Romance Books for Women
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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?/0/19478/coverorgin.jpg?v=df13c8f43232a2478e3684e175bfd724&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Ex Double Life
Rake disappeared from Ava's life the day of their anniversary celebration, and after years had passed, he resurfaced at her door asking for her help with a bullet wound on his side. He then left early the next morning and Ava thought he was gone for good, until an incident got her caught up in the other side of Rake's life that he had tried so hard to keep her out of, and now it was Rake's duty to protect Ava from the danger that she got involved in because of him./0/40597/coverorgin.jpg?v=5ba1ed6128bbd9ea2c44417678455439&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Mafia love
She's used to rejection and abandonment. Kayla Moon 18 yrs old but looks 15 was abandoned by her mom and dad. Why is what she doesn't understand she came to know that they went to continue their lives in the Mafia world. At 18 she left her uncle's house because the atmosphere was becoming toxic. She left town and started all over,she has a room she called her's a job she's managing to pay her bills. Just when she thought she has succeeded in making everyone forget she's Grace's daughter. She was kidnapped by an old enemy of her mother... "She doesn't care about me"She cried out "Well no wonder she abandoned you I know Grace wouldn't want a weakling to succeed her"He cocked the gun. "Looks like your end is near Kayla".... Does Grace ever come for her daughter? Does she make it alive. Let's find out together./0/21981/coverorgin.jpg?v=83f5578f83291f5554a9420212d51527&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Always Committed to You
Love: four-letter beautiful word. Do you think, with time, it’s lost?? Two love birds, not in a relationship but still committed to each other. Is it possible? And what if they have a beautiful angel who brings them together? Ella, an ambitious woman, left Daniel due to uncontrollable circumstances without officially breaking up with him. However, Daniel in the given situation embraced the role of a workaholic since he is unable to forget Ella. After six years, destiny brings them together through their beautiful 5-year-old daughter Lilly, who is the string that is holding them together. Will Daniel be able to forgive Ella for leaving him? Will Ella be able to accept Daniel after what she has gone through or will destiny play a cruel game and take Lilly away from Ella?/0/86746/coverorgin.jpg?v=4a955d1087868d84eb2fc5544fe41d9e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Eight Years, A Twisted Play
"Ava, are you sure about this? The Venice project is a huge commitment. Two years is a long time." My boss asked, as I looked out my office window at the New York skyline, a view I'd worked my whole life to earn. "I'm sure, Mark. I've made up my mind." That's when he casually asked if my wedding to Ethan Hayes was on hold. "No," I said, "There is no wedding." The truth was, my fingers, slick with blood, were fumbling to open Ethan's laptop, hoping to find answers. Instead, I found a folder labeled "C," filled with thousands of photos of Chloe Davis, his high school sweetheart. There wasn't a single folder for me. I searched for photos of us and found a mere handful from a company party two years ago. For eight years, I'd made excuses for him, believing his charming lies. The excuses I'd built, the little walls around my heart, all came crashing down. That wasn't the worst of it. On his social media, Ethan had just posted: "The whale is back in the ocean." Chloe was his Moby Dick, his obsessive pursuit, and she was back. He had used our engagement, our wedding, to win her back. I was a prop in his twisted play. Then, Mark, Ethan's best friend, called, saying Ethan was a mess at The Black Rose. And Chloe was there. I arrived to see Ethan with his arm draped around Chloe, whispering in her ear. "She's not my fiancée!" he slurred, "I'm not marrying anyone." He never really wanted to claim me. I was just a placeholder until the real thing came along. He didn't love me. He never had. My eight-year gamble had failed. I had put all my chips on him, and I had lost everything. The relationship was over. It had been over for a long time; I was just the last one to know. I cancelled the wedding and flew to Venice. But he followed, a ghost from my past, still trying to control me. He even lied, claiming Chloe was faking her illnesses for attention. Then, in a car crash, I fumbled for my phone, desperate for help, and called him. My call went straight to voicemail. I survived, but he wasn't there. When he finally showed up, he apologized, claiming Chloe had a panic attack. "Chloe. Always Chloe." I realized I had made a terrible mistake, relying on him. "We're over, Ethan," I whispered, "This has to stop." I had to put an end to it, once and for all./0/94255/coverorgin.jpg?v=5286e738ec5307014e5dd30fc7b40a39&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Fiancé's Twin, A Cruel Deception
