Romance Books for Women
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Tangled Innocence - A Mafia Romance
"What do you mean, 'You gave me the wrong sperm sample'?!" But the doctor says he isn't joking. Instead of being my sister's surrogate... I'm accidentally carrying my boss's baby. A few months ago, I agreed to be my sister's surrogate. Then she died in an unsolved accident. I swore I'd keep her child and raise it on my own. But as it turns out, there was a mix-up at the clinic. Instead of carrying my future nephew... I learned I'm pregnant with my boss's child. But Dmitri isn't just my boss. He's also the one who killed my sister in the first place./0/83386/coverorgin.jpg?v=0f578a1d9f031e63779c29a979d98b5d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Twelve Years, One Stranger
On my 30th birthday, I stood in a grand gala, believing I was celebrating twelve years with Ethan, the man I loved, and his big project win. But my "celebration" was a pathetic banner and a wilting cupcake, while the main stage projected a smiling tribute to Ethan and his "brilliant protégé" – his intern, Madison. Ethan, oblivious, pointed to the cupcake, "Madison arranged that. Sweet, right?" His intern's "adorkable" hug felt like a trap, her eyes gleaming with malice. The betrayals escalated: abandoned on a dark train platform for Madison's "panic attack," our anniversary skipped for her "lost keys," and the ultimate insult – being asked to give her my concert ticket. The final blow came when Ethan, in a fit of rage, weaponized my deepest shame, snarling, "You' re just like your father, always putting your hands on things that don't belong to you." In that crushing moment, my twelve years of love for him disintegrated into ash, leaving behind only chilling emptiness and the realization he was a stranger. Ethan, full of arrogant certainty, winked, "Give her a week. She' ll come crawling back." He had no idea I'd just accepted a promotion to Program Director of my non-profit' s international branch – in London. I quietly packed two suitcases, deleting him from my life as I hailed a taxi to Logan International. When he frantically called, yelling, "What is wrong with you?", I simply said, "It's over," then blocked him and turned off my phone, finally free. But my past wasn't quite done with me, and soon, Ethan and Madison would confront a terrifying truth that would change all our lives forever./0/67488/coverorgin.jpg?v=078912becf7e72d2dbb4adbc7f992382&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Bad Blood...
A woman lost and angry with fragmented images of blood streaming down her face poses her question: "Mom why did I lose my memory?" Shadows and Lies open the entrance into the Garden of Eden...Evil; however, the Seeds of Yesterday brings the past full circle. Rising from the blood, she is naked as a newborn baby. She collapsed into the arms that wrapped around her. "Welcome home, Shamane." "Sammy," she whispered. "I was lost till I found you. I embraced the dark legacy that is my true heritage. I accept behind your changeable eyes lies the sinful secrets of our bloodline," "The fire you had ignited within me, I accept with it the truth and strength as to who I am. Let it be said once between us: You, Shamane Hoffman Vander Paul, my savior, my tutor, my confidant, my lover, I am the true mistress of the Sisterhood. I am Sammy Strike born from Sabina Markovich, my mother, daughter of Lila Markovich Asher. I am bad to the bone. It's time to dawn a new rising..."/0/89875/coverorgin.jpg?v=5e1fc56308a6cf7e621d12260e344ba8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Decade Undone by Deceit
I collapsed from exhaustion after dedicating ten years of my life to my CEO girlfriend, Kendal. I gave up my music, my dreams, everything to build her empire. At the hospital, the doctor delivered the news. Malignant tumor. I needed emergency surgery to save my life. Kendal never visited. Not once. I later found out she was on the phone with another man, sweetly telling him she missed him while I was lying in a hospital bed. Two weeks after they cut the cancer out of me, on her birthday, I went home and cooked her favorite meal. It was supposed to be our last supper, a final goodbye. She stumbled in late that night, drunk, carried piggyback by that same man. They were wearing matching black t-shirts. His said, "I'm with her." Hers said, "I'm with him." She saw me and froze, her laughter dying in her throat. She scrambled off his back, her face a mask of panic and guilt. But I felt nothing. Not anger, not jealousy. The part of me that could feel pain for her had been carved out on the operating table, right along with the tumor. I looked her straight in the eye. "It's over." Then I walked out of the penthouse we once called home, leaving her standing alone in the monument to our failed relationship. This time, I wasn't coming back./0/84035/coverorgin.jpg?v=4584c34146b0b156b43e8c1f55d9f9f6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Unraveling Fifty Years of Silence
