Romance Books for Women
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I Refuse to Be His Second-Best Choice
My boyfriend, Jenson Fuller, and I had planned to have dinner on Valentine's Day to celebrate the winning of a case, but he had to go back to the law firm to work overtime yet again because of a mistake in Ashley Pearson's case file. I, Denisse Clayton, sat in the corner of the conference room, wearing an uncomfortably tight dress, my hands ice-cold. Jenson closed the case file and said in a deep voice, "You've won so many cases. This is the first time for Ashley to handle files for a criminal case. Cut her some slack." I didn't respond. The dress was so tight that it made it hard for me to breathe, and the zipper was chafing against my side. I stood up to ask him to get me a glass of warm water, only to realize he'd already taken Ashley to the archives. I unlocked my phone and scrolled to Ashley's latest WhatsApp status. "Jenson is personally helping me sort through the case file. Lucky me!" The photo in the status was a selfie of her holding a coffee, with Jenson standing beside her, pointing to the case file and explaining in detail. Jenson pointed gently at the statute with incorrect notes made by her, looking incredibly patient. I pressed my hand to my side and suddenly felt a searing pain from the spot where the zipper had been chafing. This dress was a gift for winning my case he'd given me. It was a size small. It was so tight it felt suffocating on me, but it was the perfect size for Ashley. I suddenly recalled what my professor in college had said, "A defense based on the wrong position can never win, no matter how hard you try." So I took off the tight dress and submitted my request to transfer to the firm's headquarters in Huvella City. And I also decided to leave Jenson./0/85926/coverorgin.jpg?v=e003520e1964899a2afd5bd53ccbda34&imageMogr2/format/webp)
I Dumped My Daughter's Father
The sweet scent of vanilla filled our kitchen, a fragile peace before the storm of Lily' s fifth birthday. Then, my husband Mark's phone buzzed with the name "Scarlett," shattering any illusion of our perfect life. Later, I found receipts for a diamond necklace and private school tuition-all for Scarlett' s daughter, not our own. My husband stood by, watching as his mistress' s daughter, Daisy, taunted Lily, proudly displaying gifts from her "Daddy." That night, a news alert flashed across my phone: "Tech Mogul Mark Davis Rekindles Romance with Childhood Sweetheart Scarlett Vance? Seen on a Cozy Family Outing with Vance and Her Look-alike Daughter, Daisy." He walked in at 2 a.m., oblivious to the wreckage he' d left in his wake. "How was your party, Mark?" I asked, holding up the damning picture. He denied nothing, offering flimsy excuses about "responsibility" and "old times' sake." But when I found out he was paying for Daisy' s schooling, my control snapped. "What do you want, Ava? A divorce?" he challenged. "Yes," I said, the word tasting like ash in my mouth. He panicked, pleading for a second chance, weaving a tale of blackmail. "Prove it," I told him, demanding a postnup: if he strayed again, I' d take everything. He signed, thinking he' d bought my silence. But at his company picnic, Scarlett and Daisy appeared, Mark' s secret family in plain sight. He spoke French to Daisy, a warmth he never showed Lily, making our daughter an outsider. "It is incredibly rude to speak in a language you assume others don\'t understand, Scarlett. Especially when you are telling your daughter to boast about things a married man supposedly did with you," I said in flawless French, exposing their cruel charade. His anger, however, was for me and our crying daughter. "You\'re making a scene!" he hissed. "And Lily, for God\'s sake, stop crying. It\'s embarrassing." That was the end. I walked away, Lily' s hand in mine, knowing he had made his choice./0/37587/coverorgin.jpg?v=301360acc7b6de17cd07894ce8957f14&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Husband is an Emperor
The Emperor is the most powerful of all: admired, worshiped and obeyed by the people. A role that is purely a problem in the town and territory is always thought of, a reason why he does not have time for the family he has built. But what about the life of an Empress? The wife thinks of the safety of the Emperor. The life that you always have a share in time and season. Would you still want to live in a world full of danger?/0/20379/coverorgin.jpg?v=72b03dd0e99f88af74f5e257addcb541&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Heiress Book 1: Revenge
