Romance Books for Women
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Call Me Daddy.
"Call me Daddy. I tell you what to do and you fucking listen. When I order you to spread your legs, you go the widest you can, you show me the depths of your pussy. When I order you to stab your soaked, dripping pussy with three of your fingers, you look me dead in the eyes and do it. When I order you to call me daddy, you open your mouth and call me daddy, because I'm your fucking daddy, baby girl. You obey, you follow orders, and you get rewards and treats from sugar daddy, my sugar baby." When Daddy tells you to pick up this book, listen. Obey like the depraved slut that you are. Obey with your dry pussy and watch it soak and ruin your panties, your sheets, your damn life. Default and lose your treats, rewards and your orgasm, you unsatisfied reader. I dare you to remain the same after experiencing daddy. ...... Note: There's no limit. None. Dane Wright. Don't worry, he doesn't need your forgiveness or the face of disgust you'll make. He would unfortunately rather die, than leave his business partner's daughter alone./1/115411/coverorgin.jpg?v=a9356aa7776199a99f2381bc13bc80a2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Tarnished Tyrant - A Mafia Romance
I got pregnant from a one-night-stand. I wasn't going to tell the father... Until I walked into the office and found out he's my new boss. Here's some advice: Don't sleep with your boss. Here's some more: Don't sleep with your married boss. And while I'm at it: Don't sleep with your married, dangerous, billionaire, completely-incapable-of-feeling boss, because all he's going to do is break your heart and your body and leave you to cry in the ashes. But I've never been good at taking my own advice. In my defense, I didn't know that Nikolai Zhukova was any of those things when we met. I just thought he was the gray-eyed sinner in first class. And when I started having a panic attack at the sudden turbulence, I thought he was the kind soul calming me down. But Nikolai is the farthest thing from kind. He's cruel, he's powerful, he's arrogant. And now, according to the test in my hand... He's the father of my baby./1/109021/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260326005234&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Contract That Married Me
I didn't fall in love. I signed my name. When Aria Vale is forced into a marriage contract to save her family from ruin, she expects cold rules, clean boundaries, and an emotionless arrangement. What she doesn't expect is Callum Hale. Ruthless. Untouchable. A man who treats marriage like a business deal, and her like a clause he never planned to want. Their union is supposed to be fake. No feelings. No intimacy. No betrayal. But proximity turns restraint into temptation, and every rule begins to blur. Stolen glances become dangerous. Touch becomes a mistake. Because the contract has an expiration date... And walking away might destroy them both. A forced marriage. A ruthless billionaire. And a love that was never part of the deal. 👉 Start reading now./1/123837/coverorgin.jpg?v=f1672e5ff7378e10c101345154ac56f6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Divorcing The Tycoon: Rebirth Of A Queen
Felicity lay dying in a sterile VIP hospital room, her life slipping away to the fragile beeping of a heart monitor. The woman she had once pitied and considered a friend, Eden Ortiz, stood over her bed with a cruel, triumphant smile. Eden leaned in and whispered that Felicity's husband, Kayden, was too busy to come see her one last time. Then, she delivered a venomous secret that completely shattered Felicity's world. "Did you know? Your precious son's death wasn't an accident. I just gave the truck driver a little motivation." Eden sneered that five-year-old Leo was never Kayden's biological son anyway, making them both disposable obstacles so she could finally claim Kayden for herself. Felicity remembered her husband's six years of cold indifference toward their child, and it all made a sickening kind of sense. Endless regret and a black, burning hatred consumed her as her heart monitor let out a piercing scream and flatlined. She hated her own weakness and blind devotion. Why hadn't she seen the monster hiding in plain sight? Darkness swallowed her, but just as suddenly, her eyes flew open. She wasn't in the cold hospital. She was sitting in the familiar master bedroom of the Miller estate. The date on her phone read June 12th—exactly one year before her son's murder, the very day Eden returned to the country. A cold smile touched her lips as she picked up her phone and dialed her lawyer. "Mr. Davis, it's Felicity Soto. I need you to draft a divorce agreement for me. Immediately."/1/107842/coverorgin.jpg?v=1f81b45ab71d6012d58624d9afd84059&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Bound By Blood: The Billionaire's Contract