My fiancé has a twin brother. For the past year, the man I' ve shared a bed with wasn't my fiancé at all. I discovered the man I loved was just an actor, a stand-in. My real fiancé, Brandon, was secretly married to his adopted sister, Caryl. But their plan was far more sinister than just swapping places. They were going to let me marry the twin, then stage an "accident" to harvest my corneas for Caryl. When I discovered their plot, Caryl framed me for attacking her. Brandon, the man who swore to protect me, had me whipped until I was bleeding on the floor. Then she murdered his grandfather and blamed me. He didn't hesitate. He threw me into a psychiatric hospital to rot. He never once questioned her lies. He simply discarded me, the woman he claimed to love for five years. But they forgot one thing. I wasn't just Farah Moore, a helpless orphan. I am Aurora Valois, heiress to an empire. After being rescued from that hell, I faked my death and disappeared. Now, I'm back to start a new life, and this time, I'm living for myself./0/72041/coverorgin.jpg?v=c5d7ca4ec2a7a423edcdd23ca1b7042c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Forbidden desires
"When Peri takes on the role of nanny to the enigmatic Mr. Pius's young daughter, Sheyla, she never expects to find herself entangled in a web of forbidden desire. As she navigates the complexities of her new position, Peri can't help but be drawn to the brooding and seductive Mr. Pius. But as their secrets begin to unravel, Peri must confront the consequences of her growing feelings. Will she risk everything for a love that may be doomed from the start?"/0/18696/coverorgin.jpg?v=d3c5832e03f2da77aede640106487841&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Lovesickness: You're My Medicine
It was a late hour when a stranger held her by her throat and forcibly occupied her. Some moments later, she woke up in a cold sweat and realized it had all been just a bad dream. The dream also brought with it, a dramatic series of events: her fiance left her, her father remarried, and most strangely, she found her clothes in the clutches of a little girl calling her mommy. Her father: the same man from her nightmare./0/82053/coverorgin.jpg?v=0bf6baa31ed18f0aa23bfcc733b4c028&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Your Stolen Dreams, My Rebuilt Empire
I never thought I'd see David Miller again. For seven years, I' d been the ghost of Ash Carter, the once-promising architecture student whose dreams he' d stolen, whose career he' d sabotaged. Now, a single mom doing freelance drafting to pay the bills, I found myself in a children's museum, comforting my son Leo after a scraped knee. Then, his voice. Theatrically loud, cutting through the din. David, impeccably suited, with a preppy assistant clinging to his arm. He spotted me, his eyes lighting up with a sickening, triumphant gleam. Before a crowd of strangers and his colleagues, he pulled out our old university portfolio, the very project he' d claimed as his own. He draped himself in false sorrow, claiming he' d "never stopped thinking about what we had," implying Leo was his son. He gestured at my comfortable but simple jeans, offering to "help me get back on my feet." His colleagues watched, pitying him, scorning me as the woman who' d let a genius slip away. My past, his crime, was put on public display, twisted into a narrative of my failure and his magnanimity. A cold calm settled over me. How could he be this brazen? This utterly devoid of shame? He truly believed I was still pining for him, still broken by his betrayal. My heart ached for the injustice, for the years he' d condemned me to anonymity. But then, I lifted my hand. The art-deco sapphire ring glinted under the museum lights. "And I'm married," I stated, my voice clear and firm. His confidence wavered, but only for a second. "Ridiculous! Who would marry you?" he sneered. Just as his pitying gaze returned, a quiet voice cut through: "Is there a problem here, Ash?" My husband, Michael Vance, stepped forward, and David' s world began to unravel./0/73449/coverorgin.jpg?v=67b3fac5b95d2a050ef806c4e19b35c8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Not your divorced!
