Romance Books for Women
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Running Away To My Erased Heir
The night I ran, I left everything behind. My dead fiancé's ghost. His brother's cold hands reaching for me. A father who won't meet my eyes because he's already sold me to the highest bidder. I thought I was escaping. Then a stranger pulled me from the darkness, and I learned what real danger looks like. Damon moves like he owns the world. Talks like every word matters. Looks at me like I'm the only woman who ever made him feel something. He says he's the son the Kings family erased, the bastard they tried to bury. He says Evan loved me-really loved me-and that's why I should trust him. He wants me to sign a contract. One year as his wife. One year to help him destroy the family that destroyed us both. One year pretending to belong to a man who makes my heart race and my skin burn every time he's close. But the closer we get, the more I feel him keeping secrets. He touches me like I'm fragile. Looks away when I ask about Evan. Holds the truth behind his teeth like it might cut us both. And the whole time, I'm falling. Falling into his warmth. His danger. His impossible kindness that feels too real to be fake. But if I've learned anything from the Kings, it's this: the men who save you are always the ones who need you most. And the ones who need you? They're the ones who hurt you in the end. Evan knew something the night he died. Something about my father. Something about the deal that would make the Kings the most powerful people in the country. Damon knows too. And the only way he'll tell me? Is if I say yes. Say yes to the contract. Say yes to the marriage. Say yes to the fire building between us that feels less like pretending every single day. But when I finally learn the truth-about Evan, about my father, about the empire that wants us both dead- Will the man holding me survive what comes next? And more terrifying: Will I survive loving him?/0/84035/coverorgin.jpg?v=4584c34146b0b156b43e8c1f55d9f9f6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Unraveling Fifty Years of Silence
At seventy, my body failed, but my mind was sharp with the bitterness of a fifty-year marriage to a woman I was certain never loved me back. My final words, a rasping confession of lifelong regret, were, "If I could do it all over again, I would never love you." Then, darkness, a profound silence, and suddenly, light flooded my vision as I shot awake, an eighteen-year-old in my childhood bedroom, strong and healthy. This was my second chance, and I vowed to rewrite my bitter past, starting with Jocelyn Anderson, the ice queen who had unknowingly broken my heart for half a century. I meticulously planned to shun her, using my knowledge of the future to build an empire, while deliberately acting aloof and uninterested, pushing her away at every turn. But then, she inexplicably transferred to my school, sat next to me in class, and shockingly appeared on the football field with Gatorade. My carefully constructed aversion shattered as I accused her of loving another, blinded by the phantom pain of my first life's perceived betrayal. Just as I walked away, broken-hearted and accepting my fate, her trembling voice hit me like a physical blow: "You think you're the only one who remembers?" "You were my husband for fifty years, Ethan," she whispered, her words confirming the impossible. But then Wesley Fowler, whom I believed was her lover, arrived, pulling her away and reigniting the crushing certainty that she was still lying, still choosing him. How could this be happening again, even with a second chance, even with her claiming to remember? The universe seemed to be playing a cruel joke, ensuring my sorrow spanned two lifetimes, leaving me with an agonizing question: if we both remembered, why was she still choosing him, still living the lie that destroyed us? I fled, seeking escape in Maine, only for her to follow, confronting me with a truth so profound it would either heal my soul or shatter it completely, forcing me to confront the fifty-year misunderstanding that defined my existence./0/52239/coverorgin.jpg?v=0d5f760bfc1c382914f6d071778a6a5c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Next Door
Chelle grew up in a poor neighborhood with her dad as a waiter, recently orphaned with her dad and baby sister they head to America until her grandfather died, when she came back to clean his now abandoned house. Jadiel grew up in the same poor neighborhood Chelle did but he loved her from the first day they met, after she moved at a young age he promised he would have the life they wanted when she came back to her grandfathers house./0/24012/coverorgin.jpg?v=7e9803ebb028590b095b846eb79ce362&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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The Pranking My Boss
