32391ae6602&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Price of Deception, A Broken Man
For three years, every ache in my artist' s hands, every mile on my delivery bike, every humiliating monster costume in a haunted escape room, had a purpose: Sophia. "Her mother is sick," she' d told me, her eyes wet, "crushed by a mountain of medical debt." So, I worked, pouring every dollar and ounce of my being into a future where her worry would finally vanish. But on a Saturday night, lurking in the stale, fog-filled hall of that escape room, an emergency exit burst open, flooding the space with laughter. And out stumbled Sophia, tangled up with a man, Liam, in an expensive suit, his hand possessively on her waist. "My boyfriend is one of these poor, struggling types," she sneered, oblivious to my presence behind the flimsy foam mask. "An artist. It's almost cute, in a sad way. He thinks my mom's sick. The fool." The world tilted. My vision blurred. She wasn' t just with another man; she was mocking my every sacrifice. Then, a check for fifty thousand dollars, signed by Liam Davis, fluttered from her dropped purse. I, the "starving artist," the "toy," the "fool," had been systematically fleeced, my love twisted into a sick joke. The real Sophia – vibrant, passionate, and deeply in love with Liam – appeared on a security monitor, kissing him, shielding him from the camera, as employees whispered about their engagement. "She' s been playing him this whole time," one said, a chilling confirmation of my shattered reality. Her "mom," Evelyn Davis, Liam' s mother, appeared in a photograph on my nightstand - stark evidence of Sophia' s audacious lies. "It' s over, Sophia," I whispered, broken, walking away from the screams and lies, embracing the cold, hard choice of letting go. Now, stripped of everything, lost and collapsing on a wet street, I knew one thing: I was done waiting for her./0/40395/coverorgin.jpg?v=df0443e78532f173548e43ab917c3b06&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Forbidden Attraction - Jasmim
Jasmim is a sweet girl in the midst of a life that turned bitter at the age of five when she lost her father, a soldier in the Brazilian army, in the line of duty. Now at twenty-three, returning home from a past she wishes to forget with all her might, all this beautiful and sweet woman wants is to take care of her mother, work in his restaurant, and attend college of visual arts so she can finally fulfill her dream of becoming a great photographer. But all this will be but a blur when she comes face to face with her new neighbor Meyer. At twenty-five, as charismatic as he is problematic, the young German is returning to Brazil with his mother to run the Meyer Haus, a nightclub that hides the big international traffic Meyer runs on behalf of his father. Two different worlds, opposites, that will connect in an intense and inexplicable way. Daughter of a military man, military man is. Mafioso's son, mafioso is! Can love change two considerably opposite destinies? Or are they not so opposite? Come and find out!/0/21779/coverorgin.jpg?v=76f73c9d172dae6ab815d1101a82a919&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Bullied To Love
"Come back!" he says after taking a sip of the coffee. I walk back and stand in front of him. "What do you think you are doing bringing me cold coffee!" "It w-was hot when I bro-brought it..." I stammer. "Shut your mouth!" his loud voice booms." I don't want to hear any nonsense excuses from you. Do you see those boxes behind you? They are filled with files. I want them arranged in alphabetical order and ready by 12:00p.m. Am I clear?" he says in a harsh voice. I widen my eyes when I see the size of the stack of boxes behind me. There is no way I am going to be done by noon. I am about to tell him when he says, "I know you are going to say that you won't be able to finish before noon, but the truth is I don't care. I want you to finish and I don't care how you do it." he says coldly and turns around. I knew there was no turning back because I signed my life away to the devil. I will have to bear whatever he does to me. What a way to start my first day! _________________________________________________________ Katherine Luciano is a beautiful lady, living with her single mom. She did not know her life would take a different turn the day she goes for a job interview. She meets the one person she wishes she never sees again in her life. The one person who made her high school the worst time of her life, Lorenzo Costanzo. A well-known person in society. He has the looks, the fame, the money, and everything with a lot of mysterious secrets. Does she fall prey to his wrath once again, or change the heart of a cold man/0/42898/coverorgin.jpg?v=650327a6fb8d9993836ddab4da857005&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Happy Ending
