Romance Books for Women
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Burned By Him, Reborn A Star
The acrid smell of smoke still clung to Evelyn in the ambulance, her lungs raw from the penthouse fire. She was alive, but the world around her felt utterly destroyed, a feeling deepened by the small TV flickering to life. On it, her husband, Julian Vance, thousands of miles away, publicly comforted his mistress, Serena Holloway, shielding her from paparazzi after *her* "panic attack." Julian's phone went straight to voicemail. Alone in the hospital with second-degree burns, Evelyn watched news replays, her heart rate spiking. He protected Serena from camera flashes while Evelyn burned. When he finally called, he demanded she handle insurance, dismissing the fire; Serena's voice faintly heard. The shallow family ties and pretense of marriage evaporated. A searing injustice and cold anger replaced pain; Evelyn knew Julian had chosen to let her burn. "Evelyn Vance died in that fire," she declared, ripping out her IV. Armed with a secret fortune as "The Architect," Hollywood's top ghostwriter, she walked out. She would divorce Julian, reclaim her name, and finally step into the spotlight as an actress./1/101428/coverorgin.jpg?v=a6edc7fa863c44c8d677b68f6b8753a9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Pregnant and Divorced: I Hid His Heir
Vivian clutched her Hermès bag, her doctor's words echoing: "Extremely high-risk pregnancy." She hoped the baby would save her cold marriage, but Julian wasn't in London as his schedule claimed. Instead, a paparazzi photo revealed his early return-with a blonde woman, not his wife, at the private airport exit. The next morning, Julian served divorce papers, callously ending their "duty" marriage for his ex, Serena. A horrifying contract clause gave him the right to terminate her pregnancy or seize their child. Humiliated, demoted, and forced to fake an ulcer, Vivian watched him parade his affair, openly discarding her while celebrating Serena. This was a calculated erasure, not heartbreak. He cared only for his image, confirming he would "handle" the baby himself. A primal rage ignited her. "Just us," she whispered to her stomach, vowing to sign the divorce on her terms, keep her secret safe, and walk away from Sterling Corp for good, ready to protect her child alone./1/119314/coverorgin.jpg?v=f27bc4d6473a85897863aca93549711d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
After My Death, I Became A Genius
Veronica Demoore was the girl everyone despised. Mocked for her weight, humiliated for her grades, and crushed beneath a brutal home life, she lived every day as the target of ridicule-until the day she couldn't bear it anymore. The world thought Veronica died that night. But when she opens her eyes again. someone else is looking through them. Savanna. A woman once raised in the shadows of a powerful organization. A genius trained to survive, manipulate, and dominate. In her previous life, she had wealth, intelligence, and strength. In this one, she has none of those things-only Veronica's broken body and shattered reputation. But weakness is temporary. Bullies who once laughed at Veronica soon discover the girl they tormented is no longer the same. Her mind is sharper. Her gaze is colder. And the quiet girl they used to push around now carries a dangerous confidence. As Savanna begins transforming Veronica's life piece by piece-losing weight, exposing enemies, and rising to the top of the school-the truth behind her rebirth slowly unfolds. Because Savanna didn't die by accident. And the people who killed her are still out there. This time, she won't be their victim. This time- she's coming for everything./1/112686/coverorgin.jpg?v=8ac55d85413e580c4d7c729500582d86&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Flash Marriage To The Secret Chairman
To escape my toxic ex-fiancé and the father who froze my assets, I entered a contract marriage with Barrett, a cold but protective corporate consultant. I thought he was my safe harbor. I even confided my secret, ruthless strategy to take back control of my company from my ex. But at the most critical board meeting, a mysterious new chairman dialed in. The synthesized voice coming through the speakerphone systematically dismantled the board and took over the company, using the exact, word-for-word strategy I had only ever whispered to my husband in the dead of night. My ex-fiancé turned pale with panic. The board members were stunned into silence. And I sat there, my blood running completely