Romance Books for Women
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His Unwanted Wife Is A Genius Director
For ten years, Kinsley played the perfect, invisible wife to billionaire Christian Decker. She lived on a meager allowance, secretly pouring her heart into earning first place for a prestigious Hollywood directing fellowship. But on the day her gold-stamped acceptance letter arrived, she stood outside his study and heard him give her hard-earned spot to Blair, his live-in mistress. Christian casually dismissed Kinsley's months of grueling work, claiming a mere housewife didn't need industry resources. He threw an unlimited black credit card on the desk, telling her to go buy some jewelry and stop throwing a tantrum. That same night, he paraded Blair at a Wall Street gala wearing the Decker family's heirloom sapphire, letting Manhattan's elite look at Kinsley with pity and mockery. When Blair boldly moved into their master bedroom, Christian fiercely defended the mistress, warning Kinsley not to cause a scene over nothing. Ten years of quiet devotion were trampled for a fake heiress's vanity. Kinsley looked at the man she had loved, her heart turning completely to ash. She finally understood that in this massive estate, there was never any room for her. She took off her platinum wedding ring, left all his luxury gifts behind, and walked out of the mansion empty-handed. Then, she calmly dialed a private number to her production team. "Scrap the fellowship transition. I'm taking the director's chair directly." She was going to make Blair audition for her on a global live stream, and let Christian watch his precious investment burn./0/89664/coverorgin.jpg?v=beb18556d6f062753e8f2638477b28a4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Betrayed By Love, Saved By Sacrifice
My husband, Julian Mcgee, the golden boy of Manhattan and heir to a powerful dynasty, was once utterly devoted to me. He defied his elitist parents for our love, promising me forever. Then Katia French appeared. I found a secret folder on his laptop, filled with hundreds of her photos and detailed analyses of her life. It was an obsession laid bare. He promised it was nothing, just "curiosity," and I, clinging to the memory of the man who adored me, chose to believe him. His "handling it" was to begin an affair, bringing her to public events and humiliating me. When I found out I was pregnant, I hoped our baby would save us. For a few weeks, he seemed joyful. Then Katia called, claiming Julian wanted a baby with her too, and that my "score" in his affection was dropping. In a moment of raw frustration, I slapped her. His punishment was swift and brutal. He had me arrested, three months pregnant, leaving me in a cold holding cell. He even leaned down to my belly and whispered, "Your mother was naughty. This is her punishment." The man who once moved heaven and earth for me now abandoned me to a cell, prioritizing his mistress. My fairy tale had become a nightmare, and I couldn't understand how it had come to this./0/80255/coverorgin.jpg?v=02b6db213418b52ac1daa3e0b547e93e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
At the Gala, My Wife Became a Stranger
Ethan Miller poured his heart and soul into supporting his wife, Izzy, a struggling artist, and their little daughter, Lily. Then, a dazzling charity gala ripped his world apart when he discovered Izzy wasn’t a struggling artist but Isabella Vance, a ruthless heiress, who mocked his naivete and called him a mere "interlude." The woman he loved turned monstrous, plotting to use their innocent daughter, Lily, as a bone marrow donor for her old flame Julian’s son, forcing Ethan to donate his own rare blood under threat of homelessness. Even after Julian's son pushed Lily, fracturing her skull, Izzy twisted the knife, forcing Ethan to apologize, then secretly ordered kidnappers to “cancel his ticket”—meaning kill him and Lily—when they failed to extort her, resulting in Lily’s arm being brutally broken. How could the woman he adored, the mother of his child, be so utterly devoid of empathy, so cruel and calculated, turning their entire marriage into a twisted performance? Shattered and with Lily gravely injured, Ethan made the only choice left: he severed ties with the monster, filing for divorce and escaping with his daughter to the quiet refuge of his parents' home, determined to build a life free from Izzy’s dark machinations./0/36130/coverorgin.jpg?v=8b8c837dac8e958a363a48cddba24b20&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The CEO’s Doting Addictions
Elvira Duncan woke up from a coma and learnt that her boyfriend and best friend have been cheating on her— They even planned to secretly get married while enriching themselves with her talent. Frustrated by this,she went out to hire a model,Calvin Russell,to fake a marriage with.Not knowing that he was Horington city’s most influential person. “Marry me,and I’ll make you a happy man.I’ll pay for your services while we are married" She said boldly./0/20232/coverorgin.jpg?v=095c557f6f8ab8b696c0646bf193217f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Kiss me, Then Hate me
They were never supposed to fall in love. Not after what he did. Not after what she became. In the high-stakes world of Manhattan's elite business scene, Ariella Blake is a fiery, self-made marketing executive with a sharp tongue, a red dress, and a past no one dares ask about. She's brilliant, bold, and absolutely untouchable-until the day Damien Cross returns. Damien-ruthless, wealthy, wickedly handsome-was her high school tormentor. He made her life hell a decade ago. Now? He's the CEO of the very firm about to buy out her company. And worse... she still feels something when he walks into a room. What begins as venom-laced boardroom battles and icy insults quickly unravels into midnight meetings, heated arguments, and forbidden touches that shouldn't happen but do. Again and again. But Ariella has secrets. And Damien has demons. And when their games turn too personal, and the line between passion and revenge begins to blur-someone's going to get hurt. Badly./0/39699/coverorgin.jpg?v=2aa957cd20a902dc5878fd193244420e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Let Me Go, My CEO Husband!