Alysia inherited all the properties left by Domenick. Something that angered her Father's second family. But they did nothing because Alysia was the only and true heir in the Zaragosa family. One day Alysia suddenly became seriously ill due to loss of voice. She lost power over the Mansion and generally the possessions, on the same day being imprisoned and tortured by that mother and daughter. She promised herself that she would come back and take revenge. However, her problem doesn't end there, when Alysia builds herself up with her Benideck. Benideck helped her get up but she did not expect to fall for the young man because of his kindness and concern for me. The question is how will Alysia carry out her desire for revenge if she is afraid not for herself but for the person close to her and they know her weaknesses?/0/83736/coverorgin.jpg?v=40e25fac13a0e87900ff5295f5303536&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Woman They Underestimated
I thought I had it all: a miracle pregnancy after a year of grueling IVF, and a loving husband, Liam, who seemingly saved me from my family's ruin by providing lavish care for my ailing mother. He was my protector, my savior. But a surprise prenatal check-up took me to a discreet private clinic I' d never seen. Liam dropped a bombshell: his childhood friend, Isabella, was dying and needed a bone marrow transplant. My blood was a perfect match. Then came the chilling demand: terminate our much-awaited pregnancy. When I refused, he calmly laid out his threat: if I didn't comply, my sick mother' s life-sustaining care, fully under his control, would cease. Trapped and terrified, I submitted. Waking up, I learned Liam had flown to Switzerland with Isabella. Then came the video: Isabella, triumphant, as Liam meticulously peeled a grape for her, a gesture he' d always refused me. A phone call confirmed my nightmare: Isabella revealed Liam married me solely for my compatibility as a donor. She' d even tormented my mother, bragging about my sacrifice, causing her agitated death on the same night. I was a tool, my baby gone, my mother murdered. But when Liam tried to delete the damning security footage, my old friend Julian revealed a hidden backup. Now, with Liam and Isabella believing they' d won, I understand the ultimate betrayal. They destroyed everything I held dear. It' s time they learned what a woman with nothing left to lose can do./0/86239/coverorgin.jpg?v=0e7e8727776e05ad7b9391152aae0105&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Second Chance At A Loveless Marriage
The antiseptic smell of my deathbed couldn't mask the stench of betrayal. My wife, Emily, played the grieving spouse, her tears a performance, her whispers to her lover, Daniel, charting my demise. "He's not going to make it through the night. I'll be free soon, my love." That name, Daniel Sterling, a family friend I admired, shattered my world faster than my failing heart. My final sight was Emily's beautiful, lying face, cold and irritated by my inconvenient death. Then, blinding light. I gasped, sucking in real air, not in a hospital, but my old bedroom, decades younger, strong, unblemished hands. It was real. I was back. Memories of my first life flooded me: the loveless marriage, the quiet sacrifices, the children who weren't mine. Then, the pivotal memory from this timeline, the one that started it all: a party, too much to drink, Emily crying, pregnant, my naive proposal driven by a sense of duty, a lie. She was already carrying Daniel's child, using me as a shield to protect his budding career. The bedroom door creaked open. "Ethan? Are you awake?" It was Emily, radiant and innocent, carrying breakfast, her hand reaching for my forehead with the same feigned care from my deathbed. I flinched from her touch. "Emily," I said, my voice cold, "We need to talk about the wedding." Her smile faltered as I flatly stated, "I don't think we should get married." Her crocodile tears flowed, "I love you, Ethan!" she whimpered. "Don't," I warned, her words now poison. She played her trump card, placing her hand on her stomach. "I'm... I'm pregnant, Ethan. It's your baby." I almost laughed, knowing the truth this time. "Emily has always been like a sister to me," I announced, loud enough for our families downstairs to hear. "I'll always care for her." Her face, pure unadulterated panic, confirmed it. The game had just begun, and this time, I was making the rules./0/87647/coverorgin.jpg?v=ca963d33d819b98d32a5b5c6ac29c15a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Housewife To His Worst Ex-Wife
