Romance Books for Women
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Unforgivable Truths
The Country Music Awards after-party was buzzing, but the real show started when my husband, Ethan, walked in with Sabrina, the TikTok singer he' d been championing. His cruel smirk, the scandal washing over the room-it was the public humiliation he'd always wanted, and he was looking right at me. Then, my mother-in-law, Eleanor, a woman who despised me for surviving the crash that killed her daughter, Chloe, dropped a bomb. She announced my supposed "barrenness" to the entire Nashville elite, mocking me as "useless to this family," while Sabrina, Ethan's mistress, cooed about giving him the family I never could. My calm façade shattered when I coughed, a violent, hacking spasm, and the wet warmth in my palm revealed a terrifying truth: blood. Later, Ethan found me, wiping the blood from my hand with disgust. He accused me of faking illness, then leaned in, whispering, "You want to know the only way I'll ever forgive you for Chloe? You have to die." He thought I was finally broken, but my heart had already turned to dust. How could he believe such a monstrous lie? Why did everyone embrace the narrative that I, the sole survivor of a tragic accident, was a murderer, instead of the truth? My only escape was silence, the hidden battle against a disease stealing me away, and the desperate hope his hatred would finally set him free. I walked out into the Tennessee rain, leaving him to his party, knowing my final act would be to give him everything he wanted – my absence – in a way he' d never forget./0/84799/coverorgin.jpg?v=519e89e1e44cbbe48266350d26b5d275&imageMogr2/format/webp)
She Chose Him, He Chose Her
The sterile scent of the hospital corridor choked me as the doctor delivered the news: my father was gone. My world tilted, and the only person I needed was my girlfriend, Lily Chen, the woman I' d devoted three years to. When she finally answered, her voice was distant, impatient, music playing in the background. "My dad... he's gone," I choked out. Her response? A cold rustle of indifference, then "Mark is here. We're busy." Mark Davis, her charismatic, manipulative ex. The man I' d spent years helping her forget was now her priority in my darkest hour. The phone clicked dead, leaving only the roaring silence of betrayal. Three years of sacrifice, two jobs to fund her piano dreams, celebrating her every triumph and consoling every frustration-all for this. I wasn' t her partner; I was a convenient support system, easily discarded the moment her past came calling. Entering our apartment that night, an empty wine bottle and two glasses on the coffee table, Mark' s leather jacket draped over our armchair, confirmed my nightmare. A faint, unfamiliar cologne hung in our bedroom, in our bed. Her text arrived: Sorry about your dad. Things got a little crazy here. Call you tomorrow. Then, a group chat notification on our shared tablet: Mark' s photo, Lily smiling brightly, the caption Thanks for taking care of me tonight, my star. You were amazing. Followed by Lily' s heart emojis. A chilling calm settled over me. The storm of grief and anger vanished, leaving behind an empty certainty. I had been a bandage for her old wounds. Now that the wound-causer was back, I was just an irritating scrap to be tossed aside. But I wouldn' t just be tossed; I would walk away. I started packing./0/43594/coverorgin.jpg?v=e2336275480ab4004a5c51fa8ba48f9f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Contract With The Mafia Boss
'I hate when people don't do what I say! I'll make sure you never go against what I say again!' Celine's dress was torn without any warning from Leon. As she covered up, Celine's eyes got bigger. Leon is so angry that it makes her feel uneasy. 'Leon, please...'begged Celine as she moved away... As she watched Leon take off his clothes, her whole body shook. Celine tries to get out of bed, but Leon is quick. He quickly pins his naked body to her, so Celine has no choice but to stay under him. 'You are mine!' Leon said, 'Those are mine!' and grabbed Celine's lips with force as his hand touched a sensitive part of her body. Leon is bigger and stronger than Celine, so her fight is pointless... 'Leon Bridgerton, I hate you! "I despise you!' Celine remarks. Because Leon bit her a few times, she can taste the blood in her mouth. 'You can hate me all you want, but you will do what I say!' Leon answers and then puts his hand on Celine's breast./0/85448/coverorgin.jpg?v=0149ae97ec6fff950edb6122f4b20ab3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love's Ashes, CEO's Rise