Marriage was a bed of thorns for Stella. She lived like an overworked and unhappy slave for six years in her matrimonial home. One day, her uncaring husband, Waylon said to her, "Ayla will be back soon. You have to move out tomorrow." "I want a divorce," responded Stella. She left without shedding a tear or trying to change Waylon's stone-cold heart. Days after their divorce, they met again. Stella was in the arms of another man. Waylon's blood boiled at the sight of her looking so happy. "So, you couldn't even wait a while before jumping into another man's arms?" he queried distastefully. "And who are you to question my decision? It's my life, so I call the shots. Stay out of my business!" Stella fired at him before turning to look at her new man with shiny eyes. Waylon immediately lost it./0/52677/coverorgin.jpg?v=71ccd62e96ac6db5248c5eb9f6fde071&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Adopted
Alana is sweet and cheerful. His mother is the single most important person in his life. He grew up with a simple life on a beautiful island. Until his mother died, someone suddenly showed up and wanted to adopt him and promised to send him to school in the city so he agreed to come here. He doesn't know what he will do and what kind of life he will face but with his mother's wishes for him to finish his education, he will make it happen. ~ ~ ~ Due to a scandal involving one of Roman's business partners, he and his businesses are affected. So it agreed to pay off all debts and fix other problems it had caused. But unfortunately, it didn't give a single penny. He was so surprised that he offered him a 'thing' in return. It's not something because it pays him but his own son. >>CHAPTER 1<< [ALANA] He ran back to his house. He had just bought medicine for his sick mother and he needed to get home immediately so she could take it. Although he is worried about his mother's condition, he is still thankful that even though their state is poor, someone helps them with their daily expenses. All his life, the beautiful island has surrounded him. He never once thought of leaving here because the place is so beautiful, especially the sea. No matter where he goes, he will never forget the beauty of this place. His mother is sick. He is weak and sometimes has asthma attacks. He has no job and is in bed all day. At the age of seventeen, he only finished school until grade six because he had to watch over his mother, also help her with her needs and household chores. Even if their situation is like this, there are good people who help them. Someone sends them food, household necessities as well as money every month. His mother said that the parcels for them came from their distant relatives. He also wants to help or find a job but his mom is against him doing that. Fortunately, he was allowed to help his mother's acquaintance and friend, Aling Martha. It has its own calendar. Sometimes, he was there to help and gave him money and food. She is kind and this is also the person she considered her friend and second mother. This is the life he grew up with, he is content. Quiet, simple, and he still lives in this beautiful place. "Mom, I'm here!" he took off his slippers and ran into the room where his mother was. "I brought your medicine, Mama." "Thank you. Please help me open, Alana." He immediately opened the medicines he bought. It was too much and he didn't know how his Mama could drink it. He gave her the medicines and a glass of water. He is worried about his Mom because it's not like it used to be that if she took medicine right away, she would feel better but now, she's always in bed and pale. "Thank you, son." "Mama, are you sure you're feeling good? You're still pale, aren't you?" "I'm fine. I've taken medicine and I'll feel better soon." "Shall we go to the hospital to see how you are doing?" It shook its head. "Don't. We'll have a hard time getting out of the city. By the way, are you going to Aling Martha later?" "Yes. I'm going there to help with the reception." Aling Martha was hired as a caterer for her son's wedding. "It's good that Aling Martha's business is growing and she will even be the caterer at her daughter's wedding." "Yes, yes. Mama, Aling Martha said she would make me a flower girl." He has good news here. It was happy. "Wow! I'm sure you were the best flower girl at the wedding." "Yes! I'm your heir, right!" He fixed his red hair. "Oh, time has passed so quickly. My daughter is now a young woman. It seems like only yesterday that I was always carrying you around to live." "Mom, why are you still saying that? It's better, you rest first and I'll cook our lunch." He helped her lie down on the bed and placed the medicine and water next to her. This is what his Mama always says when she says they need to go to the hospital. He doesn't know why he doesn't want to see a