I woke up gasping for air, expecting the cold concrete of a prison cell, but my fingers sank into the plush leather of a luxury Lincoln. I was twenty-four again, wearing the silver silk dress from the night my life was systematically destroyed. Beside me sat my cousin Catrina, the woman whose carefully crafted lies had orchestrated my ruin and sent me to a penitentiary for five years. In my first life, this was the night the dominoes fell. Catrina stole my jewelry to paint me as mentally unstable, and by morning, I was stripped of my medical license and labeled a criminal. My mother’s family, the Montgomerys, stood by and watched as my father’s company was devoured by wolves, treating my existence like a "liability" that needed to be managed. I still felt the phantom tremors in my hands from prison fights and the stinging betrayal of being discarded by the people I called family. I had lived through five years of absolute hell, a former surgeon rotting in a cell while the people who framed me toasted to their success at galas I was no longer invited to. "Don't be selfish, Dawn," Catrina whispered, reaching for the necklace that would later be used as evidence against me. "Let the jewelry shine on someone who actually matters." She thought I was still the fragile victim she could manipulate, but she didn't realize I had returned from the grave with the cold, clinical calculation of a fixer. Instead of walking into her trap at the gala, I forced the car onto a dark service road and dragged a dying billionaire, Jennings Stafford, from the wreckage of a burning SUV. He was the only man powerful enough to destroy my enemies, and as I stitched his wounds with stolen supplies, I didn't ask for a thank you. I looked him dead in the eye and proposed a contract that would set the world on fire. "I want a strategic marriage. You get a harmless wife with a legacy name to calm your board, and I get immunity from everyone who ever touched me." The bill for my five years in prison had finally come due, and I was here to collect./1/117478/coverorgin.jpg?v=0a2d31b62d458585931703e77685add9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn To Reject My Billionaire Fiancé
Chloe Sinclair woke up to the relentless smell of antiseptic and the furious voice of her fiancé, Harrison. She had just crashed his quarter-million-dollar car on the highway. But brutal memory slammed into her—the crash wasn't an accident. Brianna, Harrison's supposed best friend, had handed her the keys knowing perfectly well the brake lines were cut. In her previous life, Chloe had cried and apologized pathetically from this very hospital bed. She had begged Harrison to believe she didn't do it on purpose. Instead, he looked at her with utter disgust, tightening his suffocating control while openly flaunting his affair with Brianna. Chloe had endured a decade of humiliation, watching her powerful family wither away under Harrison's machinations. She was drained of her wealth, locked in a miserable marriage, and eventually died a broken, forgotten woman. Until her last breath, she hadn't understood. She had sacrificed her dignity and dedicated her entire life to loving him. Why did her desperate devotion only earn his casual cruelty? Why did the people she trusted most want her dead so badly? Opening her eyes again, she stared at the digital clock on the wall. It was October 12th, ten years ago. The exact day her nightmare began. A core of steel formed in the wreckage of her past self. When Harrison grabbed her wrist to lecture her, Chloe wrenched her arm free and slapped him hard across the face. "We're done, Harrison."/1/117491/coverorgin.jpg?v=9a53cc94f6e002502d173ffe5d88dc47&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Secret Billionaire's Contract Bride
Annette’s adoptive parents only ever treated her to a feast when they wanted money. Her salary already funded their house, and her savings paid for her brother’s college. But this time, they dropped a bomb: her brother was $50,000 in debt. Their solution was to force Annette on a blind date with a wealthy man to pay it off. "I will not sell myself. I'm not going to end up like Eleanor." But her parents weaponized her brother’s pain, showing her a video of him breaking down. Cornered and desperate to save him, Annette agreed. She went to the café ready to be bought. But the man waiting for her wasn't the rich heir her parents promised. Julian Sterling claimed to be a simple security guard making a mere $2,800 a month. Yet, he slid a debit card with $50,000 across the table, asking for a one-year fake marriage to escape his own family's control. When he later sent her $4,000 for living expenses, Annette's heart ached with profound guilt. She was entirely convinced this honorable man was secretly working grueling night shifts just to provide for a fake wife. Clutching the key to the stunning apartment he offered her, Annette swore to work tirelessly at her boba shop to pay him back. She had absolutely no idea her struggling, blue-collar husband was actually a billionaire CEO in disguise./1/117486/coverorgin.jpg?v=59d618d5a91f33600c5a10603b4ebf9c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late: The Masked Heiress Returns