He called her boring. He said their marriage was a mistake. Then he left her bleeding, heartbroken... and pregnant. Lily devoted seven years of her life to a man who only saw her as a convenience. When her husband, Alex, demanded a divorce, she begged him to stay only to discover he'd already proposed to his ex... and planned it all behind her back. But betrayal wasn't the end, it was just the beginning. Left for dead, humiliated, and crushed by the ultimate heartbreak, Lily had nothing, until a billionaire stranger offered her a deal: a contract marriage, a new identity, and a chance to make the man who shattered her beg on his knees. She accepted. Now, Lily is no longer the soft-spoken housewife he threw away, she's the storm he never saw coming. Beautiful. Untouchable. Dangerous. And Alex? He's about to learn that the woman he underestimated is now the one who holds all the power. He broke her soul. Now she's coming for him.../0/23195/coverorgin.jpg?v=cb97231843d9985e6e3ef404760bd60c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Unexpected Love
Grace Dizon who was very open about JL Cortez whom she saved through an accident; that accident made her life more complicated. She also faced the fear between life and death which made her realized that the man of her dreams (JL Cortez) can't give back the love she thought he can until she met her physician which the hospital she was admitted, the young doctor whom was face is very familiar to her yet she doesn't know when did she saw him. She has dreams and flashed backs on her mind that were repetitiously repeat in a different situation and circumstances that made her more frightened. Would JL Cortez made her feel at ease once again after the incident and fall for him again? Or Dr. Jimenez would make her feel safe and make her feel secure and get the sweetest yes from her?/0/84362/coverorgin.jpg?v=86a3ac4d6d9b116f899f768b9abc70c0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Woman Who Killed Me, Twice
My foster mother, Martha, was dying, and the doctors' words about "end-stage liver failure" felt like a ticking clock I couldn' t stop. Then, my childhood sweetheart, Nicole, a doctor now, offered a lifeline: half a million dollars for Martha' s transplant, but with one chilling condition: "Marry me, Ethan." Blinded by desperation, I jumped at the chance, believing her, but Martha died on the operating table, and I soon discovered Nicole' s cruel betrayal – my supposed bride was actually using Martha' s liver for her politician lover, Caleb, all while laughing at my naiveté. The sound of my heart shattering was drowned out only by the screech of tires as my car crashed, ending my miserable life in an instant, leaving me with a burning question: How could the woman I loved so completely be such a monster? But then, I opened my eyes, finding myself back at the exact moment she offered the check, the same chilling proposal on her lips, and this time, I knew exactly what to do./0/80764/coverorgin.jpg?v=c02d80f87f38a5d7545a85085eb87c10&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Karma's Sweet Revenge
The smell of roasted turkey usually meant warmth and family. This Thanksgiving, it only reminded me of the empty chair next to me. My wife, Sarah, co-founder of our bakery empire, "The Daily Rise," chose a "vital business emergency" instead. Then my phone buzzed – Instagram. Leo, Sarah’s executive assistant. His latest post shattered my illusion: Sarah, radiant and laughing, raising a glass at a lavish table, Leo’s arm casually draped over her chair. The caption: "So thankful for people who truly appreciate you. #NewTraditions." This was her "emergency." My gut clenched. I commented: "Glad you found your place. Happy Thanksgiving." Sarah’s furious call followed: "What the hell, Mark?! Are you trying to ruin my life? Leo is devastated! Delete it and apologize to him!" She didn't ask about my family; her immediate, passionate defense of Leo branded me "petty and cruel." Seven years I’d built "The Daily Rise." She became CEO, the public face, I became invisible. Her priorities were crystal clear: Leo over me, ambition over our life. Every neglect, every empty promise culminated in this blatant betrayal. "No need, Sarah," I said, my voice shockingly calm. "There’s no need to make it up to me. I’m at the county courthouse." Silence. "Remember those quarterly reports you signed last month, rushing off to an 'investor meeting'? Buried in that pile was a comprehensive divorce agreement. It's done, Sarah. Happy Thanksgiving."/0/39934/coverorgin.jpg?v=af62cdd05b1ed35c2b6580ac50e45cb0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Dirty Little Heart.
