Romance Books for Women
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Substitute Wife, Destined Lover
"I'm in desperate need of money to pay Grandmother's medical fee. I will marry Charles instead of Yvonne as soon as I get the money." When her sister Yvonne ran away from the wedding, Autumn was forced to pretend to be Yvonne and marry Charles. Her only wish was to get a divorce after a year. Charles is rich and powerful. His name had been linked to innumerable ladies. He had different girlfriends for every day of a year. Neither of them had expected that they would fall in love with each other./1/116483/coverorgin.jpg?v=a839a46a0850308d6fbd2afe6c13e4d0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Kicked Out? Watch The True Heiress Shine
For nineteen years, Chloe lived with the Tucker family, enduring their endless insults while acting as their quiet, grateful adopted daughter. But today, her adoptive sister Amber framed her for stealing a cheap, fake diamond necklace. Her adoptive parents didn't even bother to investigate the obvious setup. Brenda called Chloe a jealous stray from the trailer park, while Gary turned purple with rage, pointing at the door and ordering her to pack her trash and leave immediately. Even her cheating ex-boyfriend Preston joined the drama, comforting Amber in the driveway and screaming at Chloe for being a vicious woman. The household staff smirked in the shadows, openly enjoying the sight of her being scolded and thrown out. Chloe looked at these pathetic actors, feeling nothing but pure, unadulterated disgust. "Living with you for nineteen years was an insult to my intelligence." She didn't cry or beg for their forgiveness. Instead, Chloe completely wiped her phone, packed her heavy laptop, and walked out of their front gates. The Tuckers stood in stunned silence as a massive, military-grade stealth helicopter descended from the sky to pick her up. Her real grandfather, the head of the ultra-powerful Sinclair family, had finally found her. As Chloe boarded the aircraft to reclaim her true identity, she sent Gary a grand parting gift: a certified DNA report proving Amber was never his biological daughter./1/101922/coverorgin.jpg?v=1b7647958b58df7081c0a0ad0f5b531b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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./1/114448/coverorgin.jpg?v=a9ee78db376d83f62fbd9f98ad644524&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Widowed CEO's Contract Bride
Love sometimes arrived when people least expected it, and often through the last person they would've imagined. At forty years old, Daniel lived a life built around routine. His days revolved around managing the family company as its CEO while raising his three children alone. After losing his wife, grief slowly consumed him and turned him into a distant, guarded man over the years. Meanwhile, Deanna lived an ordinary life. She worked part-time while studying at the School of the Arts, determined to achieve her dream of becoming an opera singer. With only one year left before graduation, her life suddenly changed when her friend Harry came to her in desperation and begged for help. An old family tradition stood in Harry's way and prevented him from marrying his pregnant girlfriend. According to the family's rules, Daniel, his older brother, had to marry first. In order to help Harry out of the situation, Daniel and Deanna agreed to fake a relationship and enter a marriage of convenience. They were complete opposites, yet the attraction between them slowly became impossible to ignore. Daniel found the warmth and comfort that had long disappeared from his life, while Deanna experienced love again after suffering through a painful breakup. For the first time in years, Daniel finally had a chance to rebuild the family he thought he'd lost forever. However, not everyone wanted to see them together. Hidden motives, outside interference, and countless schemes constantly threatened to drive them apart. Their journey wasn't easy. Aside from dealing with people determined to complicate their relationship, they also had to confront their own fears and insecurities. A fifteen-year age gap was never going to be simple to overcome. Still, the heart followed its own path, and love rarely listened to reason./1/115255/coverorgin.jpg?v=e08b1fe956e6850cd870c4c8cc56c780&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Scapegoat's Return: Watch Me Shine Now