Lunar looked in his eyes after the kiss, he wanted more, they both wanted more. He pulled her closer, he was about to kiss her again when a knock on the door interrupted. He stood up and answered the door. "Hey!" He greeted aloud. "Hi daddy!" Kaila greeted in a loud excited tone. Daemon lifted her from the ground, as he turned to enter the room, khalid hopped in immediately. "Hey dad!" The kid looked up to greet his father. "Howdy little man!" He responded. "We haven't seen you all day. Grandma said you had a headache. Are you okay daddy?" Khalid asked in a concerned tone. "Is the headache gone now?" . "Yes son it's gone completely, not a single trace left." He smiled then looked at lunar. "Daddy, when are you going to make lunar our mommy?" Kaila's question brought daemon's attention from the flash backs of the kiss they'd shared earlier. The question put him in an awkward position, he didn't know what answer to give to not offend lunar or disappoint his daughter, as he struggled for a suitable answer, lunar broke the ice. "Kaila why do you need a mommy?" The question was a save but it was important to know why the little girl seems so desperate to get a mommy. "Because, mommies braid their daughter's hair, have ice cream with them at the park, teach them how to organise tea parties, sings them good night songs." She explained with a longing look in her eyes. "I see. But what makes you think i can do all that for you?" Lunar asked despite being moved to tears with the girl's answer. "Can't you?" Kaila asked. "I mean i can but why do you think i'm the best candidate for that. To be your mommy i mean." "Because i like you, you're kind, gentle and daddy spends a lot of time looking at your pictures on magazines...." "Okay that's enough information passed out." Daemon rushed to cover her mouth. "Kids!" He giggled nervously at lunar. Lunar pursed her lips, she couldn't believe her ears. She pulled kaila from daemon and sat her on her lap. "Kaila honey, how long has he been doing that?" She asked the little girl, she wanted more information. "A lot of time." Kaila replied nodding. "For a year now." Khalid blotted. "Hey! You guys are supposed to have my back here!" Daemon cried out. "We do. We just want to let the lady know how much you love her because we do too." Khalid said gesturing with his hand. "Dad, it's no secret that you do. Grandma talks about it, uncle stan, aunt Anit, aunt kiki, even grandpa. Everyone except you." His index finger pointed at his father. "Oh my! Even my thoughts have betrayed me!" Daemon said. "So are you gonna marry her daddy?" Kaila asked tilting her head sideways. Lunar smiled, giggled and listened the whole time, the family drama unfolding before her was an interesting site to behold. "Kaila honey...i can't just ask her to marry me like that." He replied. "Why? You know everything about her already" Kaila wondered out loud. "No i don't" he protested "Yes you do. You've read and watched all her interviews" She replied. "Kaila it's not that simple books are not correct all the time." He said. "Ah!" Kaila gasped. "Hey! You ask us to read all the time and do our homework too." Khalid shot, if book information cannot be relied on then they've been lied to. "No honey, what i mean is. Books about celebrities, example the media, magazines and news papers are not always accurate." He hope this was a good enough answer. "Oh!" Kaila and khalid chorused. "So you can't ask her to marry based on that? Why? You know her name, she knows yours, give her a ring already!" Kaila pressed on. "No honey, i can't ask her to marry based on that because, adults are more complicated than knowing each other names, and it takes a lot for someone to ask someone to marry someone." Daemon was almost fainting from providing answers. "What he means is that, we are not ready yet to be husband and wife. You can't marry someone you don't understand to a certain level." Lunar said. "Oh!" Kaila and khalid chorused. "Wait just like that? You understood it like..." He snapped his fingers. "Uh huh" they chorused again. Daemon sighed exasperatedly. "Kids!" Lunar giggled "kaila, you don't need to worry about getting a new mommy. I'll braid your hair when you want, we'll have ice creams at the park and do a lot of fun activities that you like." "Hmmm will it be the same if we don't live in the same house?" Kaila's question put lunar and daemon in a tight position. They turned and looked at each other./1/113184/coverorgin.jpg?v=5a00383d49f0a1eaa683c974ac8d9956&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Rejecting The Billionaire's Contract Marriage