Chloe Beaumont's adopted sister, Victoria, handed her a glass of champagne with a sweet smile right before the violent car crash. Victoria and Chloe's fiancé, Asher, left her in the freezing rain with broken ribs and a dislocated arm, certain she would die. When Chloe dragged her bleeding, mud-caked body back to the estate three days later, her family didn't offer a shred of comfort. Instead, Victoria squeezed out fake tears, claiming Chloe had gone insane. "Mother! Chloe came back and started saying these crazy things, and then she attacked me!" Her stepmother slapped her, her brothers called her a disgrace, and her father coldly watched as they accused Chloe of faking her horrific wounds for attention. They even conspired to marry her off to a dying, reclusive heir just to clear the path for Victoria's grand engagement. Looking at their disgusted faces, Chloe's usually warm eyes turned to ice. She finally understood that her own family never cared if she lived or died; they only wanted her out of the way. But she wasn't the weak, naive girl they thought they had broken. Using her hidden skills, Chloe meticulously painted a grotesque, permanent-looking burn scar across her cheek. She picked the lock of her bedroom door and headed straight for Victoria and Asher's lavish engagement party. If they wanted to treat her like a ruined monster, she would use that mask to tear their perfect, glittering world to shreds./1/112619/coverorgin.jpg?v=952d98135fb5acc8c5d1fdb6361bc388&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Bound By The CEO's Cruel Contract
I was the orphaned "parasite" of the Tyler family, taken in only to be abused for fifteen years after my parents died in a tragic car crash. To finally escape their control, I sold my first time to my ruthless billionaire boss, Ellsworth Mosley, for one million dollars. I thought it was a clean transaction. But the next morning, covered in severe bruises he left on me, I was handed a brutal contract with a fifty-million-dollar penalty. He didn't just buy my silence; he bought me. My nightmare only worsened when my adoptive family found out about my connection to the billionaire. Instead of disgust, they invited me to a hypocritical family dinner. "Talk to Mosley, convince him to invest in our failing business," my adoptive father demanded shamelessly. His son, who had tormented me for years, even grabbed my hand. "Do this, and we can be officially engaged. You'll finally be a real Tyler." They wanted me to whore myself out to save the family that had treated me like a stray dog. I shattered my wine glass, cursed them to go bankrupt, and walked out into the rain. As I reached the door, my phone vibrated with a terrifying summons from Ellsworth. But it was the panicked whisper behind me that froze my blood. "She knows about the brakes on her parents' car. If anyone finds out what we did, we'll go to prison." They murdered my parents. I gripped my phone, accepting the devil's call. Since I was already bound to a monster, I would use his power to drag them all to hell./1/113775/coverorgin.jpg?v=1218e0b8ff0bba1b02b2111ba0147d90&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn Embrace: Taming the Possessive Tycoon
I woke up gasping from a nightmare of flames devouring Chandler Finch's estate, my body wrapped in burning curtains as I died alone. But my eyes opened to silk sheets in his penthouse master bedroom. He was alive beside me, his cedarwood scent real. This was my second chance—I'd been reborn. His phone buzzed: Eugenia Stewart's "emergency." Her security detail reported her refusing meals, unstable. Chandler bolted without a glance, rushing to her side. I signed the brutal cohabitation contract binding me to him, but Temperance had planted birth control pills in the trash—a trap to frame me. Chandler found them, exploded in jealous rage, crushing the pills to dust. "No child unless it's mine," he growled, possessive fire in his eyes. Brett, Eugenia's lapdog, stormed in later, accusing me of manipulation. I fired back: Chandler demanded my womb for his heir. Brett paled, fled to tattle. Then the storm hit—power outage, locked on the terrace in pouring rain, freezing as Eugenia faked an asthma attack on Chandler's line, stealing his focus again. I hung up, huddled with a stray puppy, nearly dying from hypothermia. He'd never believed me before—Eugenia's lies always won, dooming me to isolation and fire. Why did her every whimper trump my screams? How could he be so blind? This time, reborn weeks before the inferno, I wouldn't beg. I'd play his game, shatter Eugenia's web, and make Chandler mine—before the flames returned./1/114452/coverorgin.jpg?v=e266296b4112a188f9c491f7d4f15bb5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Bought The Billionaire For One Night