I was the adopted daughter of the wealthy Reese family, living quietly in the shadow of their biological daughter, Asha. After a charity gala, a drunk Asha insisted on driving her sports car, only to strike a pedestrian on a dark, wet road. Before I could even call 911, my boyfriend Collins and the family lawyer arrived to control the scene. My adoptive father put a heavy hand on my shoulder, begging me to take the fall so their true bloodline wouldn't have a criminal record. "I'll wait for you, Crys. I promise I'll take care of everything." Collins whispered those words and squeezed my hand. I foolishly agreed, but in court, Collins personally submitted a fabricated statement detailing my history of severe binge drinking. The high-priced lawyer offered no defense, and I was sentenced to three years in a federal prison, completely abandoned by the family I loved. For 1,095 days behind razor wire, I suffered the ultimate betrayal. They hadn't made a mistake; they had intentionally fed me to the wolves as a disposable sacrifice to keep their precious princess safe. I couldn't understand how the man I loved could destroy me without a single ounce of hesitation. Upon my release, I fled to a new city with just twenty-seven dollars, deciding that surviving and living well would be my revenge. I finally found a safe haven working at a small diner. But as I drove my delivery truck downtown today, I locked eyes with Collins's best friend through the window of a luxury Bentley. The billionaires who ruined my life have found me, and the storm they tried to bury has officially arrived./1/114574/coverorgin.jpg?v=a10769555976d4f25572cff058d89d85&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Neglected Wife's Bloody Revenge Pact
Jenna lay dying in the ICU, kept alive by a ventilator. Her twenty-year-old twins walked in wearing designer clothes, looking at her with pure disgust. Before Jenna could even reach out, Arthur stepped back. "Don't touch me. You'll ruin my jacket." Clio shoved a photo in Jenna's face, revealing their billionaire father was marrying someone else next week. They told Jenna she was a penniless nobody, nothing but a cheap incubator for the Knight family heirs. Then, checking his luxury watch, Arthur complained they were going to be late for a charity gala. Smiling coldly, he reached out and unplugged her life support. Jenna suffocated in agony, watching her own children walk away without looking back. As the heart monitor flatlined, she swore a blood oath. If she ever got another chance, she would make them bleed. When she opened her eyes again, she was back fifteen years in the past. Her five-year-old son was kicking her bed, screaming at her to make his pancakes. The trauma of her death ignited into pure, freezing rage. She finally understood that to this family, she was just livestock. This time, Jenna didn't drop to her knees to coax him. She dragged the brat over her knee and slapped him hard. She demanded a divorce, escaped her locked mansion using torn bedsheets, and ran into the dark. Finding a bleeding, heavily armed military operative hiding from assassins, Jenna pressed her hands against his wound. "I get you out of this kill zone. In exchange, you protect me."/1/111532/coverorgin.jpg?v=1055070da1fc74d6ec4d13f6a87d7bad&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Married to the CEO by Morning
After my boyfriend of four years publicly humiliated me at a charity gala, calling me a "charity case," I drowned my sorrows at a dive bar and had a one-night stand with a stranger. I woke up the next morning in a luxury hotel suite to find out the stranger was Christian Porter, the most ruthless billionaire on Wall Street. Worse, paparazzi had photographed us leaving the bar. He coldly informed me that the photos would create a scandal that could tank his company's upcoming IPO, costing him hundreds of millions. As if my world wasn't collapsing fast enough, I got a call that my younger brother had been arrested for assaulting my ex in my defense. Christian didn't want my apology; he wanted a solution. He slammed a prenuptial agreement on the table in front of me. He gave me an ultimatum: sign a two-year marriage contract to turn the scandal into a corporate fairy tale, or he would ruin me. Trapped, I agreed. But when my furious brother confronted him at the police station, Christian looked him dead in the eye and said something that left me breathless. "I didn't marry her to solve a problem," he said, his voice echoing in the small room. "I married her because I've been in love with her for ten years."/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./1/101418/coverorgin.jpg?v=d2f85018e2899e922621a98046c4cb2c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Abandoned Wife, Billionaire Revenge
My husband promised me forever, but gave me endless lies. On our anniversary, I found his secrets on social media, exposed by his mistress. He didn't just break my heart; he broke my entire world. Seraphina sat alone in her opulent mansion, preparing their anniversary dinner, feeling the suffocating weight of her cold, hollow marriage. An Instagram post from Tiffany Sloan then brazenly revealed Harrison's hand at a romantic dinner, shattering his flimsy excuses and exposing his blatant infidelity. The betrayal turned Seraphina's despair into cold resolve. He gaslighted her, dismissed her pain, and reminded her she was "nothing." He chose his mistress over her dying brother, caused her to break an ankle, and finally abandoned her on a desolate street corner, stripped of dignity. How could she have sacrificed her entire violin career for a man who so casually discarded her? Under that bridge, her foolish love died, leaving only a fierce desire for reclamation. Shivering and alone, a faded flyer for a violin teacher caught her eye. It was a defiant whisper of her old self, a promise: Seraphina Vanderbilt was gone, and a new Seraphina was finally free./1/116595/coverorgin.jpg?v=f405de1e69d96c912899a23950fc7ae5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn To Fall In Love With My Husband Again