At seventy, my body failed, but my mind was sharp with the bitterness of a fifty-year marriage to a woman I was certain never loved me back. My final words, a rasping confession of lifelong regret, were, "If I could do it all over again, I would never love you." Then, darkness, a profound silence, and suddenly, light flooded my vision as I shot awake, an eighteen-year-old in my childhood bedroom, strong and healthy. This was my second chance, and I vowed to rewrite my bitter past, starting with Jocelyn Anderson, the ice queen who had unknowingly broken my heart for half a century. I meticulously planned to shun her, using my knowledge of the future to build an empire, while deliberately acting aloof and uninterested, pushing her away at every turn. But then, she inexplicably transferred to my school, sat next to me in class, and shockingly appeared on the football field with Gatorade. My carefully constructed aversion shattered as I accused her of loving another, blinded by the phantom pain of my first life's perceived betrayal. Just as I walked away, broken-hearted and accepting my fate, her trembling voice hit me like a physical blow: "You think you're the only one who remembers?" "You were my husband for fifty years, Ethan," she whispered, her words confirming the impossible. But then Wesley Fowler, whom I believed was her lover, arrived, pulling her away and reigniting the crushing certainty that she was still lying, still choosing him. How could this be happening again, even with a second chance, even with her claiming to remember? The universe seemed to be playing a cruel joke, ensuring my sorrow spanned two lifetimes, leaving me with an agonizing question: if we both remembered, why was she still choosing him, still living the lie that destroyed us? I fled, seeking escape in Maine, only for her to follow, confronting me with a truth so profound it would either heal my soul or shatter it completely, forcing me to confront the fifty-year misunderstanding that defined my existence./0/52239/coverorgin.jpg?v=0d5f760bfc1c382914f6d071778a6a5c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Next Door
Chelle grew up in a poor neighborhood with her dad as a waiter, recently orphaned with her dad and baby sister they head to America until her grandfather died, when she came back to clean his now abandoned house. Jadiel grew up in the same poor neighborhood Chelle did but he loved her from the first day they met, after she moved at a young age he promised he would have the life they wanted when she came back to her grandfathers house./0/24012/coverorgin.jpg?v=7e9803ebb028590b095b846eb79ce362&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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The Pranking My Boss
"Sir is already there." Venus immediately approached me to alert me that the manager of the coffee shop where we worked was coming. Venus is my cousin and we are friends. "Is my face okay Mars?" He fixed his messy hair at the same time. I'm telling you, Venus is really dead to our boss. I don't know about that. The perfect figure of the man we were expecting entered from the main entrance. As usual, there was no expression on his face and his big arms, chest and stomach were clinging to his clothes. "Mars, pranks are the trend now, can you try to prank Sir." My cousin whispered while sniffing at the man. "What are you? Prank your face." Who's a fool to play pranks on that? I might be splashed with hot coffee because I'm so angry. "Hurry up, let's just try bro. All right, this way, I'll pay for the groceries and bills in our condo unit and then you won't pay the debt to me anymore." "What are you? I still don't want it, you're the only one who has a crush on you, sir." "Even so, I already have jowakels so we have no hope of that real thing. That's why it's easy to prank hahaha." Venus can be real, it seems like she is not an employee of her jinajudge. "Porke ni prank will become jowa immediately? Alright, alright, I'm willing as long as it's a deal?" I really need money, so Venus' help is a blessing. I want to enroll in the entrance. "Oh, really !" He covered his mouth because of his scream. "I didn't expect you to say yes, but go ahead. Do it like this, it's your prank. You should make the customers believe that you're joking and then pretend he's crazy hehe. I'll make a video." "Game, as long as the conversation is" "Natasha." Remember, he made the first move on both of us. Yes, my boss calls me Natasha. Full of fierceness, I walked in front of him and I really felt that I was acting for money. It's up to us if we get fired, we'll just look for another coffee shop to apply to. I slapped him, not just one but three more. All the customers gasped because of the loudness of my slapping him. My knees softened because sir's face and neck were red for some reason I don't know. Anger or because of the pain he feels? I don't know, maybe both. "How dare you cheat on me?" I screamed loudly as I poked him. "What?" "You don't have the right to explain. I saw it with my two eyes when you kissed your woman!" "yield?" "Are you going to deny your sin