A week before my wedding, I went to the airport parking garage to surprise my fiancé with a luxury watch. Instead, I caught him having sex in his car with my best friend and maid of honor. Devastated and desperate to forget, I went to an exclusive club and blew my $50,000 trust fund to buy a one-night stand with a gorgeous stranger. But the nightmare was just beginning. At work, my cheating best friend stole my hard-earned promotion, and my ex shamelessly defended her. Worse, the escort I had paid for sex turned out to be the ruthless new CEO of my airline. He tormented me on a flight to Paris. When I was robbed of my passport and wallet on the freezing streets, he forced me to be his gala date just to get my life back. But the ultimate trap was waiting for me in New York. A secretly taken photo of me leaving the CEO's penthouse leaked on the company forum. "I knew she got that Paris trip for a reason." My ex and my former best friend led the charge in the comments, framing me as a shameless gold digger who slept her way to the top. I was stripped of my flying credentials, suspended from the job I loved, and publicly humiliated. I didn't understand why the CEO was playing these cruel games, or who had orchestrated this perfect trap to ruin my life. Standing outside the airport with my career in ashes, I realized crying wouldn't save me. I wiped my tears, accepted my mother's invitation to a high-society mixer, and prepared to make everyone who set me up pay the price./1/112036/coverorgin.jpg?v=b26077868e42f9f058ab0ee1a4f0bec9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Ruin Me, Daddy
Lila Harper's perfect life implodes when she catches her fiancé cheating four days before their wedding. Drunk, heartbroken, and craving escape, she stumbles into the wrong hotel room and straight into the arms of Lucian Kane: a ruthless, sinfully dominant 45-year-old billionaire who gives her the first real pleasure of her life. Come morning, he's gone until she discovers he's her new boss. What starts as filthy, forbidden office games spirals into obsession, possession, and a love that demands total surrender./1/116667/coverorgin.jpg?v=c430a72ab9170b7537fcb400d8875b1a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The betrayed Luna they want
with one last look at the mansion, I turned around and walked away leaving everything behind. My life, my husband, my title as the Luna and everything i have ever worked for because my alpha husband decided to bring his ex girlfriend back into our lives and he threw me out But what he didn't know was that, I was carrying his baby but that secret will follow me to the grave, he does not deserve to know anything about them but what is more interesting? Nicholas, the richest and the most ruthless alpha comes crawling back when he finds out that his triplets were already being fathered by another ruthless alpha./1/119596/coverorgin.jpg?v=2e10e92dad2825e91b382e544f270661&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn To Love My Billionaire Husband
Juliana Hunt believed her marriage to billionaire Cole Mcintyre was nothing but a cold business transaction. Texting her lover, Aidan, she got into her luxury sedan, eager to elope and start a new life orchestrated by her best friend, Paige. But she never made it. On a slick country road, the car's tampered brakes failed, sending her crashing head-on into a massive semi-truck. Floating as a helpless ghost above her own mangled corpse, the brutal truth was soon revealed when Cole's assistant delivered the investigation results. "The brake lines were cut clean through. Aidan and Paige planned to elope with her trust fund." Her "true love" and "best friend" had conspired to murder her for money. Meanwhile, Cole—the husband she thought was a statue carved from ice—completely shattered. He roared in pure agony, smashed his bleeding fists into his mahogany desk, and wept brokenly over their wedding portrait. A suffocating wave of regret and fury consumed her spectral form. How could she have been so blindly stupid? She had thrown away the profound, desperate love of her husband for a pair of ruthless traitors who plotted her gruesome death. The all-consuming desire for revenge became a fire in her soul, pulling her violently into a roaring darkness. When Juliana forced her heavy eyelids open, she was back in her own bed, alive, with Cole's exhausted arms wrapped tightly around her waist. This time, she would tear their lives apart./1/115418/coverorgin.jpg?v=5f209dac9d2869cbbc6645a5fc856303&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Jilted Wife To The Tycoon's Queen
The harsh glare of the spotlight hit Harper's custom wedding dress as she smiled at her groom. But a single phone call from his mistress, Lila, made Chase violently shove his way down the aisle and sprint out of the hotel. He left Harper to face the flashing cameras and the mockery of hundreds of guests. Her mother-in-law dragged her into a hallway and slapped her hard across the face. "You cannot even keep your own man in the room. You are making a mockery of this family." When Harper rushed to the hospital, Chase blamed her for Lila's theatrical, fake miscarriage. He threatened to pull every cent of capital from Harper's investment firm if she dared to walk away. The Young family then used the media to frame Harper, turning her into a public pariah who viciously "killed" an unborn child. Mobbed by ruthless paparazzi, Harper was pushed into the freezing rain, her knees bleeding on the concrete. She couldn't accept that her entire life and career were being destroyed by a mistress's pathetic lie. When Chase later tried to buy her silence with a pink diamond—the exact same one he had just gifted Lila—her remaining love turned to absolute ice. But fate intervened when she was rescued from the mob by Antoni Donovan, the most ruthless billionaire on Wall Street and her biggest corporate rival. Discovering that Antoni was actually her best friend's older brother, a dangerous smile spread across Harper's face. She picked up his gold-lettered business card. She was done being the victim; she was going to use the wolf of Wall Street to crush her ex-husband./1/111731/coverorgin.jpg?v=0272400f2bf677bf99c302f1bc7b4a2b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Sealed Marriage with a Disabled Billionaire