"Sir is already there." Venus immediately approached me to alert me that the manager of the coffee shop where we worked was coming. Venus is my cousin and we are friends. "Is my face okay Mars?" He fixed his messy hair at the same time. I'm telling you, Venus is really dead to our boss. I don't know about that. The perfect figure of the man we were expecting entered from the main entrance. As usual, there was no expression on his face and his big arms, chest and stomach were clinging to his clothes. "Mars, pranks are the trend now, can you try to prank Sir." My cousin whispered while sniffing at the man. "What are you? Prank your face." Who's a fool to play pranks on that? I might be splashed with hot coffee because I'm so angry. "Hurry up, let's just try bro. All right, this way, I'll pay for the groceries and bills in our condo unit and then you won't pay the debt to me anymore." "What are you? I still don't want it, you're the only one who has a crush on you, sir." "Even so, I already have jowakels so we have no hope of that real thing. That's why it's easy to prank hahaha." Venus can be real, it seems like she is not an employee of her jinajudge. "Porke ni prank will become jowa immediately? Alright, alright, I'm willing as long as it's a deal?" I really need money, so Venus' help is a blessing. I want to enroll in the entrance. "Oh, really !" He covered his mouth because of his scream. "I didn't expect you to say yes, but go ahead. Do it like this, it's your prank. You should make the customers believe that you're joking and then pretend he's crazy hehe. I'll make a video." "Game, as long as the conversation is" "Natasha." Remember, he made the first move on both of us. Yes, my boss calls me Natasha. Full of fierceness, I walked in front of him and I really felt that I was acting for money. It's up to us if we get fired, we'll just look for another coffee shop to apply to. I slapped him, not just one but three more. All the customers gasped because of the loudness of my slapping him. My knees softened because sir's face and neck were red for some reason I don't know. Anger or because of the pain he feels? I don't know, maybe both. "How dare you cheat on me?" I screamed loudly as I poked him. "What?" "You don't have the right to explain. I saw it with my two eyes when you kissed your woman!" "yield?" "Are you going to deny your sin until this point? You're a human being. I hit him on the chest at the same time. Shock, the hardness ah. All I could hear around me was whispering and the person in front of me now was a statue. He widened his eyes at me to signal that I stopped my foolishness but I made my acting even more intense. "You said you love me, you said I'm just me. I kept on shouting and asking for help while I punched his back as hard as a rock. "bring medown!" I don't know where this man is taking me but we left the coffee shop and he held me like a light thing that he didn't waste his strength because he only used one hand to hold me. "Let's just talk girl." and he put me inside his./0/72355/coverorgin.jpg?v=9ef1e41ed6f41cc30b8af26a52caaf20&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Marrying The Man Who Hates Me
Leandro Castellano, a wealthy businessman known for being cold and heartless, has lost faith in love. Every woman who approaches him wants nothing more than his money and status. Fed up, he takes drastic measures-disguising himself as a poor old man named "Enzo" and living a simple life in a small town. There he meets Seraphina Duarte, a woman willing to marry in order to save her family from crushing debt. She accepts the old man's proposal, thinking that at least she can live with someone who seems kind but helpless. However, Seraphina is no ordinary woman either. She hides a big secret-the real reason she is so desperate to marry. Over time, Leandro-under his identity as Enzo-begins to fall in love with his own wife. But the deeper he digs into Seraphina's life, the more he realizes that something is not right. He is not the only one lying in this marriage. Who will discover the truth first? Can their love survive when all the masks are finally removed? Or will this be a war between two people who both hide wounds and secrets?/0/24661/coverorgin.jpg?v=fa7a25b048affb8fe245852777a029c4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
In Loving You
Warren Laurent and Bella Price were high school sweethearts. Eventually, they got married for 2 years. Everything was perfect except that they had been wanting to have a baby. The moment that they were given the chance, a painstaking betrayal ruined their relationship and their perfect love story came crashing down. What if the cause of their divorce were lies, not betrayal? Will they see the truth and give each other a chance? Will it be too late to do so? Are years of relationship really worth nothing and could be easily forget by a simple mistake? Discover the heartwarming feeling of true love. Experience the bitter and painstaking feeling of betrayal. This book makes you feel like you were riding a roller coaster filled with different kinds of emotion as you read how Bella Price struggled in loving Warren./0/21741/coverorgin.jpg?v=32539311b6e356afb8b66f277fdc98dc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Designs On You
After Interior Designer, Sophie Middleton finds her fiance' in the arms of her boss, Patricia Van Horn, she quits her job and her life spirals out of control. Without a job and no prospects, she decides to open her own business. With no one willing to cross her former boss, she begins to question her decision. But when handsome Actor, Cal Jenkins gives her a chance, life begins to change for Sophie in more ways than one./0/25959/coverorgin.jpg?v=e9a9b486f04a5907435d1df2bc2c5556&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Addiction