cold. The man who had held my hand in the hospital, who had slept in my bed, and who had promised to protect me, had just committed the ultimate corporate espionage. Every tender touch, every late-night confession—was it all just a calculated move to steal my life's work? How could the only person who made me feel safe use my deepest vulnerabilities to orchestrate my ruin? I packed up my files, walked straight out of that boardroom, and prepared to disappear from his life forever. But when I fled to my best friend's apartment to hide, I looked out the window. The ruthless mastermind who had just stolen my empire was standing completely still in the freezing downpour, waiting for me to come down./1/114145/coverorgin.jpg?v=d9dfb34ca8295535fb20f2f274fced06&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Unwanted Wife Is A Dying Genius
The biopsy report slid across the cold metal desk, stamped with a brutal death sentence: advanced gastric cancer. Aretha had exactly ninety days left to live. It was her twenty-sixth birthday, but her phone only rang with a furious call from her husband, Anders. "Do you have any idea how much of a joke you made this family look like today? Post a public apology to Kelli right now." He had completely forgotten her birthday, only caring that she skipped her adopted sister's yacht party. When Aretha dragged her failing body back to the family estate, her biological mother slapped her across the face just for looking pale and embarrassing them in front of guests. Seeing Aretha wasn't submitting to the usual abuse, Kelli deliberately threw herself down the stairs, playing the innocent, depressed victim. Anders rushed in and shoved Aretha brutally against the wall to protect Kelli, while her biological father delivered his ultimate threat. "I am freezing your trust fund. Get on your knees and apologize to Kelli right now, or you won't see another dime." A massive, suffocating sense of absurdity washed over Aretha. She had spent six years lowering her head and begging for their approval, only to be treated like a disposable placeholder. Why should she spend her final days enduring this agonizing torture for people who didn't even care if she breathed? Aretha wiped the blood from her chin and laughed. She publicly severed all ties with her family, whipped the signed divorce papers directly at Anders's face, and walked out into the freezing storm—ready to fight for her own life./1/111469/coverorgin.jpg?v=50b7e1bf613f2bbb473ced6b3656851e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Forsaken Wife
"Zyran, look at me. If you walk out that door with her, you can't come back," Roosevelt pleaded, her hand instinctively covering her stomach. Zyran paused, his hand on the doorknob, while his childhood sweetheart wept softly against his chest. He didn't look back. "She needs me, Roosevelt. You are strong; you can take care of yourself." The door clicked shut, sealing his decision. He didn't notice the blood trickling down Roosevelt's leg, nor did he hear her whisper, Roosevelt had everything a woman could want: beauty, a great reputation as a top interior designer, and a marriage to Zyran, the city's coldest and most elusive billionaire. Though Zyran spoke little and showed hardly any affection, Roosevelt loved him quietly. She believed his hardness was a shield she could one day break through. On the eve of their fourth anniversary, Roosevelt got the miracle she had hoped for: a positive pregnancy test. She dreamed of the moment his icy demeanor would warm into a smile, finally bringing their family together. But before she could share the news, the ghost of Zyran's past returned. A fragile, teary-eyed woman from his youth reappeared, seeking his protection and time. As Zyran's attention shifted, Roosevelt slipped into the background of her own marriage. She thought she could bear the neglect until a life-changing accident forced Zyran to choose between his wife and his past. He made his choice, and by the time the billionaire understood the weight of what he had lost, Roosevelt and the secret she carried was already gone./1/101424/coverorgin.jpg?v=bb859322a2b6ed17a7a183e399a0ef55&imageMogr2/format/webp)
I Signed the Divorce, He Lost Everything