That one-night stand turned out to be the most satisfying night you could ever have. Little did you know that one-night stand would chase you to your new job? Tackling this situation like a professional seems easy, but what happens when you have to deal with your hot, sophisticated, amazingly seductive CEO who's also your boss at your new job? Will you be able to keep this a secret or will life force you to make a choice between these two hot gentlemen? Who will she choose between the two of them? And how will she control her emotions now?/0/81077/coverorgin.jpg?v=080cd0d936069f96de94d59c33e55904&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Nobody Husband, The President's Brother
I opened my eyes, and the familiar gilded ceiling of my childhood bedroom swam into view. I was twenty-two again, on the day of the "Future Leaders" charity gala. This was it. But this wasn't a fresh start; it was a horrifying replay. Because in my first life, this very day marked the beginning of my agonizing descent into hell. All thanks to Ethan Hayes. He hated me, blaming me for losing his "true love," Izzy Vance. He systematically destroyed my family, ruined my esteemed father's career, and wiped out everything I held dear. My family's assets were frozen, our reputation shattered. My father, broken by shame, suffered a stroke. I was condemned to a miserable, impoverished existence, ostracized, until I died alone. I had been a naive girl, a pawn in a cruel political game I never understood. His vindictive revenge was suffocating, impossible to fight. Now, reborn, the terror of that past clawed at my chest, alongside an unyielding, burning resolve. This time, I wouldn't be his victim. I would save my family at any cost. My desperate plan: fade into obscurity, avoid any powerful connections, and use an unassuming stranger as my strategic shield. What I didn't know was that my chosen "nobody" would shatter all expectations, revealing a destiny more shocking and powerful than revenge itself./0/68875/coverorgin.jpg?v=13a83f079fe036794fa0a1260f2a6fef&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love in the Crossfires
Arjun Varma, a driven software entrepreneur and the son of billionaire Mohan Varma, is determined to forge his own path. When he falls in love with Meera, his poised and intelligent secretary, their relationship is tested by the dark secrets of her family's past. Defying his father's opposition, Arjun secretly marries Meera, only to face betrayal, tragedy, and a violent confrontation that changes everything. United by love and resilience, Arjun and Meera fight to overcome their families' troubled legacies and build a future defined by hope and integrity./0/91402/coverorgin.jpg?v=63e9636d98dfdac3b3fcdc8cebe54bbf&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Painter's Revenge: Love Redeemed
This was my third wedding. Or, it was supposed to be. The white dress felt like a costume for a tragic play I was forced to perform in again and again. My fiancé, Damian Avila, stood beside me, but his hand was gripping the arm of Eileen Brandt, his "fragile" friend. Suddenly, Damian was leading Eileen away from the altar, away from our guests, away from me. But this time was different. He came back, pulled me into his car, and drove me to a remote clearing. There, he tied me to a tree, and Eileen, no longer pale, slapped me. Then, Damian, the man who promised to protect me, hit me, again and again, for upsetting Eileen. He left me tied to the tree, bleeding and alone, in the pouring rain. This wasn't the first time. A year ago, Eileen attacked me at our wedding, and Damian cradled her while I bled. Six months later, she "accidentally" burned my best friend and me, and Damian broke my friend's wrist and then my painting hand to appease Eileen. My career was over. I was left in the woods, shivering, losing consciousness. No. I can't die here. I bit my lip, fighting to stay awake. My parents. Our family business. It was the only thing that kept me holding on. I woke up in a hospital, my mother by my side. My throat was raw, but I had to make a call. I dialed an international number, one I had memorized long ago. "It's Alana Myers," I rasped. "I agree to the marriage. All of my family's assets transferred to your accounts for protection. And you get us out of the country."/0/33051/coverorgin.jpg?v=2e7379b3ef410499020f15f4399892b1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Falling For The Bad Girl.
Rated 🔞: Explicit contents present. Don't read if you can't handle it. All Kristen could offer is sex and nothing more due to her tragic past, She met Frederick at one of her craziest nights and slept with him but then, Frederick could go extra mile to make her see that there is more to life than holding on to THE PAST. When she thought life was being fair to her, something terrible happened which opens up a past no one knows about. She lost her memory leaving her with no knowledge of who Frederick is and giving her a whole new identity. Frederick would have to fight for a love he had nurtured for so long when Lous, an alleged fiance of Kristen surfaced./0/80295/coverorgin.jpg?v=a4bd91378e3576fd8ef8a1c2f5ad13f1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Played for Fools: Our Unstoppable Wedding