until this point? You're a human being. I hit him on the chest at the same time. Shock, the hardness ah. All I could hear around me was whispering and the person in front of me now was a statue. He widened his eyes at me to signal that I stopped my foolishness but I made my acting even more intense. "You said you love me, you said I'm just me. I kept on shouting and asking for help while I punched his back as hard as a rock. "bring medown!" I don't know where this man is taking me but we left the coffee shop and he held me like a light thing that he didn't waste his strength because he only used one hand to hold me. "Let's just talk girl." and he put me inside his./0/24661/coverorgin.jpg?v=fa7a25b048affb8fe245852777a029c4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
In Loving You
Warren Laurent and Bella Price were high school sweethearts. Eventually, they got married for 2 years. Everything was perfect except that they had been wanting to have a baby. The moment that they were given the chance, a painstaking betrayal ruined their relationship and their perfect love story came crashing down. What if the cause of their divorce were lies, not betrayal? Will they see the truth and give each other a chance? Will it be too late to do so? Are years of relationship really worth nothing and could be easily forget by a simple mistake? Discover the heartwarming feeling of true love. Experience the bitter and painstaking feeling of betrayal. This book makes you feel like you were riding a roller coaster filled with different kinds of emotion as you read how Bella Price struggled in loving Warren./0/25959/coverorgin.jpg?v=e9a9b486f04a5907435d1df2bc2c5556&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Addiction
There was this secret club of perversion were different types of perverts us to go and satisfied all their weird sexual desire. Not everyone could access the club. It was known by very few people and very complicated to get access.However, once you had access to it and became a full member, you could never regret it. Instead, it made you crave more and more./0/86631/coverorgin.jpg?v=0136f430c568694f6f22ae60c7bfbe8c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Wife Who Died For Me
The sterile hum of the hospital room was my last lullaby. I was Alex Miller, a game developer, fading away after a hit-and-run crash. My wife, Sarah, had spent three years turning my life into a living hell, her words sharper than any blade, all to push me away. Divorce papers, a constant reminder of my failures, sat untouched on our counter. I believed her staged betrayals and cruel jabs until the very end, telling the nurse to ensure Sarah knew I was finally gone, free from my burden. But death offered no escape, only a spectral front-row seat to my own funeral. I watched Sarah, her face a mask, her eyes raw, remain long after everyone left. Then, a terrifying truth unfolded: she hunted down my killer with relentless fury, breaking his limbs before calling the police. A week later, at my grave, under a full moon, she whispered words that tore through the veil of death. "Alex, I'm here to stay. I'm so sorry. I just wanted you to live, to be happy, without me." She revealed a medical diagnosis: Glioblastoma. Terminal. Then, she climbed into my casket, swallowing pills, choosing to die with me. The world fractured, then slammed back together. I gasped, sitting at our kitchen table, the scent of coffee and Sarah's perfume filling the air. She slid divorce papers across the table, her voice flat. "I've found someone else, Alex. He's successful. He can give me what you can't." It was the day it all started, her cruel, self-sacrificing performance beginning anew. But this time, I knew the script. With trembling hands, I ripped the papers to shreds, then pulled my terrified, lying wife into my arms. "Are you crazy?" I whispered, tears welling. "Hiding a terminal illness? Do you think that's cool?"/0/45426/coverorgin.jpg?v=cdcf0c544d5bdaee9487814063dbe880&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Taken By The Mafia Lord
"You know, the only thing that hurts about your body is the part that it had to be another man who broke your virginity." Her eyes bulged open, her lips trembling as she mentally searched for the words to say. "It... It wasn't my fault, I was..." "... Drugged. I know, you don't have to tell me. I watched the video." She buried her face to the ground. ~~~~~ Freya Bred is forcefully taken by the Ferdinandos for the crime her brother, Olsen, had committed. After taking the life of Dento Ferdinando, Vincenzo's cousin, Olsen had been on the run. But Vincenzo can't take it any longer, he takes Freya into custody. He made life miserable for her, tortured her like the criminal she isn't. Freya hopes that her brother would finally give himself in, but will he? A new phase of life comes Freya's way as Vincenzo made her his personal maid, claiming she would serve no man but him alone. Would this phase of life bring a new turn for Freya? Would fate intervene when all hopes seems to be lost? And with Kelly, Vincenzo's girlfriend involved, will Freya find refuge in the one who once made her life miserable?/0/84360/coverorgin.jpg?v=8f6f4d6be4dc4595f27c313f158e0af4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He Said He Loved Her, But She Kissed Me