My wealthy husband, Nathaniel, stormed in, demanding a divorce to be with his "dying" first love, Julia. He expected tears, pleas, even hysteria. Instead, I calmly reached for a pen, ready to sign away our life for a fortune. For two years, I played the devoted wife in our sterile penthouse. That night, Nathaniel shattered the facade, tossing divorce papers. "Julia's back," he stated, "she needs me." He expected me to crumble. But my calm "Okay" shocked him. I coolly demanded his penthouse, shares, and a doubled stipend, letting him believe I was a greedy gold digger. He watched, disgusted, convinced I was a monster. He couldn't fathom my indifference or ruthless demands. He saw avarice, not a carefully constructed facade. His betrayal had awakened something far more dangerous. The second the door closed, the dutiful wife vanished. I retrieved a burner phone and a Glock, ready to expose the elaborate lie he and Julia had built./1/105396/coverorgin.jpg?v=9abb7fd8d203f2b57b6c8ad902bd6685&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Neglected Wife: Hidden Heiress's Cold Revenge
I stood in the pouring rain at my father-in-law's funeral, the heels of my black pumps sinking into the mud. I was Mrs. Vargas, the wife of New York's most powerful billionaire, yet I was standing at the edge of the crowd like a forgotten statue. Ten feet away, under the dry shelter of the family tent, my husband Hayes held another woman against his chest. It wasn't me he was whispering comfort to; it was Felicity, his late brother's widow and childhood sweetheart. The humiliation didn't end at the cemetery. Hayes moved Felicity and her son into our home, relegating me to the guest wing while she took over the primary suites. He watched silently as her son smashed the only photograph of my deceased parents, then demanded I apologize for "scaring" the boy with my reaction. When Felicity's negligence ruined a twelve-million-dollar family heirloom, Hayes had the audacity to ask me to use my own savings to buy her a "consolation" engagement ring. He treated me like a parasite, never realizing I was a brilliant scientist with a hidden fortune and three patents to my name. I realized then that our three-year marriage was a hollow farce. Hayes had never even touched me, claiming he wanted to "remain pure" for his memory of Felicity. I was nothing more than a business merger, a smudge on the lens of the perfect family portrait he was building with another man's widow. The breaking point came during a lethal blizzard. Hayes promised to accompany me to my family's mandatory gala-a tradition where my absence meant a death sentence. But at the last second, he stood me up to stay home and tend to Felicity's stubbed toe. Left alone to face the wrath of the Santos Matriarch, I was forced to kneel in the freezing snow as punishment until my lungs began to fail and my vision blurred. Just as the darkness started to take me, a black Maybach smashed through the iron gates. My exiled brother, the man the world calls "The Wolf," stepped out of the storm to reclaim what Hayes had discarded. Hayes thought I was a helpless doll who couldn't survive a day without his trust fund, but he's about to find out what happens when you let a Santos daughter freeze./1/112501/coverorgin.jpg?v=9e116e8229b92f7f3d8799d78f2889f4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
I Hate You, Alpha... Yet I Crave You
"Raise your butt." Moisture pools from my clit at his request. He plunges his finger into my wet folds. I moan loudly, gripping the sheets as he stretches me. He parts my legs and thrusts his cock inside me. My mouth hangs open as he stretches me to my limit. "So fucking tight," his raspy voice purrs in my ear. My head spins, as I let out a scream of pleasure. He pulls out and thrusts back inside, the size threatening to tear me apart. My pussy feels filled, and I sink my fingers into the mattress as he fucks me relentlessly, claiming every inch of my body. *** "You'll never have my love!" Alpha Aiden Draven growls, his eyes burning with hatred. But every time Vera Vale tries to walk away, he drags her back into his arms like letting her go would destroy him. She is the traitor's daughter, the cursed girl who should have died years ago. Here's the cruel part: Alpha Aiden is Vera's mate, but he doesn't feel it. He despises her, and every time they meet he loses control. And why does he protect her when every instinct tells him to let her die? Then Vera's world shatters when ancient enemies start hunting her. And a monster hidden in her blood wakes up... Every secret points to one terrifying truth: Vera was never meant to belong to the werewolves. Now two powerful Alphas want her for different reasons. One wants to possess her. The other wants to destroy everything she loves. As war between vampires and werewolves gets closer, Vera has to figure out who she is before the darkness inside her consumes them all. Because if she chooses the wrong side... She'll become the weapon that ends an entire race./1/118387/coverorgin.jpg?v=e77be29d2b00270f95c5b4f1f3b9fd59&imageMogr2/format/webp)