Eleanora was pinned inside her crushed car, her blood mixing with the freezing rain. The footsteps approaching the wreckage didn't belong to paramedics, but to her trusted older sister, Destiny, and the man she loved, Justen. "I cut the brake lines myself, Ella," Destiny smiled, her voice barely a whisper over the storm. Destiny mocked Eleanora for being a naive ATM, revealing they had forged the financial reports to steal her inheritance. Then, she whispered one final, sickening secret. Heinrich Mcdowell, the cold fiancé Eleanora hated and ran away from, was dead. He had just burned to ashes in a warehouse fire, sacrificing his life to save a girl who didn't even want him. The crushing weight of guilt and betrayal hit Eleanora harder than the crash. She had fought her own family to give Destiny everything, while the man she treated like garbage had died for her. As Destiny casually tossed a lighter into the leaking gasoline, the flames instantly swallowed the cabin. In the fraction of a second before the fire consumed her entirely, Eleanora carved a vow into her soul: she would tear them apart piece by piece. "Beep. Beep. Beep." Eleanora's eyes snapped open to the sterile white ceiling of a VIP hospital ward. It was October 2018. She had returned to five years ago. This was the exact day she swallowed sleeping pills to force her parents to cancel her prenuptial agreement with Heinrich. This time, Eleanora ripped the IV from her hand and ran barefoot into the cold night. She was going to get her fiancé back./1/117089/coverorgin.jpg?v=3e778207379331f7f6d97e39cf4e15c3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Unwanted Wife, His Undeniable Daughter
My husband's mistress faked a miscarriage and blamed me, shattering my world. He watched me fall in the rain, pregnant with his child, and drove away. Now, three years later, I'm back in his penthouse, a survivor, not a victim. Aurora always felt like an outsider at her husband Josef's lavish family parties. He was cold, distant, his only command for her to "look like she belonged." But nothing could prepare her for the night his mistress, Carmelita, deliberately stumbled down the grand staircase, screaming, "My baby... Aurora, why?" A dark bloodstain spread on Carmelita's dress, and the party guests' horrified stares condemned Aurora instantly. Josef, bypassing her completely, cradled Carmelita with a frantic concern he'd never shown his wife, his eyes burning with disgust. He exiled Aurora, then cut off all support, abandoning her in a strange city. When she tried to tell him she was pregnant, he coldly turned her away, watching her fall alone in the rain as his car sped off. Stripped of everything, branded a monster, Aurora was forced to fight for herself and her unborn child. The calculated cruelty of his betrayal, and the raw injustice of her situation, fueled a desperate resolve. Three years later, a summons from his dying grandmother brought her back to the very penthouse where her life had once fallen apart. Her quiet determination hardened when she walked in to find Josef standing there, his face a mask of disbelief./0/46524/coverorgin.jpg?v=5bbc8026f894b63adf16d58180d8e92c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mysterious Mr. Reynolds Falls Madly In Love
Thea felt she would never be happy again after she was forced to marry the infamous and mysterious cripple, who went by the name, Mr. Reynolds. It was rumored that her new husband was ugly and very mean. As a result, Thea prepared herself to endure her unhappy marriage. But she received a big shocker soon after. Her husband showered her with all the love. He made her feel so special. Mr. Reynolds was her knight in shining armor. He defended her against all those who came for her. Even when her own father mistreated her, he destroyed the geezer's car. All her haters resented her to the bone. As they licked their wounds, they cussed her out in their hearts. What a heartless woman! Mr. Reynolds put his arms around Thea and declared, "She's the love of my life. I love her just the way she is. Does anyone have any objections?"/1/110873/coverorgin.jpg?v=09438df2cc6e0068df3892dc746da4e6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Trapped By My Ruthless Boss
She wasn't his weakness. She was his ruin, and he would bring the world to its knees before he let her go. *** Kisarel thought she had it all figured out, until the night she caught her fiancé in bed with her cousin. The same cousin who was engaged to her boss, the ruthless and untouchable billionaire, Mr. Oceans Stark. Heartbroken, humiliated, and trapped on a business trip with the man her cousin was set to marry, Kisarel did the unthinkable – she begged her boss to make her forget her boyfriend's betrayal. Oceans swore he didn't touch his employees. He swore his heart only belonged to a certain strange woman he'd been looking for, who saved his life so many years ago. But the moment Kisarel kissed him, every resolution he made shattered. And after their one sinful night together, Mr. Stark couldn't let