doctor. Totally, someone helps both of them for their needs, he is even more worried about this situation. Hopefully later, it will feel better. [ALANA] He finished the housework first. Then she said goodbye to her mother who was going to Aling Martha to help with the decorations for the reception. His daughter's wedding reception will be held at a small resort. He went inside and looked for Aling Martha. He went to the back of the house and it was there. "Which Mar, I'm here!" "It's good that you were early, Alana. Come and help me get the curtains." "Yes!" They went to a large venue and pulled back the curtains in the stock room. "Since it's been piled here for so long, it's turning yellow. Let's go back to the house to wash them right away." He followed her with the curtains. "My daughter is getting married. I thought I would never see my daughter walk down the altar wearing a wedding gown." He said this while washing. "Yes,/0/21530/coverorgin.jpg?v=caef78a9c67620d3b10fc8b04af326a8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
TRTS #1: Heart Attack
TRTS #1 Noah Clayton He's one of the best young cardiologist in New York. He's a genius and he handled his patience really well. Despite taking care of people's heart, he has a cold heart and attitude. It was hard to reach him that his family has to make a move for him. Jaclyn Rae Rae Motor Industry's heiress, she's currently running the company as the person who incharge with all the distribution and the branch manager. She's a hard-working person but despite dating her job, she's basically dating her sports cars./0/31588/coverorgin.jpg?v=90ea4b301329cda0101be146f60f68bf&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Deal With My Arrogant Crush
"So it was all a joke to you all along? I thought you loved me," tears trickles down her cheeks as she says in a calm and painful voice. Her heart is bleeding. "I never said I did. We were just having fun and nothing more. The marriage... It was a contract which we both signed..." "What about the sex? What about the romantic moments? What about everything we had together?" She manages to ask again, biting her bottom lip as more tears finds their way out of her eyes. "The sex... It was for fun. I never forced you, did I? You agreed to have sex with me and..." "I hate you, Felix! I hate you!" She yells at the top of her voice, as she falls to her knees and break down in tears. "Do I care? You never meant anything to me. I'm in love with someone else and you knew it. Don't try to make me look like the bad guy here!" He fires back at her and with that, he amble out of the living room, slamming the door hard behind him. She thought their marriage will eventually end happily, she thought that they were going to live together forever, but turns out that she has been deceiving herself all along. She has always been an option, she has always been the second choice. What's her fate now? Where will she start from especially now that she's carrying his child?/0/82851/coverorgin.jpg?v=70481950541134f8f647dd406e698cf2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Neglected Wife's Maine Escape
My world shattered when the call came: my beloved father was gone. But even as grief consumed me, my husband, Mark, dealt a cruel blow. He skipped the funeral, prioritizing his "friend" Tiffany-a woman whose endless dramas always seemed to come first. Returning home from Maine, heartbroken and exhausted, he casually asked me to cook chicken soup for Tiffany because she was "not feeling well." That was the moment I realized I wasn't just a wife or a grieving daughter; I was merely his live-in chef for another woman. Then, Tiffany began to appear everywhere. She took over my desk at my old job, openly supported by Mark, who claimed I wasn't "using it much anyway." She even clung to him at my own farewell party, while Mark made endless excuses for her sensitive needs. The casual contempt in Mark's eyes, his constant choice of her over my profound pain, was the final, cold confirmation: I was utterly discarded, an inconvenience in my own life. How could he be so blind? So utterly consumed by someone else's petty crises while my entire world fell apart? Why did he never see the depth of my despair, or the silent resolve hardening within me? But their casual cruelty became my catalyst. That night, instead of mourning what was lost, I meticulously planned my escape. I printed divorce papers, discreetly tucking them beneath some mundane volunteer forms. The very next day, I had Mark sign them, unknowingly sealing his own fate as he rushed off to Tiffany's latest "emergency." I left without a word, driving towards Maine, towards my father's dream, and a new life he could no longer ruin./0/19259/coverorgin.jpg?v=7da3945e67744f3894e62f8f0626f6b2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Personal Maid