No Longer Your Shadow, Mr. CEO
Anabel woke up alone in her Manhattan penthouse, her billionaire husband Caleb missing from their bed once again. While folding his jacket, she found a hidden tablet containing a photo of a positive pregnancy test and intimate messages from a woman named Jodie. When Anabel secretly followed him, she saw him tenderly kissing the pregnant woman. The most chilling part? Jodie looked exactly like Anabel. Anabel wasn't a wife; she was just a placeholder for his college ex. When Anabel slammed the divorce papers on the table, Caleb sneered and tore them to pieces. "This marriage is a strategic alliance. It is not ending." He threatened to bankrupt her brother's firm if she dared to leave. To humiliate her further, Caleb moved his pregnant mistress into their company, gave Anabel's office away, and blatantly stole Anabel's unreleased jewelry designs to present as their own work. When she resisted, he physically pinned her against a wall, violently asserting his ownership. For three years, she had endured his coldness, acting as the perfect corporate wife. She couldn't understand how he could be so pathologically cruel, using her as a mere stand-in while systematically trying to strip away her life's work and dignity just to please his mistress. But the quiet, obedient wife was dead. At the executive board meeting, Anabel publicly exposed the stolen designs, dropped her resignation letter in front of a stunned Caleb, and walked out. Stepping into her ruthless new lawyer's waiting car, she grabbed the injunction lawsuit. It was time to burn his empire to the ground./1/115185/coverorgin.jpg?v=fc0d01d104e97d2e4b89394d939088ec&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Filthy Promises - A Mafia Romance
I'm in love with my boss. He doesn't even know I exist. ... Until today. My name is Rowan St. Clair. For five years, I've tried to pretend I'm not head over heels for a man I can never Vincent Akopov-gorgeous, ruthless, and completely out of my league. But one fateful errand changes everything. When I walk in on him thoroughly "occupied" with another woman, I expect embarrassment. Instead, I get a saucy wink that sets my body on fire. And the next day? A promotion I never asked for. "Congratulations, Ms. St. Clair. You're my new personal assistant." Suddenly, I'm thrust into Vincent's world-Park Avenue penthouses, private jets, and a boss whose meetings put the "DIC" in "dictation." He tests my limits. Filthy promises whispered in my ear in the middle of a boardroom, explicit Polaroids left in unexpected places, sneaky gropes in dark hallways... And I push back. Sexts send both ways, after all. Our game escalates with each passing day. There's just one to inherit his father's empire, Vince needs a wife. So guess who gets to accompany him on every awkward get-to-know-you date? Me-sitting beside him, trying to ignore his hands wandering up my skirt while he interviews potential brides. I tell myself it's just physical. Just temporary. Just a fantasy that will end when reality comes knocking. And reality does indeed knock- In the form of two pink lines on a pregnancy test./1/119733/coverorgin.jpg?v=de77b5cad8ad82929b14121e34d59848&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn As The Billionaire's Vengeful Queen
Adelina Hughes stood at the altar, holding her breath as she waited for her fiancé to say his vows. Instead of saying "I do," Carter gave her a chilling smirk just as the massive screen behind them flickered. Explicit, cleverly doctored photos of Adelina tangled with another man flashed for all the elite guests to see. The ballroom instantly erupted into venomous whispers. "On her wedding day... how shameless." Carter recoiled from her touch in disgust and publicly terminated their engagement. Her adoptive father stood up, roaring that the Hughes family no longer had a daughter. Her stepsister, Caroline, rushed to her side, pretending to be a supportive maid of honor for the crowd. "Just admit it, sister. This is what you deserve," Caroline whispered poisonously into her ear, before secretly shoving Adelina off the raised dais. Adelina's head cracked against the hard marble steps, and she fell into a deep coma, discarded by the man she loved and abandoned by her family. As her consciousness faded into the dark, Adelina felt