There was this secret club of perversion were different types of perverts us to go and satisfied all their weird sexual desire. Not everyone could access the club. It was known by very few people and very complicated to get access.However, once you had access to it and became a full member, you could never regret it. Instead, it made you crave more and more./0/86631/coverorgin.jpg?v=0136f430c568694f6f22ae60c7bfbe8c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Wife Who Died For Me
The sterile hum of the hospital room was my last lullaby. I was Alex Miller, a game developer, fading away after a hit-and-run crash. My wife, Sarah, had spent three years turning my life into a living hell, her words sharper than any blade, all to push me away. Divorce papers, a constant reminder of my failures, sat untouched on our counter. I believed her staged betrayals and cruel jabs until the very end, telling the nurse to ensure Sarah knew I was finally gone, free from my burden. But death offered no escape, only a spectral front-row seat to my own funeral. I watched Sarah, her face a mask, her eyes raw, remain long after everyone left. Then, a terrifying truth unfolded: she hunted down my killer with relentless fury, breaking his limbs before calling the police. A week later, at my grave, under a full moon, she whispered words that tore through the veil of death. "Alex, I'm here to stay. I'm so sorry. I just wanted you to live, to be happy, without me." She revealed a medical diagnosis: Glioblastoma. Terminal. Then, she climbed into my casket, swallowing pills, choosing to die with me. The world fractured, then slammed back together. I gasped, sitting at our kitchen table, the scent of coffee and Sarah's perfume filling the air. She slid divorce papers across the table, her voice flat. "I've found someone else, Alex. He's successful. He can give me what you can't." It was the day it all started, her cruel, self-sacrificing performance beginning anew. But this time, I knew the script. With trembling hands, I ripped the papers to shreds, then pulled my terrified, lying wife into my arms. "Are you crazy?" I whispered, tears welling. "Hiding a terminal illness? Do you think that's cool?"/1/109018/coverorgin.jpg?v=8205b07af691a57e6024131f1c9e26af&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Devil's Heir at Blackwell Academy
Jane Carter was supposed to be grateful. Her mother's billionaire boyfriend, Richard Hale, plucked them from a leaking two-bedroom apartment and dropped them into the elite Blackwell Academy, it felt like winning the lottery. But at Blackwell, the air is thin and the students have "sharper teeth". Standing in her way is Edmund Hale, the school's arrogant prince and her new stepbrother. He's cold, lethal, and determined to see Jane break. But as Jane uncovers the truth behind her father's imprisonment and the dark "Mountain View" clinic where the Hales hide their secrets, she realizes Edmund isn't just her rival, he's a fellow prisoner. In a house built on lies and a school ruled by status, Jane must decide: Will she play the part of the perfect, grateful daughter, or will she team up with the boy who hates her to light the whole gilded cage on fire, as a forbidden love grows between them?./0/45426/coverorgin.jpg?v=cdcf0c544d5bdaee9487814063dbe880&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Taken By The Mafia Lord
"You know, the only thing that hurts about your body is the part that it had to be another man who broke your virginity." Her eyes bulged open, her lips trembling as she mentally searched for the words to say. "It... It wasn't my fault, I was..." "... Drugged. I know, you don't have to tell me. I watched the video." She buried her face to the ground. ~~~~~ Freya Bred is forcefully taken by the Ferdinandos for the crime her brother, Olsen, had committed. After taking the life of Dento Ferdinando, Vincenzo's cousin, Olsen had been on the run. But Vincenzo can't take it any longer, he takes Freya into custody. He made life miserable for her, tortured her like the criminal she isn't. Freya hopes that her brother would finally give himself in, but will he? A new phase of life comes Freya's way as Vincenzo made her his personal maid, claiming she would serve no man but him alone. Would this phase of life bring a new turn for Freya? Would fate intervene when all hopes seems to be lost? And with Kelly, Vincenzo's girlfriend involved, will Freya find refuge in the one who once made her life miserable?/0/48995/coverorgin.jpg?v=353249142e94e706e440c4ad838d3d0e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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He Said He Loved Her, But She Kissed Me