Once upon a time, a man and a woman with completely different stories met through a person in common. He has a young son whom he raises alone, and the help of his younger brother, after the death of the child's mother. She, who after an event in the past discovers that she can never have children, biological ones. She is lonely. He has his family. She is always smiling. He is methodical. A simple encounter makes the story of these two increasingly intertwined and passionate./0/26785/coverorgin.jpg?v=bec8999f492722f78cd5e32ce6d517db&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Tides Of Love - Flash Marriage
She was in it, to escape a forced marriage. He was in it, because of her. Lana Lang, is the golden daughter of the Lang empire. Or so the world thought. She wanted nothing more than her parent's love and attention but all that was given to her little brother. Sometimes she'd wonder if she was truly a daughter of her parents or she just couldn't meet their expectations. Forced to marry a good for nothing man, by her ever so controlling parents. She rebelled and took it to herself to choose a Man way better than her parent's choice. In a night, she acquired a husband and became his legally married wife. ***** "Sir, your wife is about to get married to someone else." With an evil smile, a certain Man replied, "Set up a press conference immediately, it's time to announce to the world. Who my wife is." Disclaimer: This story is purely fictional. Characters, places, and names are only my imagination./0/84041/coverorgin.jpg?v=e59a45c8d48c0a46892eab02c30d831d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Wife He Broke, The Woman Who Rose
My husband, Andrew, came home tonight, and he wasn't alone. Standing beside him was his high-school sweetheart, Sabrina Chavez, her hand resting conspicuously on her swollen belly. Then, he dropped the bombshell: Sabrina would be his public partner, she was pregnant, and our marriage was a mistake. He called me barren, an embarrassment from the mountains, and declared he was being generous by not divorcing me, condemning me to stay unseen. My world tilted, because I was four months pregnant, secretly carrying our child, a truth he dismissed with cruel words. The next morning, his security team dumped my belongings in the cold, damp basement - a place not for living, but for storage. My old illness, the one I got saving him, returned with a vengeance, and a sharp pain told me I was losing our baby. Then I watched them chainsaw down the cherry blossom tree Andrew and I planted, a brutal symbol of our love' s end. Days later, Andrew accused me of making Sabrina miscarry, though I knew it wasn't my doing. He beat me, kicked me until I curled on the floor, and in that agony, my baby was gone. He locked me in the basement, bleeding, broken, but a cold fire began to burn inside me. I mailed the signed divorce papers and left my tiny son, wrapped in cloth, for Andrew to find. Then, I set fire to my old life, burning it all to ashes, and whispered, "I' m coming home. For expansion." I escaped into the night, ready to reclaim my power./0/86544/coverorgin.jpg?v=be97346bd8c9bbbfe1a51def2cfb7b00&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Beg For Me, My Love
The steady hum of my tattoo gun was usually my sanctuary, but today, it couldn't drown out the screaming numbers on Olivia' s medical bill-a crushing reminder that my artistic integrity wouldn't save my sister. Then the bell above the door chimed, and she walked back into my life, a ghost from a past I' d desperately tried to outrun. Sophia Davis, the woman I' d chosen to brutally abandon five years ago to protect her from my "unworthy" existence, now stood in my humble studio, elegant and cold, looking like she' d stepped straight off a magazine cover. She didn't come to reminisce; she came to collect, dropping a blank check on Olivia's bill and declaring, "I want to see you beg, Ethan." My pride demanded I refuse, but the image of Olivia's frail face forced the humiliating words from my lips: "Please, Sophia, I need this job. I… I'll do anything." She watched, her eyes gleaming with triumph, before labeling me her "trophy artist," a personal possession to be controlled. I thought I understood her cold, calculated revenge-until a late-night call from her best friend led me to Sophia, drunk and vulnerable, muttering, "Get Ethan. He's my dog. He has to come when I call." As I carried her home, the ice queen slipped, hinting at a pain just as deep as mine, and a lingering desire to see me./0/67928/coverorgin.jpg?v=e8b806d5f1f44bdf31bb28ba7f807dc6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Divorce after Marriage