Kisarel go. He began to do everything within his power to get her even more entangled in his web of obsession. There were a thousand reasons she should have stayed away from him. She ignored every single one. He knew every part of her belonged to someone else. But every part of him didn't care. What neither of them knows is that Kisarel was the woman he's been searching for all along. Now, Oceans is set to call off his wedding with Kisarel's cousin, and he expects Kisarel to also call off her wedding with her cheating fiancé. Kisarel is now tangled in an obsession so hot that it might consume her whole. And Oceans is ready to drown his entire empire just to keep the woman he truly loves./1/113326/coverorgin.jpg?v=380f27e97a54b1112f9a3596975185af&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Unwanted Bride Takes Back Her Crown
At my lavish Manhattan wedding, my groom Ethan abandoned me at the altar in front of five hundred elite guests. His childhood friend Donie had faked a medical emergency by swallowing four melatonin gummies. Instead of apologizing, Ethan's wealthy mother threw a check at me to save their reputation, while Ethan demanded I rush to the hospital to donate blood for Donie's "stress-induced flare-up." For five years, I had been Donie's personal blood bank and Ethan's obedient corporate lawyer, chained by the guilt that Ethan once took a knife for me. But when I finally refused to bleed for her, Ethan weaponized his scar, calling me an ungrateful wretch, and told me to get out of his life. That night, my appendix ruptured. Writhing in agony on my apartment floor, I used my last ounce of strength to call Ethan for help. Donie answered his phone. "Faking an emergency to get his attention? You are pathetic. He is mine." She hung up, leaving me to die in a pool of my own cold sweat. I went into emergency surgery completely alone. I didn't understand how the hero who once risked his life to save me could let his mistress leave me to die. I had paid my life debt with five years of my youth. Why was my absolute loyalty rewarded with such cruel betrayal? When I woke up, Ethan finally called, screaming at me to get back to the office to handle a corporate lawsuit. I calmly told him we were done, wiped his entire family from my life, and took my power back./0/78722/coverorgin.jpg?v=8aa2127a674564f5bdd82852ca7f9bba&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Mafia Lords: On Knees Begging For Her Forgiveness
He hated her, believing she betrayed him and his family. Only to discover that he was the villain all along... Mila Russetti's life turned upside down the moment she decided to break the rigid rules of her foster family for the first time in her life. At age of four, she had been adopted into the most dangerous Mafia family in the USA_The Hayden family. Behind the steel gates and the locked doors, she was a prisoner, the calm and obedient daughter. By a single act of rebellion, she payed dearly: she was set up, raped, used as a pawn to break down the Haydens. Her foster family kicked her out of their lives and sent her overseas treating her as a traitor. After four years, they showed up again in her life, claiming she owed their dying father a last visit. She returned to the Hayden's mansion with her three years old son, only to discover that they were trying to cage her again and forcing her into a marriage. Will she give in to their abuse, especially after she had discovered the shocking truth of the identity of her rapist? And how will she take her revenge on them when she finds out that she's the heiress to a Tycoon mafia empire? How does her biological mother's shady past affect Mila's present? Is it true that the only thing that brings dangerous and ruthless Mafia Lords, those who are morally gray men to their knees-begging and regretting-are the women they worship? A juicy and twisted love-hate dynamic, Obsession, toxic attraction story is waiting for you. **** When she pressed the knife to her own throat, his mask finally cracked. He hesitated for a second before confessing with guilt, "I know who did it, Mila. I know who raped you that night four years ago. And I assure you/1/113569/coverorgin.jpg?v=c561c0e1e2fbfe3faa5efcc7ab6477b5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Betrayed Heiress And Her Genius Comeback
I skipped my final lab review in Geneva and endured a fourteen-hour flight to surprise my husband for our fourth wedding anniversary. Instead, looking through the window of our beachfront estate, I saw him playing the perfect, loving father to a "tragic widow's" daughter, kissing the widow with practiced, casual intimacy. Fleeing in pure panic, I got into a horrific car crash. Waking up in the VIP hospital room, I kept my eyes shut and heard my husband talking to his best friend right beside my bed. "She's just a party girl who knows how to swipe a black card. I only play the part because I need her father's proxy vote for the IPO." "Every time I have to touch her in bed, it feels like a corporate obligation. It makes me sick." Later, even my own father demanded I step down from my company role and publicly welcome the mistress, just to protect the family's investment in the upcoming ten-billion-dollar IPO. Four years of marriage and quiet humiliations, all reduced to a calculated lie. They all thought I was just a brainless, hysterical socialite who could be easily manipulated and discarded. They didn't know that the core anti-aging algorithm his entire empire relied on was secretly built by me. I calmly pulled out my phone and texted my divorce lawyer. "I want him bankrupt. On the day his company rings the bell, I am going to burn his entire life to the ground."/1/113157/coverorgin.jpg?v=cc80eefa47648cc1dfc0dc1e54374d66&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Unwanted Wife's Spectacular Genius Comeback