It was our fifth wedding anniversary, and I'd poured my heart into preparing a perfect dinner, hoping to mend the growing chasm between Ben and me. Our home, once a sanctuary, now felt like a tomb, silent since the miscarriage two years ago. I missed the man he used to be, before he declared we were "not meant to be parents" and our love was "beyond the physical." Tonight, the illusion shattered. Ben walked in, dismissing my efforts, revealing he'd already eaten with a "client." But the real blow landed when I found his laptop-an open chat with his young assistant, Ashley Greene, declaring she was pregnant with their twins. His next message read: "Just have to get through another pointless dinner with the ice queen." He called me the ice queen. My vision blurred. He was planning to divorce me and take everything, using my family' s massive investment as his leverage, all while desecrating the memory of our lost child by having a new family with his mistress. I was shattered, confused, and filled with a pain that was almost cleansing in its intensity. How could the man I loved, the man who grieved with me, turn such a profound tragedy into a weapon? How could he betray me so utterly, twisting every shared memory into a lie? The heartbroken wife died that night. In her place, a CEO was born. He thought he was dealing with a broken woman, but he had just awakened a force he couldn't comprehend. This wasn' t just about a broken heart anymore. This was war./1/114973/coverorgin.jpg?v=bcdde5565f2d396bb2838516e147a819&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Velvet Devil
It's the first look on my wedding day. I turn... but my husband isn't there. Instead, I see the stranger who ruined my life. Here's the story: Six years ago, I was on the worst first date in history. A blind date with some jerk who wouldn't take no for an answer. The handsome stranger swooped in. Saved me. And sat down to finish the date. I thought it was crazy. But we had insane chemistry. We got to talking, one thing led to another, we ended up in the restaurant bathroom, and... You know. I got pregnant. He disappeared. Life: ruined. I tried to move on. For six years, I thought I succeeded. But now, out of nowhere, he's back--on my wedding day, of all days. Saying things that don't make any sense. "Your fiancé isn't who you thought he was... I'm not letting you marry him..." And, worst of all... "You're marrying me instead."/0/86746/coverorgin.jpg?v=4a955d1087868d84eb2fc5544fe41d9e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Eight Years, A Twisted Play
"Ava, are you sure about this? The Venice project is a huge commitment. Two years is a long time." My boss asked, as I looked out my office window at the New York skyline, a view I'd worked my whole life to earn. "I'm sure, Mark. I've made up my mind." That's when he casually asked if my wedding to Ethan Hayes was on hold. "No," I said, "There is no wedding." The truth was, my fingers, slick with blood, were fumbling to open Ethan's laptop, hoping to find answers. Instead, I found a folder labeled "C," filled with thousands of photos of Chloe Davis, his high school sweetheart. There wasn't a single folder for me. I searched for photos of us and found a mere handful from a company party two years ago. For eight years, I'd made excuses for him, believing his charming lies. The excuses I'd built, the little walls around my heart, all came crashing down. That wasn't the worst of it. On his social media, Ethan had just posted: "The whale is back in the ocean." Chloe was his Moby Dick, his obsessive pursuit, and she was back. He had used our engagement, our wedding, to win her back. I was a prop in his twisted play. Then, Mark, Ethan's best friend, called, saying Ethan was a mess at The Black Rose. And Chloe was there. I arrived to see Ethan with his arm draped around Chloe, whispering in her ear. "She's not my fiancée!" he slurred, "I'm not marrying anyone." He never really wanted to claim me. I was just a placeholder until the real thing came along. He didn't love me. He never had. My eight-year gamble had failed. I had put all my chips on him, and I had lost everything. The relationship was over. It had been over for a long time; I was just the last one to know. I cancelled the wedding and flew to Venice. But he followed, a ghost from my past, still trying to control me. He even lied, claiming Chloe was faking her illnesses for attention. Then, in a car crash, I fumbled for my phone, desperate for help, and called him. My call went straight to voicemail. I survived, but he wasn't there. When he finally showed up, he apologized, claiming Chloe had a panic attack. "Chloe. Always Chloe." I realized I had made a terrible mistake, relying on him. "We're over, Ethan," I whispered, "This has to stop." I had to put an end to it, once and for all./0/93235/coverorgin.jpg?v=9c814caf8aed04b98af15418cced6c84&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Husband Fell In Love With Me After The Divorce
I received a divorce text message. The sender was my husband, whom I had never met despite being married for a year through an arrangement. He said he had been in love with a girl for ten years and wanted to divorce me to pursue her. I agreed and casually asked for twenty million dollars as a settlement. Later, I met a man who blushed because of a single glance from me. He seemed to fall for me at first sight and asked for my contact information. I told him I had a husband and was in the process of getting divorced. He clenched his teeth in anger, swearing to make my jerk husband pay. When I appeared before him in divorce court, his face turned pale instantly./0/83826/coverorgin.jpg?v=5f9ed61688c89ff40b8ad804794107c3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Villainess Who Baked Her Way To Love