My life was falling apart, much like my Brooklyn apartment with its persistent leak. Then, I stumbled back into the life of Gabrielle Chadwick, the woman who' d ripped my soul out three years ago, only to find her in my best friend' s bed. She was now a ruthless tech CEO, engaged to the same insidious man who' d convinced me I was just her "project." My old wounds bled anew, and I tried to escape, even inventing a fake girlfriend. But Gabrielle wouldn't let me go; she trapped me, demanding answers, which I met with accusations of her playing games. At a lavish industry event, to finally sever our toxic tie, I publicly declared my love for someone else, shattering her. Hours later, she found me, furious, desperate, and after slapping me, kissed me like her life depended on it. We reignited, but then she vanished for an "emergency meeting," leaving me with that familiar sinking feeling. The next day, news broke: Gabrielle was merging her company and marrying her fiancé, and I was fired, my project snatched away as a condition of their deal. Heartbroken, I deleted her number, booked a flight to Berlin, ready to erase her from my life for good. But as my boarding call echoed, the airport screens flashed: "Merger Off! Chadwick Innovations Stock in Freefall!" Then, I heard her scream my name, saw her running towards me barefoot through the terminal, tears streaming down her face, telling me everything was a lie and a fight for us./0/85009/coverorgin.jpg?v=3e6aa823d5be472614a0e300615f0a77&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire Heiress's Revenge
The first sign was a text message glowing on Liam' s phone screen. "I miss you. When can I see you again?" it read, from a woman named Sarah. I was sitting on the edge of our bed, waiting for him, clutching the phone that held a history of his secret intimacy. When he walked out of the shower, naked save for the towel around his hips, I didn' t scream. I just held up the phone and said, "Her or me, Liam." He chose me, deleted her number, and swore it was a mistake. But the silence in our penthouse grew louder, his touch became a habit, and his eyes looked through me, not at me. I felt myself disappearing, desperate and pathetic, despite being the heiress to a real estate empire. So, I proposed to him, clutching at a phantom hope at a charity gala, only for his forced "Okay, Ava. Let' s get married" to ring hollow. The wedding preparations were a blur of my efforts, conspicuously absent of him. My friends and family saw the pity in my eyes, but I pushed on, convinced the vows would banish Sarah' s ghost. Then, on our painfully beautiful wedding day, as the officiant prepared to pronounce us, a small voice cut through the air. "Daddy?" A little girl, no more than five, stood at the aisle's entrance, huge tearful eyes fixed on Liam. His face went ashen. He dropped my hands as if burned, turned, and ran-away from me, our vows, everything-scooping the little girl into his arms. Sarah stood behind her, a triumphant, sorrowful look on her face. He abandoned me at the altar, humiliating me for the world to see. Deep down, a cold clarity told me this was always a possibility, and I was not unprepared. Taking the microphone, I announced, "The groom has a prior commitment. Enjoy the food. Consider it a celebration of my newfound freedom." I ordered security and called my lawyer. They had robbed me of my dignity, but I wouldn't let them rewrite my story. It was time to fight back./0/18497/coverorgin.jpg?v=9c3443e139a5649ced12b7a117d19e78&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Truly Insanely Deeply
What hurt her deeper than the harsh slap was her ex-boyfriend’s cruelty. Then, he came back into her life, saved her from danger, and swooped her into a fairy tale romance. However, fairy tales never lasted. She thought that he was out of her life for good, but how would ever he let her go? He played his tricks one more time and barged into her new life. Will he win her back? Will she forgive him? Where will their love go?/1/120374/coverorgin.jpg?v=465cccb5fbd59b859eeb6861ae740216&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Sweet Torment Wife You Will NOT Escape Me
Kiara Watson has lived an unhappy life within her own family, always overshadowed by her sister, Cloe, who draws all the attention with her beauty. But Kiara's fate takes an unexpected turn when, by mistake and by force, she ends up bound to Archie Villarreal the most desired man in the powerful Villarreal family. A cruel trick from Cloe unleashes Archie's fury, and for Kiara, being Cloe's twin becomes her greatest sin. She receives Archie's merciless punishment, and he will stop at nothing to keep her from escaping, locking her in a stormy and passionate game of love and dominance./0/79169/coverorgin.jpg?v=e13e4501b605725f4a18885ebc6121a9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Broken Promise