For seven years, I, the lead singer of "Static Bloom," harbored a secret love for our infuriatingly talented guitarist, Jack. Thanksgiving night was supposed to be our night, with his brother Noah also nursing a long-standing crush on my ex-best friend, Olivia. But neither Jack nor Olivia showed up where they were supposed to be. My phone buzzed with an Instagram notification, then a shared post appeared: Jack and Olivia, arms around each other, announcing, "Finally making it official. Happy Thanksgiving! ❤️" The photo, five years old, shattered my world, confirming years of their secret relationship and calculated deception. Jack, who’d recycled love songs for me, and Olivia, who’d used Noah as her dutiful admirer, saw us as naive pawns in their cruel game. Olivia later messaged, gloating and asking if I was "happy" for them, while Jack dismissed my seven years of devotion as "intense." Noah and I met, numb with betrayal, realizing how deeply and deliberately we had been played, their arrogant triumph stinging more than the heartbreak. The sheer audacity of their lies, the way they’d used our unwavering affection as a smokescreen for half a decade, burned with an unbearable injustice. How could they have been so cold, so manipulative, while we poured our hearts out? They truly believed they had won, that they were clever escaping the messy entanglements of their own making. Then, amidst the ashes of our shared misery, Noah looked at me, a wild glint in his eye, and dropped the bomb: "Let's get married, Emily." It was reckless, insane, gloriously petty, and the perfect chaotic revenge. To give them a surprise they wouldn't expect, we decided to tie the knot, turning betrayal into our most unexpected love story./0/89212/coverorgin.jpg?v=1960c23173f6b26faa492337041fe07c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Prisoner to Phoenix: His Regret
For three years, I thought I was happily married to Gavin, a struggling MMA fighter. I worked two jobs to make ends meet, tending to his wounds, believing his love was the only thing keeping him going, especially since a car crash had wiped my memory clean, leaving him as my entire world. Then, scrubbing our tiny kitchen floor, the local news flashed a headline: "Tech giant Gavin Hawkins, CEO of Hawkins Industries, announced his engagement today to Vice President Heidi Daniel." The man on screen, standing in front of a skyscraper, embracing a stunning woman, was my husband. He wore a tailored suit, a stark contrast to the bruised fighter I knew. The small, carved wooden bird I' d painstakingly made for our anniversary rested against his chest as he kissed her deeply, possessively. My stomach twisted, my head pounded, and the steak I was cooking for him began to smoke, filling our cramped apartment with a bitter, burning smell. I stumbled out, hailing a cab to Hawkins Industries, desperate for answers. There, I saw him laughing with Heidi, oblivious to my presence. He silenced my call, texting, "In a meeting, baby. Can't talk. Be home late tonight. Don't wait up for me. I love you." The words blurred through my tears. A sob escaped, loud and raw. A flash of pain shot through my head, and then, the memories flooded back: the car crash wasn't an accident, Heidi Daniel was the driver, and Gavin, my father's protégé, had orchestrated this entire lie, this cruel test of my loyalty. He had taken everything-my identity, my wealth, my family-and thrown me into poverty, just to see if I would still love him unconditionally. He was a monster, and I was his prisoner. But a cold, hard resolve settled in my chest: I would burn his world to the ground, starting by faking my own death./0/48382/coverorgin.jpg?v=1e3b94c3e3f240823edb9bde99f35a5e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Prostitute Work
When I entered the Bar I Immediately Saw A Woman Sitting Alone Drinking Wine She Looks So Fine She's Pretty and Sexy So I approached the manager of the Bar to talk about the woman I saw. Boy: Hi Manager: Good evening Sir How Can I Help you. Boy: Who's that girl sitting alone? Manager: Oh, Is that Lara? She's new here and she's good in Bed Sir. The manager said with a smile Boy: I want her. No Hesitation if Answer Boy: So how much? Manager: Will It Depends on how much he wants and of course for me. Boy: 10k for you okay? Money arrived at the same time Manager: Wow gallant Boy: Okay, I'm going to the room. Send him to the room because I want it right away. Manager: Yes Sir Now too../0/90620/coverorgin.jpg?v=47c702c76690ec1e0187ffbd23ef30ed&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Obsession, Her Second Life
My fiancé, Declan, was my childhood sweetheart. But a traumatic brain injury from a car wreck turned him into a violent monster. I stayed, determined to wait for the man I loved to come back. Then his new therapist, Dr. Christie Howard, arrived. She was supposed to help him heal, but instead, she began to manipulate him, turning him against me. At a charity auction, a man lunged at them with a knife. I screamed a warning. But Declan didn't protect me. He pulled me in front of himself and Christie, using my body as a human shield. The blade sank into my side. In my previous life, that was just the beginning. For Christie, he let his men throw me down a flight of stairs. For Christie, he stood by as she desecrated my mother’s ashes. And in the end, the two of them murdered me in a staged car crash, leaving me to die in a heap of twisted metal. But I woke up, not dead, but in my bed. A full year before they killed me. This time, things would be different. I had a plan./0/87022/coverorgin.jpg?v=a33fe05672f83ef3898290d863bc648c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