A blinding headache kicks off the wildest day of my life. I' m Savannah Vance, a pastry chef, but suddenly I' m a villainess in some cheesy romance novel, hated by everyone, including Dr. Kael Blackwood, the handsome, cold hero. My new 'family,' who apparently swapped me at birth from a wealthy tech mogul father, instantly disowns me. Accusations fly-they parade my presumed low-class origins, and my adoptive mother' s misguided "love potion" gift to "secure a man's interest" only solidifies their disgust. No matter what I do, they just see the conniving gold-digger from the book. My supposed sister, Blair, frames me again and again, turning every family member against me, while Kael watches with chilling disdain. His own family, especially his mom, seems to be the only ones who see my truth. How am I supposed to survive in a world where everyone believes I'm the villain, especially when the hero despises me and my own family actively tries to sabotage me? This isn' t my story, but I' m living it. I will not be this villainess. I' ll use my real skills, my baking talent, and my anonymous blog, "Sugar & Spice," to carve out my own destiny, even if it means fighting alone against a pre-written ending./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./0/52030/coverorgin.jpg?v=1da52b828d4d4119f2a9a97fd033f68f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Tempted My Hot Bodyguard
Aura Gracesyella Park, a famous soloist, is forced to lose her virginity due to a one-night stand with a handsome stranger man named Axel Xavier. In a bid to avoid scandal, Aura daringly escapes before the man beside her wakes up, hoping to never encounter him again. However, fate has other plans. Aura never anticipated that Axel would turn out to be her new bodyguard, assigned to protect her. Eventually, Aura is compelled to share living quarters with Axel, at least until he is convinced that she is not carrying his child. How will Axel and Aura conceal their closeness to prevent public scrutiny? And what about Lionel, the man who has feelings for Aura?/1/106213/coverorgin.jpg?v=dda397aa1162b74298a7de1a8160dd88&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Self-Proclaimed Brother Regrets After My Marriage
I was picked up by Rylan Lloyd, and everyone knew that I loved him uncontrollably. When his one true love, Madeline Yates, was injured, I donated blood to her until I was completely exhausted. When he and Madeline were having sex, I provided them with condoms. When Madeline returned from abroad, he made me wait for him in the snow for three hours wearing only a thin dress, and I ended up getting pneumonia and falling into a coma. Upon waking, I had lost my memory and stared blankly at Rylan, who stood by my hospital bed with a frosty stare. "Who are you?" His icy demeanor suddenly softened as he touched my head and said, "I'm your brother." Rylan then called my long-time rival, Aydan Baxter, claiming he was my fiancé. Later, as he wished, I married Aydan, and Rylan regretted it.../0/69226/coverorgin.jpg?v=7f9938f8c8fed690666f4056f22c60f9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
HIS DANGEROUS OBSESSION
Emily's life is turned upside down when she discovers she's the target of a sinister organization known as The Order. With no one to trust, she's forced to rely on Ryder, a mysterious and handsome stranger who seems to be hiding secrets of his own. As Emily navigates the treacherous world of The Order, she finds herself drawn to Ryder, despite the danger that surrounds him. But can she trust him with her life? And will their forbidden love be enough to save them from the clutches of The Order? His Dangerous Obsession is a heart-pumping romantic thriller that will keep you on the edge of your seat. With twists and turns at every corner, this story of love, danger, and obsession will leave you breathless./0/18612/coverorgin.jpg?v=c56fa328d819aca2d532343384863dbb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
All Dote On One: CEO's Only Love
Cassie was drugged by her jealous best friend. Not fully aware of where she was, Cassie stumbled into his room. The moment Dylan saw her, he promised himself that he would not let her run away from him a second time. Neither of them had imagined that the night they spent together would change their lives forever. She had come to him because she needed to pay for her mother’s heavy debt. While for him, she was just a way to save himself from gossip and his grandmother’s constant nagging. Theirs was a marriage of convenience. This was where their story began. Will love replace the hurt in their hearts or will continue to live like strangers in the same house?/0/22181/coverorgin.jpg?v=3eadc5c7590b03aabd534c06eb52e212&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Unwanted Billionaire