“Why do you defy me, little dove?” He demanded and Desire was torn. Torn between pleasing her Master and bending one of the rules holding their region together. His blue eyes bored into hers for a while before Desire finally looked away again, waiting for her judgement, her dead judgement for breaking a rule “The first option is to have you killed by hanging, the second one is to send you to the Harem while the third one is to make you my private maid and you’re the only person who has the privilege of this rare chance. So, my dear little Dove, what do you say?” “I’ll pick the first option, let me die at stake or by hanging. Whichever option suits you, My lord but please just let me die a quick death” Desire pleased with a determined look on her face. A story of love, War, royalty and fate./1/115296/coverorgin.jpg?v=90ac93180097cc58ccccd1f412880e1f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
THE NERD WHO TAMED THE YOUNG BILLIONAIRE
Vida gasped softly as her boyfriend, Lucas, pinned her against the locker and kissed her passionately. His hands wandered boldly, unbuttoning her shirt as he tried to take things further. But Vida quickly stopped him, reminding him that she was still a virgin and not ready. Lucas refused to listen and kept pressuring her until she reluctantly began to give in. Just then, Vida noticed a mysterious guy nearby holding up a phone. She immediately assumed he was recording them, unaware that Lucas had secretly made a cruel bet and asked someone to film the moment. But what Vida did not know was that the new guy was not there to humiliate her... he was there to save her. Who is this stranger? Why did he step in? And how will Vida react when she discovers Lucas's betrayal? Read the story to uncover the secrets, drama, and unexpected romance waiting ahead./0/51704/coverorgin.jpg?v=c5e555ac9f49fb0dbdbc90ffe016fb3a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn Lady: Unparalleled Daughter of Concubine
What would you do if you could restart your life? Qin Yunuan, the daughter of a concubine in a noble family, chooses to revenge. She has lost her mother, her beauty and her menial-like life, but the wife of his father and her half-blooded elder sister still do not let her go. The flame of fury drives the reborn girl to revenge. That is not an even road. What is facing her was the barrier of social class, the imperial power and the entangled love. A lily is turned into a Vileplume. Kinship, friendship and love drowns her, but she turns the corner over and over again. How would she revenge? Does the love can well comfort her scars on her heart? What would she choose between love and hatred?/0/89989/coverorgin.jpg?v=0f5950eea920a01b4b518a09fcfb9247&imageMogr2/format/webp)
986 Nights of Betrayal
For 986 nights, my marriage bed had not been my own. My husband, Corbett Ewing, heir to a New York real estate empire, was haunted by a ghost, and that ghost' s sister, Ivana, was my tormentor. Every night, she' d scratch at our door, claiming nightmares, and Corbett would let her in, laying a spare duvet for her in our master bedroom. One night, Ivana shrieked, pointing at me, "She tried to kill me! She snuck in while I was sleeping and choked me!" Corbett, without a second thought, yelled at me, "Jenna! What did you do?" He didn' t even look at me for my side of the story. Later, he tried to apologize with a macaron, my favorite pistachio. But it was filled with almond paste, to which I was deathly allergic. As my throat closed up and my vision tunneled, Ivana shrieked again, claiming a panic attack over online comments. Corbett, faced with my dying gasps and her fake hysterics, chose her. He carried her away, leaving me alone to save myself. He never came back to the hospital. He sent his assistant to discharge me. When I returned home, he tried to appease me, but then asked me to give my father' s last gift, my perfume organ, to Ivana for her "design studio." I refused, but he took it anyway. The next morning, Ivana "accidentally" shattered a bottle of my father' s custom scent, the last physical piece of him I had. I looked at Corbett, my hands bleeding, my heart shattered. He pulled Ivana behind him, shielding her from me, his voice cold, "That' s enough, Jenna. You' re hysterical. You' re upsetting Ivana." In that moment, the last shred of hope died. I was done. I accepted an offer to be a head perfumer in France, renewed my passport, and planned my escape./1/125354/coverorgin.jpg?v=b7654cd711bd5bdf5df871a8101c8046&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late For Regret, My Cheating Ex