I gave up my MIT physics fellowship to marry Emery, the ruthless CEO of the Kirkland family, thinking three years of devotion could warm his cold heart. Then I discovered he was desperately, secretly in love with Catalina—his younger brother's new fiancée. To protect his secret and keep her close, Emery used me as a pathetic shield. He watched coldly as his family publicly humiliated my background. He forced me to drink freezing champagne on an empty stomach just to appease Catalina's fake victim act. When I finally tried to leave, he blackmailed me with my father's corporate bailout contract, forcing me to move back into the main estate just so he could live under the same roof as the woman he truly wanted. The breaking point came when Catalina's unleashed Doberman lunged at me in the gardens. To save my right arm—the arm I needed for my research—I kicked the vicious beast in self-defense, twisting my ankle in the process. Emery rushed out. He didn't ask if I was bitten. He didn't look at my swollen leg or my pale face. He only saw Catalina sobbing over her whimpering dog, and he stared down at me with pure, absolute disgust. "Why did you do that?" Looking up at the man I had loved for three years, the last chain holding me to this miserable marriage shattered. I didn't bother to explain. I just pulled out my phone, contacted the most ruthless divorce attorney in Boston, and headed back to my lab./1/112772/coverorgin.jpg?v=ef138d73dafe47954f52610fee2ab35b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Thirty Days To Ruin My Cheating Husband
Evia Conway was the perfect billionaire's wife, a docile ornament bound by a ruthless prenuptial agreement that would leave her with nothing if she ever filed for divorce. That was until she found her husband's unlocked iPad and saw the photos of him wrapped around a 22-year-old blonde. The girl was Penelope, a scholarship recipient funded by Evia's own charity foundation. While Evia endured his family's public mockery for being barren, Frederic was secretly transferring two million dollars to buy his mistress a penthouse. He even laughed with his friends at an exclusive club, mocking Evia's devotion. "She is just a useless placeholder. Once Penelope gives birth to my heir, I will throw her out." Penelope even called Evia to flaunt her ultrasound, demanding she quietly disappear or face a public smear campaign. They all thought Evia was just a weak, clueless woman who could be easily discarded. But what Frederic didn't know was that Evia had kept a secret for three years: a medical report proving he was completely sterile. The baby he was destroying his marriage for was a total fraud. Evia didn't shed a single tear. She calmly put on her diamond necklace, smiled her perfect society smile, and opened her hidden encrypted laptop. She had exactly thirty days to surgically dismantle his empire and let him lose everything./1/114528/coverorgin.jpg?v=7060f73cb0f331cdc0c8d2c0464c216b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Awakening From A Toxic Billionaire Marriage
I woke up in a sterile hospital room, my head split open from a horrific car crash. But the pain in my skull was nothing compared to the memory burned into my retinas just before the impact: my billionaire husband, Dawson, walking into a luxury hotel with a woman who looked exactly like his dead first love. When Dawson finally arrived at the ward, there was no panic or relief in his eyes. He just coldly looked at my bloody bandages. "Your reckless driving just forced me to postpone the quarterly board meeting." Even our seven-year-old son, who I almost died giving birth to, didn't spare me a single glance. He kicked my hospital bed in annoyance. "The Wi-Fi here is garbage. You're a bad mom! Dad said Aunt Angelita should be the one living with us!" My blood turned to ice. For five years, I had bent over backward, wearing the hideous pale dresses he picked, starving myself to maintain a fragile figure, all to be a perfect, obedient substitute for a ghost. And this was what I got. An unfaithful husband who would rather bury me in debt than grant me a divorce, and a son who wished I was dead. The weak, subservient Charlene died on that wet asphalt. When the doctor pointed to Dawson and asked for his name, I looked at my husband with a hollow, defensive stare. "Who are you?" I whispered. Using retrograde amnesia as my shield, I was going to tear their perfect world apart./1/101923/coverorgin.jpg?v=e39c3414725524d940dc167ac21cf8b0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