How far are you willing to go for your family's company? Eloise Jane Lopez is the one true child of the Lopezes, and due to her sick father's wish, she needs to marry a man she doesn't know to keep the company her parents manage in order. And the man she will marry is none other than Cosmo Dominguez, a multi-billionaire, whose supposed fiancée was Eloise's step-sister but got pregnant, leaving Eloise with no choice but to be the substitute bride. After the wedding, Cosmo laid out another agreement with Eloise, that the marriage would only be temporary, and that they would have to separate after two years. Can they uphold the signed agreement until the end, or can they stop the feelings forming between them?/1/110644/coverorgin.jpg?v=ed84ae570e0588f16ddb88f0e3b9114f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Heiress's choice
For three years, Elena endured a husband who barely acknowledged her, a mother-in-law who treated her like hired help, and a sister-in-law who sneered that she was nothing but a golddigger. All the while, her husband, Damien, pined after his "perfect" ex, like his own wife didn't exist. Until the day Elena had enough. She signed the divorce papers, packed a single bag, and vanished. Damien was certain she'd come crawling back within a week. But the woman they all dismissed? Turns out Elena is a billionaire heiress, the CEO of the very empire Damien has been desperate to partner with and the one now signing his paychecks. Oops. Now Damien is spiraling, realizing too late what he lost. But Elena has choices she never had before. Like her childhood best friend, an NFL star who's been in love with her all along. So who will it be? The ex-husband who finally woke up? The best friend who never left? Or has Elena finally decided she's done with men who don't deserve her?/1/117496/coverorgin.jpg?v=b94c445ced86688029012057a23c56fa&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Divorced Doctor's Secret Billionaire Patient
On her wedding night, Chloe Foster's husband of six hours handed her a divorce agreement. He and her stepsister had drugged her and set her up with a stranger the night before, all to steal her trust fund and take over her life. Chloe tore up the papers and disappeared. Four years later, now a single mother of three, she dragged a dying, bullet-riddled man off a stormy highway. But while treating him in her secret home clinic, she froze. He had the exact same crescent bite mark on his shoulder that she had desperately left on her attacker four years ago. Even more terrifying, his aristocratic face was a carbon copy of her eldest son. Panic consumed her. Was this man the monster who ruined her life? A secret blood test proved it was scientifically impossible for him to be the father. Yet, breaking news revealed he wasn't just a random victim, but Aidan Sterling, a ruthless billionaire CEO whose enemies had just executed a hit on him. Now, the man was awake in her guest bed, faking amnesia while secretly commanding his empire. With her cruel ex-husband suddenly tracking her down and a dangerous billionaire turning her safe haven into a warzone, Chloe calmly locked the clinic door, ready to play the deadliest game of her life to protect her children./0/60162/coverorgin.jpg?v=84c384ac333dc7660883044f9c60f214&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Runaway Bride Is The World's Coveted Treasure
She was a world-famous biologist of extraordinary genius, while he was the privileged heir to an elite family, renowned for his unmatched intellect and headline-making achievements. She deliberately pursued him, treating their union as a calculated, high-stakes gamble to bear a child inheriting his brilliant mind and superior genes. With her objective fulfilled, she planned to vanish without a trace, severing every tie. But he met her with a cold, mocking smile. "Leave whenever you like. But the child stays with me." He initially dismissed her as a penniless opportunist-until he learned she was no ordinary woman, but a rare, coveted treasure chased by the world's elite. In reality, she ruled a billion-dollar empire as its mysterious CEO, wielded mysterious healing powers, and stood as an acclaimed global researcher whose work inspired awe. Amid all her hidden layers, he was well aware of one thing-he would never agree to a divorce./0/87471/coverorgin.jpg?v=ad7837653afe517a9c8e55971d4ccf28&imageMogr2/format/webp)