On my tenth wedding anniversary, I prepared a perfect dinner and waited for my husband to come home. Instead, he walked in reeking of alcohol, threw a harsh divorce agreement on the table, and told me he was leaving me with nothing. He said our marriage was just for business, and now that his company was going public, he didn't need me anymore. The woman he truly loved and was cheating with was my own younger sister, Megan. When I rushed to my mother for help, she coldly sipped her tea and admitted she had known for months. She ordered me to turn a blind eye and beg for his forgiveness, because our family's company relied entirely on his investments. "Are you going to drag down your own family now?" She told me to accept being a wife in name only, or I wouldn't get a single penny from the family. Ten years of my youth were treated as a cheap transaction, and my own flesh and blood threw me away like a worthless pawn just to keep their funding. I finally realized that in this family, I had never been loved. I didn't cry, and I certainly didn't beg. Instead, I tore up his cruel prenuptial agreement right in front of them. Using his upcoming IPO as leverage, I forced him to hand over two luxury properties and half a million dollars in cash. Then, I dusted off my hidden certifications and dialed the number for a top-tier headhunting firm./0/84149/coverorgin.jpg?v=657d7d3e19563cc94bb14bb2aca4c3ef&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Framed by Memory
The first thing I remember is the blood. My fiancée, Jocelyn, stood in the doorway, her face a mask of horror. Our perfect future shattered when I was found standing over her parents' bodies, my father's blood-soaked guitar in my hands. The police came, and I didn't resist, silenced by a terrible promise. The media branded me the "Guitar Slinger Killer," and the world condemned me. But the deepest cut came when Jocelyn, the woman who saved me, joined the prosecution, vowing to make me pay. How could she believe I was a monster? How could I explain that I was sacrificing everything, including her love, for a promise I never asked for? My silence was my only shield, a burden of pain and untold truth. Now, a "Neural-Narrative" machine will force my memories to the surface, and everyone will see. But who will they choose to believe when the "truth" is revealed?/0/84798/coverorgin.jpg?v=ffeb331ce0585e77edb8f8f5f5236545&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Pain, His Blindness
A sharp, stabbing pain woke me. 3:17 AM. Alone. I reached for my husband, Mark, but he wasn' t there. My desperate call for help was answered by Lily, his goddaughter, her voice laced with annoyance. "Mark is busy. Eleanor isn' t feeling well, so he's here with me." I tried to explain about the emergency, the searing pain in my abdomen. She dismissed it as drama and hung up. Abandoned, I crawled to the phone and dialed 911, whispering, "I think I'm dying." At the hospital, the doctor' s grim face confirmed my worst fear: a ruptured ectopic pregnancy. I was bleeding internally and needed emergency surgery. Alone, I signed the consent form, my hand trembling, tears blurring Sarah Miller into a solitary figure. When I reached Mark hours later, fresh out of surgery and groggy from anesthesia, his words were cold, clipped. "What is it now, Sarah?" Before I could explain, Lily's frantic voice in the background cut me off. "Mark, come quick! Mom\'s monitor is beeping again!" He hung up, choosing her over me, over our lost baby, over my near-death experience. The love I thought was unbreakable shattered into a million pieces. The next morning, lying in the hospital bed, a cold, hard clarity settled over me. I had to make him understand. I sent him my medical reports, hoping the undeniable proof would cut through his blindness. His reply, however, sealed my fate: "Sarah, this has gone too far. Using a fake medical report to guilt-trip me is a new low." He called me manipulative, a liar. He chose her over me, again. The fight drained out of me. I typed one word: "Okay." It was over. I knew, with a certainty that chilled me to the bone, that I was done./0/43593/coverorgin.jpg?v=9276d2fa6784bb2a34c6a7a9f60153cf&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Caught in the revenge of a millionaire
A single night was enough to meet him and fall in love with him, a single night was enough for him to ruin her life. In one of her nights out, Clara Isabel meets the guy she has always dreamed of sharing her life with. José Luis has been wanting to get close to her for several months, and at a party he is presented with the opportunity to do so. He pretends to love her, and she feels love for him believing that what he shows is true. Until one day they get married, and that is when she learns her husband's true intentions and begins to suffer as she realizes that for him, she is only part of a revenge in which she will be trapped. What happens when you find yourself alone, pregnant and without a job that can help support the son of a millionaire?/0/72469/coverorgin.jpg?v=35a1ab79d64008260063532eeff7db91&imageMogr2/format/webp)