Her marriage wasn't perfect. Infact, it wasn't anywhere close to being perfect. But she always had hope and tried to make things work. She had expected it to last forever, no matter how bad it was. But her hope came shattering down when he dropped the divorce papers on the table right in front of her. "Sign them." He had said coldly. That was five years ago. Now Alexandra was back, as the CEO of the fast rising clothing and apparels company, Velvet Vixen. This time, she came for revenge on the man who had broken her heart into several unmendable pieces. But she wasn't alone anymore. "Mommy, we saw a man who Jace looks like." She was back with two tiny accomplices in tow. Liam wanted to be the father of his kids and change back to the old times. Would he be able to accomplish his mission of making Alexandra fall in love with him again? Would Alexandra give in to this man who had once broken her heart and all the promises he made to her before? Would Jace and Jade accept their unknown father back?/0/86956/coverorgin.jpg?v=14097d6f1713ea0b7a8bda357ecd9d2b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Second Chances: Love After Betrayal
My best friend, Emily, and I married into the powerful Thorne family on the same day. We thought we had it all, living a dream life as two of the luckiest women in the world. That illusion shattered on a Tuesday afternoon when Emily burst into my sunroom, her face pale, shoving her phone at me. The screen showed paparazzi photos of her husband, Liam, with another woman – his "childhood sweetheart," Olivia Hayes. Before I could process Emily's fury, my own tablet lit up. A press release from my husband Ethan' s company announced Olivia as the new face of his lifestyle brand, complete with a smiling photo of her next to him. Not only was Olivia the source of my best friend's pain, but my own husband, who had been distant and forgotten our anniversary, had made her our company's public face without a word to me. All my grievances, the neglect, the loneliness-they all flooded back. He didn't even think to mention it, treating me like just another asset to manage, not a wife to love. A cold resolve settled over me. Emily, still raging about her post-divorce plans, saw the press release on my tablet. A dangerous smile spread across her face. "Well," she said, "Looks like we' re both in the market for an upgrade." "Okay," I declared, a hysterical laugh bubbling up. "I' m in. We' re getting divorced. And I' ll find male models who are better than Ethan." Our laughter, wild and unhinged, was cut short by a low, cold voice from the doorway: "Better than me?" My husband, Ethan, stood there. He must have heard everything./0/86632/coverorgin.jpg?v=751b66f5879300e315cd20664562db30&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Betrayal That Broke Me
The sterile hum of the hospital room grated on my nerves, a grim backdrop to my mother' s shallow breaths. I clung to her frail hand, praying each rise and fall of her chest wouldn't be her last. But then my phone buzzed, pulling me into a different kind of nightmare: a photo of my wife, Sarah, draped provocatively over a junk car, sent by Jake, her "creative director." My blood ran cold. Sarah, my Sarah, looking cheap and available, with Jake' s smug caption about "pushing boundaries." Then came his direct message-another photo, Sarah' s eyes closed, her lipstick smeared, and Jake' s hand on her bare shoulder, possessive. Below it, a single line that ripped through me: "Wish you were here? Don't worry, I'm taking good care of her." Rage flooded my chest, hot and acidic. I called Sarah, my voice shaking, begging her to come, to say goodbye to my dying mother. "I can't just leave, Alex," she snapped, her voice sharp with impatience. "This is Jake's big break. Everything is riding on this. I can't let him down." "Your mother-in-law is dying," I whispered, disbelief choking me. "My mother is dying." "And what do you want me to do about it?" she sneered. "Hold her hand? It's not like she ever liked me anyway. I' ll be there when it' s over. Just... handle it. I have to go." The line went dead, her cruel words echoing in the suffocating quiet of the hospital corridor. Moments later, the doctor delivered the news: she was gone. My world went silent. Then, my phone buzzed again, an Instagram notification: "Sarah.Evans and Jake.Creates are now live." I clicked it, a hollowed-out shell of a man, watching my wife celebrate with her lover while my mother's body grew cold in the room behind me. They celebrated their "win" with champagne, Sarah screaming, "To us! To the win!" as Jake leaned in for a long, deep kiss, for the whole world to see. Why? Why did she choose him? Why did she treat my mother with such contempt in her final hours? The answer lay buried in years of betrayal, starting even before our wedding day. And now, I would unearth every dirty secret, even if it meant tearing my own life apart./0/61325/coverorgin.jpg?v=df23d93923637926248fffd66f36e8fe&imageMogr2/format/webp)