“Tell me, Eleanor, do you like seeing me like this? Do you like seeing me angry with you?” he yells, banging the spot above my head. I keep my mouth shut so I don’t say the wrong thing and make him angrier. “Fucking answer me,” he says, roughly shaking my body. “N-N-N-o-o,” I stammer. Two-letter words have never felt more challenging in my life. “If you don't, then why don't you ever listen to me? The spanking wasn’t enough? Do you need me to unleash my beast on you before you listen to me?” he asks, and I shake my head this time to tell him no. I wonder what it’d be like if he released his inner beast. I would probably die because without it, I’m suffering already. “Then give me a reason why I shouldn't take you across my legs right now and give you twenty lashes on each ass cheek for laughing at something Evan said,” he says, and I pause for a minute. He’s furious with me because I laughed at what Evan said. I know he told me not to smile at other men except him, but this is too much, even for him. He’s angry because I laughed. I can't believe this. Does he expect me not to laugh when someone says something funny? If he does, then Mr. Crawford needs to get himself checked into a psych hospital because he’s crazy. “You shouldn't spank me because it's my right to laugh or not at what Evan said.” “You see, Eleanor, that's where you’re wrong. Only I can tell you if you can laugh or not.” “Excuse me?” I ask, looking at him confused and wondering if he’s on something. “I own your laughter, Eleanor.” “No, you don't.” “I do. And not just your laughter. I own all of you.” “No, you don't,” I repeat. Is something wrong with Mr. Crawford? Why in God's name would he think he owns me? “Yes, I do. I own all of you,” he says, whispering into my ear --------------------------------- Eleanor Brown is a lovely lady trying to make ends meets. She lands a job after an unfortunate event happens to her. She is excited and can't wait to start a new chapter in her life. Unknowing to Eleanor, this new chapter of her life will be filled with a lot of troubles. Her boss, Jason Crawford, believes Eleanor wants to work for him for other reasons, and since he can't fire Eleanor, he decides to make things difficult for her. Will Eleanor survive working with a boss who hates her, or will she quit and back off the deal even though she needs money?/0/64035/coverorgin.jpg?v=e07f203525618a6f8d7e40b58e3f2b5b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Punish the Virgin
Three beautiful, possessive, over-the-top Lunas who want to share me, who want to punish me. I'm a bad boy, a very, very bad boy, and I have my eye on the Carter sisters. They are three of the hottest billionaires in New York and they are also my bosses. I always dreamed of being making love with several women , but I never thought I would want three. I had booked myself for an e xextraordinary person and I never thought I would find three of these women There is Mia , the sensitive Luna dominant nte , who wants to spank me. Sacha , the sensitive Luna who makes love to my mouth in a way that no e woman has ever done before and at least we forget Stacy fun, try anything Luna , she is willing to try anything, at least once. When they discover that their adorable Little assistant nt is still a virgin and better yet, that he has some fantasies to fulfill, they only promise pleasure, mixed with a little punishment. Bad girls get spanked, good girls get spanked and fucked and as much as I want to be a bad boy , I definitely want all three at the same time./0/21208/coverorgin.jpg?v=0b68691a67de11cafad21b63661011f4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
BREAKING POINT
Five years after the death of her husband, Penelope Hampson meets Jeremy Gilbert at a party, and the attraction between them is just so intense. Seven months later, things had moved really fast between them and Penny is so much in love with Jeremy... And Jeremy loves her too—well, at least he says he does. But the problem is that Jeremy could not.... Or would not ask her to marry him. He seems to want the whole relationship package—Except the responsibility. ------------------ The thirst that kisses could not quench.... Was Jeremy right? Should Penny give in to his demands. The attraction between them had now grown into a throbbing, scorching flame of desire. She could no longer be satisfied with just those passionate, disturbing kisses. And Jeremy was a man. He wanted more —much more —than kisses./0/18288/coverorgin.jpg?v=035907fc39a40dacf175eeafb66c4ac9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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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./0/89018/coverorgin.jpg?v=2d8b58e6b782c5c3fbc72a1d5874e816&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Left for Dead, Found by Love
My fiancé, tech CEO Cohen Burgess, took me to the city's most exclusive restaurant for our three-year anniversary. Then his high school sweetheart, Kiera, reappeared, claiming amnesia. To help her "recover," Cohen started a viral "100 Dates Challenge" with her, turning their reunion into a national spectacle. I became the villain in their love story. When I objected, Cohen locked me in a wine cellar, knowing my severe claustrophobia. He let Kiera wear my deceased mother's priceless dress, and when she deliberately tore it, he tossed his credit card at me and told me to buy a new one. I finally decided to leave, only to overhear his true plan: he would marry me for my family's status, but keep Kiera as his mistress. I was never his love; I was a beautiful, high-class tool for his ambition. The final act came when Kiera set my room on fire and framed me. Cohen screamed I was a psycho and left me to burn. As the roof collapsed, a stranger kicked down the door. He carried me from the inferno and said, "I'm Case Browning. Your husband."/1/114974/coverorgin.jpg?v=dcac189827f6870253deed8a1419fc57&imageMogr2/format/webp)