My life was falling apart, much like my Brooklyn apartment with its persistent leak. Then, I stumbled back into the life of Gabrielle Chadwick, the woman who' d ripped my soul out three years ago, only to find her in my best friend' s bed. She was now a ruthless tech CEO, engaged to the same insidious man who' d convinced me I was just her "project." My old wounds bled anew, and I tried to escape, even inventing a fake girlfriend. But Gabrielle wouldn't let me go; she trapped me, demanding answers, which I met with accusations of her playing games. At a lavish industry event, to finally sever our toxic tie, I publicly declared my love for someone else, shattering her. Hours later, she found me, furious, desperate, and after slapping me, kissed me like her life depended on it. We reignited, but then she vanished for an "emergency meeting," leaving me with that familiar sinking feeling. The next day, news broke: Gabrielle was merging her company and marrying her fiancé, and I was fired, my project snatched away as a condition of their deal. Heartbroken, I deleted her number, booked a flight to Berlin, ready to erase her from my life for good. But as my boarding call echoed, the airport screens flashed: "Merger Off! Chadwick Innovations Stock in Freefall!" Then, I heard her scream my name, saw her running towards me barefoot through the terminal, tears streaming down her face, telling me everything was a lie and a fight for us./0/85009/coverorgin.jpg?v=3e6aa823d5be472614a0e300615f0a77&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire Heiress's Revenge
The first sign was a text message glowing on Liam' s phone screen. "I miss you. When can I see you again?" it read, from a woman named Sarah. I was sitting on the edge of our bed, waiting for him, clutching the phone that held a history of his secret intimacy. When he walked out of the shower, naked save for the towel around his hips, I didn' t scream. I just held up the phone and said, "Her or me, Liam." He chose me, deleted her number, and swore it was a mistake. But the silence in our penthouse grew louder, his touch became a habit, and his eyes looked through me, not at me. I felt myself disappearing, desperate and pathetic, despite being the heiress to a real estate empire. So, I proposed to him, clutching at a phantom hope at a charity gala, only for his forced "Okay, Ava. Let' s get married" to ring hollow. The wedding preparations were a blur of my efforts, conspicuously absent of him. My friends and family saw the pity in my eyes, but I pushed on, convinced the vows would banish Sarah' s ghost. Then, on our painfully beautiful wedding day, as the officiant prepared to pronounce us, a small voice cut through the air. "Daddy?" A little girl, no more than five, stood at the aisle's entrance, huge tearful eyes fixed on Liam. His face went ashen. He dropped my hands as if burned, turned, and ran-away from me, our vows, everything-scooping the little girl into his arms. Sarah stood behind her, a triumphant, sorrowful look on her face. He abandoned me at the altar, humiliating me for the world to see. Deep down, a cold clarity told me this was always a possibility, and I was not unprepared. Taking the microphone, I announced, "The groom has a prior commitment. Enjoy the food. Consider it a celebration of my newfound freedom." I ordered security and called my lawyer. They had robbed me of my dignity, but I wouldn't let them rewrite my story. It was time to fight back./0/18497/coverorgin.jpg?v=9c3443e139a5649ced12b7a117d19e78&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Truly Insanely Deeply
What hurt her deeper than the harsh slap was her ex-boyfriend’s cruelty. Then, he came back into her life, saved her from danger, and swooped her into a fairy tale romance. However, fairy tales never lasted. She thought that he was out of her life for good, but how would ever he let her go? He played his tricks one more time and barged into her new life. Will he win her back? Will she forgive him? Where will their love go?/1/120374/coverorgin.jpg?v=465cccb5fbd59b859eeb6861ae740216&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Sweet Torment Wife You Will NOT Escape Me
Kiara Watson has lived an unhappy life within her own family, always overshadowed by her sister, Cloe, who draws all the attention with her beauty. But Kiara's fate takes an unexpected turn when, by mistake and by force, she ends up bound to Archie Villarreal the most desired man in the powerful Villarreal family. A cruel trick from Cloe unleashes Archie's fury, and for Kiara, being Cloe's twin becomes her greatest sin. She receives Archie's merciless punishment, and he will stop at nothing to keep her from escaping, locking her in a stormy and passionate game of love and dominance./0/79169/coverorgin.jpg?v=e13e4501b605725f4a18885ebc6121a9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Broken Promise
Her marriage wasn't perfect. Infact, it wasn't anywhere close to being perfect. But she always had hope and tried to make things work. She had expected it to last forever, no matter how bad it was. But her hope came shattering down when he dropped the divorce papers on the table right in front of her. "Sign them." He had said coldly. That was five years ago. Now Alexandra was back, as the CEO of the fast rising clothing and apparels company, Velvet Vixen. This time, she came for revenge on the man who had broken her heart into several unmendable pieces. But she wasn't alone anymore. "Mommy, we saw a man who Jace looks like." She was back with two tiny accomplices in tow. Liam wanted to be the father of his kids and change back to the old times. Would he be able to accomplish his mission of making Alexandra fall in love with him again? Would Alexandra give in to this man who had once broken her heart and all the promises he made to her before? Would Jace and Jade accept their unknown father back?/0/54511/coverorgin.jpg?v=e07f203525618a6f8d7e40b58e3f2b5b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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