the crushing weight of a lifetime of quiet suffering. She had endured the cold indifference of her adoptive parents and the constant sabotage of her stepsister, only to be framed and murdered on her wedding day. But the darkness didn't claim her. Instead, the soul of a betrayed, battle-hardened military commander code-named "Alpha" awakened in her broken body. Wiping away the ugly makeup her abusers had forced her to wear, the new Adelina looked at her flawless reflection in the mirror and made a silent vow. She would march straight to City Hall, marry the city's most dangerous billionaire to unlock her nine-figure trust fund, and make them all pay a thousand times over./0/20113/coverorgin.jpg?v=3a4055d8501c5ad075c38b7dee661137&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her best friend's groom
“Amber, please I can't.” Leila tried to make her friend understand. Tears were dripping down her pale cheeks as she spoke. “Yes, you can.” Amber replied, wiping the tears off Leila's face. “This is too much Amber, it’s not like the senior school days.” Leila pleaded with her friend to reconsider her decision. “Don’t worry everything will be fine.” Amber assured her best friend. Despite the difference in their families’ social status, Amber and Leila had been best friends since senior school. They had always watched each other’s back. Amber cannot marry Liam because she does not love him, she loves Andre. Amber wants to convince her friend Leila to take her place on the altar. Now Leila has agreed. Can she love Liam without feeling any guilt? Will Amber come back for her man?/1/115401/coverorgin.jpg?v=6fd1fb9a0c74ad38c1ebe1cbb672a812&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Arrogant Monster - A Mafia Romance
I just crashed my car in the middle of nowhere. Luckily for me, someone showed up to save me. Unluckily for me, that person is a runaway criminal. Daniil Vlasov. He's six and a half feet of blue-eyed broodiness. He won't tell me a single thing about who he is or what he's doing out here. But it doesn't take a genius to realize this man screams danger. I do the only thing I can do: play along. That's how I end up as his fake fiancé. That's how I end up camping in the woods on a fake honeymoon. That's how I end up in his arms-experiencing something that is extremely NOT fake, if you know what I mean. And then, in the morning... He's gone. Or so I thought. But ten years later, there he is again: my husband for a night. And-although he doesn't know it yet... The father of our baby./1/102384/coverorgin.jpg?v=5a63d355ad94f3bb354b211851d740c9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Ruin Me, Gently
Isabelle couldn't stop drinking as the music pounded through the club. She was trying to drown out the image of her best friend, Aurora, who was pregnant with her fiancé's child, on what should have been Isabelle's engagement night. But fate had other plans. When an employee calls in sick, Isabelle volunteers to fill in, unaware she is about to walk straight into the arms of Don Miller-the club's most powerful and dangerous client. He was ruthless, commanding, and known for treating women as playthings. Don doesn't believe in love... until Isabelle. One glance, one reckless touch, and something shifts. She stirs a hunger in him he thought he'd buried forever. And when he learns what broke her, Don makes Isabelle an indecent offer: He promises to mend her shattered heart and destroy everyone who betrayed her-if she surrenders to him completely. Two broken souls. One dark deal. Isabelle is about to learn that submission might just be the sweetest form of revenge. What begins as a dangerous bargain soon spirals into something deeper, darker, and far more intoxicating than either expected. Maybe love isn't always gentle. Sometimes it's an obsession. Sometimes it's surrender. And sometimes... it's the most exquisite kind of ruin./1/123498/coverorgin.jpg?v=806b86926f800b1dcd0176de8d95e19e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn Daughter: The Family's Blood Bag Is A Legendary Agent