Ava made a huge mistake when she was in college by getting married to her college sweetheart, she didn't know that life wasn't all sweet and beautiful. In a loveless marriage, she decided that she needed to set both her and Miles free, she shouldn't have ever done what she did at the beginning, she knew she had been obsessed and she needed to kill that obsession. After divorce, Miles finally realises that he has feelings for her, but would she be able to fall in love with all over again, after all he did?. Or will they keep going in circles just to try and find a way around their feelings?!. Find out./0/30696/coverorgin.jpg?v=b9ce656d2b80de53a5dbebf10a77ab71&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Terribly Gorgeous
Riley Carson had no idea she'd wind up as the school's pariah when a wager was placed to see whether she'd fall in love with Mitch Lingston. With stories swirling about, she has no choice but to attempt to remain under the radar. Riley's plans to spend the remainder of the year alone are dashed when Alex Kinley, the school's known bad boy, expresses interest in her. What happens when she befriends the bad boy?/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."/0/75437/coverorgin.jpg?v=ab69dfe7180ce644d4677c876684024a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The lustful tale
This is the most steamiest and hottest story you would ever find. Prepare to have your mind blown by series of sexcapades between couples, friends, enemies and even families. This book is filled with mouth watering scenes that would leave you wet or hard as a rock Note: rated 18+. Read at your own risk./0/85449/coverorgin.jpg?v=ecf6b0d7841088b50e909f7d5da5cf94&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Nine Divorces, One Last Stand
Five years. Nine court dates. One thousand eight hundred and twenty-five days of a marriage on trial. Today, my husband, Mark Thompson, filed for divorce for the ninth time. As if his infidelity with Sarah Miller wasn' t enough, he stood in court, tears in his mistress' s eyes, dramatically presenting a positive pregnancy test and declared, "It's time for Chloe to let me go." But I had proof. A grainy surveillance video from our living room, showing Mark, drunk, begging me not to leave, then savagely biting my earlobe in a desperate, animalistic act of possession. The judge, clearly fed up with Mark' s theatrics, denied the petition. Mark, enraged, swore he' d keep fighting until I was out of his life for good. His words rang true just three nights later. I was poisoned at a dinner, doubling over in searing pain, gasping for air. Mark found me clutching my stomach, but instead of helping, he dismissed my agony, saying, "Stop faking it, Chloe. You' re just drunk." Then he drove away, leaving me to bleed on the dark street, his chilling threat echoing in the night: "Just obey, or I' ll file for divorce again at the next hearing. I' ll make sure it' s the tenth and final one." As his taillights vanished, a profound stillness settled over me. This wasn't just a physical wound; it was a soul-deep laceration, cauterized by his indifference. Lying there, alone and abandoned, a decision formed in my mind, crystal clear and devoid of emotion. I was done./0/90455/coverorgin.jpg?v=88b789714e1328b63f7f889d07dcc96f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Perfect Lie: His Doll Wife
I was a good architect, overseeing my dream project, until a fire on the 45th floor burned my life to the ground. I saved a man, but in return, the flames took my face and my future, leaving me a disfigured monster. Then he appeared like a savior—Carter Long, the brilliant plastic surgeon I’d secretly loved for years. He promised to restore me. He promised to protect me. He even married me. After two years of painful surgeries, the day the final bandages came off, he handed me a mirror. The face staring back was a beautiful stranger's. He showed me a photo of an influencer, a woman named Gia. "My one true love," he said, a wistful look in his eyes. I had been sculpted into her perfect replica. His plan was monstrous. I was to be her body double, a living shield to protect her from scandals. "You are my masterpiece," he said coldly. "You owe me." I stared at the man I had married, the man who promised to save me. He threatened to release photos of my burned face if I disobeyed. He wasn't my savior; he was my creator and my jailer. My reflection mocked me. I wasn't Alysha Jones anymore. I was a copy, a counterfeit trapped in a gilded cage built on his obsession. And I had no way out./0/18494/coverorgin.jpg?v=90815d27a25f5394bf597bb1f6658d26&imageMogr2/format/webp)