I woke up in a body that wasn't mine. One life I was Aurora-a legendary operative who died in a hail of shrapnel. The other life belonged to June Chaney, a seventeen-year-old girl drained dry by her adoptive family for nine years, used as a walking blood bag for their precious biological daughter. Now I'm her. And I remember everything. The first thing I did? I looked my so-called mother in the eye, told her exactly what she'd been doing to me, and walked out the door without looking back. They thought I was weak. They thought I'd crawl back. They have no idea who they just set free. Because the girl they abused is gone. In her place is someone who can spot a million-dollar artifact in a pile of junk, haggle with underground dealers, and take down two armed men in an alley without breaking a sweat. Someone who can perform emergency surgery with seven silver needles and hack a cyberbully's entire social media existence in under five minutes. I have two lifetimes of knowledge burning in my skull. I have five million dollars in my account. And I have a list of people who need to learn what happens when you mess with the wrong girl. My adoptive family thinks they can drag me back. My real family is searching for me after eighteen years. And somewhere out there, a powerful man is watching my every move-trying to figure out who I really am. Let them come. Let them all come. I've died once. I've been used, drained, and thrown away. This time? I'm the one holding all the cards. "I know everything I need to know. From this day forward, your daughter won't receive a single drop of my blood. Find another supply." I walked out that door. I'm never going back./0/86468/coverorgin.jpg?v=0e54b37eee552558f4a29faff6337d40&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Ruin Me, Daddy: 50 Shades Darker Compilation
If the warning label could be written in red letters, it would. I'm not a soft erotic writer, so you shouldn't be a soft reader. This is a house of 50 shades darker steamy romance compilation. ALL your taboos and kinks will be fulfilled in this 1k short stories. First five stories. 1 Marry Your Daddy & Be Your Stepmom: When the thoughts, words, and touch of your boyfriend's dad gives you real orgasm, sinning is just as sweet. 2 My Gangster Masters: Though married, you're sent to the BDSM club to hunt the notorious triplet criminals. The operation is over, but your body still aches to submit to them one more time. 3 The Church Boy Is Gay: He's more innocent than a nerd. Haven't impregnated any girl. So you make him your role model until you're trapped in a room with him and the lights go off. 4 Creampied in a crowded subway: What's discomfort in a crowded subway when you can have a stranger's BBC slide beneath your dress and creampies you till you're wet and dripping? He claiming you till you become his all your subway journey. Forever. 5 My Masked Psycho: You have a fetish for masked men and you're just the kind of ladies he preys on. Others: Taboo and forbidden relationship. Beastly Alpha. Voyeurism. You're a slave to the hot cell's Don and his Capos in a prison breaks. Naughty professor. The Bulgar is your new obsession. Flash.../1/115536/coverorgin.jpg?v=2f56d591df8f8a1cc657e6712ea497b6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Make Him Bleed or Yearn
Diana was murdered on the day of her Engagement anniversary by her fiance Gaston and her best friend Rebecca. They laughed as her car caught up in flames and she almost died. Luckily for her, she ended up in the hospital where she had plastic surgery, after fully recovering, she realized that Gaston and Rebecca had gotten married and were living her life. She swore to ruin their lives, exacting her revenge by working as a secretary for her Ex-fiancée Gaston, making him fall helplessly in love with her. But things take an unexpected turn when she has an encounter with a childhood crush who chases her to the ends of the earth to make her his./0/74529/coverorgin.jpg?v=eca3a77010a73cf8f8423c785cfc4aff&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Chased by an Arrogant Zillionaire
Heartbroken after being cheated on by her lover, Zofia vents her anger by sleeping with a gigolo. However, to her surprise, the man turns out not to be the gigolo she hired but instead the CEO of New Starlight Consortium named Xavier. As a result of their one-night stand, Zofia becomes pregnant and gives birth to quadruplets with special abilities. Upon learning that the Zillionaire is searching for her all over the country, Zofia fakes her death and leaves one of her babies, who suffers from a rare disease, with Xavier. Five years later, Zofia returns to New York under a new identity as the genius doctor Valencia Emberlynn. But Zofia's disguise only fuels hatred in Xavier's heart, causing him to relentlessly pursue her for revenge. Can Zofia melt Xavier's heart? And can she cure the rare disease afflicting Aiden, her eldest son?/1/101923/coverorgin.jpg?v=e39c3414725524d940dc167ac21cf8b0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