I was the devoted PR manager and secret girlfriend of A-list actor Vance Sterling for three years. Just minutes after he promised me a romantic dinner, I caught him sleeping with a wealthy Los Angeles socialite. When I confronted him, he didn't apologize. Instead, he mocked my status, froze my bank accounts, and left me completely homeless on the rainy streets of the city. Blacklisted in Hollywood and utterly destitute, I ended up having a reckless, revenge-fueled one-night stand with the socialite's ruthless billionaire fiancé, Jory Elliott. But my nightmare had just begun. My younger brother accrued a half-million-dollar gambling debt with a brutal cartel, and they threatened to chop off his fingers. Jory stepped in and paid the ransom, only for my brother to beg the billionaire for more gambling money, calling me a selfish bitch for not milking him dry. Then, Jory threw a marriage agreement at my face. "Act as my devoted wife for two years, and I will wipe the debt and give you ten million dollars." I gave my youth to an actor who discarded me like trash, and my own flesh and blood only saw me as a walking ATM. Did these powerful men really think my dignity was just another corporate asset to be bought and traded? I looked into the cold, calculating eyes of the billionaire who thought he owned me. I threw the contract right at his chest and stepped out of his Maybach into the freezing rain. I would rather rot in the gutter than be a pet bought with a checkbook./0/59839/coverorgin.jpg?v=608f8305e107be19fe15e3ea31370e65&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Three Stepbrothers
I woke up to loud knocking and someone repeatedly shouting my name. I was sure it was Aling Lourdes, the owner of this rental place. Aling Lourdes shouted, "I stood up and immediately opened the door for her." "Well, Maki, it seems like you're forgetting something?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "Aling Lourdes, I don't have any money right now. Can I—" I couldn't finish my sentence because she interrupted. "If you can't pay, you should leave now. Nothing is free, and if you don't, I'll report you to the barangay," she said before leaving. I took a deep breath and decided to leave this place. •3 hours ago• I was outside Aling Lourdes' apartment, still thinking about where I should go when my phone suddenly rang. I answered it. "Hello?" "Maki? How are you, my child?" I couldn't respond when I heard my dad's voice. "What do you want?" I asked coldly. "Look at you, your attitude never changes," Dad said. "If you don't have anything good to say, I'll hang up now," I said irritably. "Maki, why don't you come live here so you can see how beautiful it is?" Dad suggested. "In your dreams," I started to say, but then I remembered I needed a place to stay. "Just send me the address," I said curtly and ended the call. My phone vibrated, and I saw the address he sent. I smirked a little and called a taxi. •Fast Forward• I was now in front of his mansion, and someone greeted me and told me to follow them. I stopped walking when I got inside. The place was huge and beautiful. I was startled when someone spoke behind me. "So, it's you?" the person said, looking angry. "M-me?" I stammered, pointing at myself. "Who else, stupid?" the person said before turning away. "HEY, YOU'RE SO ARROGANT! I'LL STRANGLE YOU!" I shouted, moving closer. "Sure, if you can, brat," the person said mockingly. I was about to hit him with my bag when someone laughed loudly./0/80958/coverorgin.jpg?v=03c62d6c384194dcea7369107101b4b0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Note from a stranger
When a mysterious letter arrives at her brownstone apartment, Clara Vance-an editor nursing heartbreak in the heart of Manhattan-finds herself drawn into the story of a town that doesn't exist on any map. Her curiosity eventually leads her to Eli Dawson, a quiet artist with his own secrets. Clara begins to unravel a past that may not be entirely hers with the assistance of her jovial roommate Marla, a reclusive bookseller by the name of Bea, and letters signed by an unknown individual. A moving tale about second chances, quiet places, and the kind of love that comes out of nowhere. October in New York City A coppery wax stamp without initials sealed the creamy white envelope, which was thick and textured. It was in Clara Vance's mailbox, between an unsubscribed issue of The New Yorker and an electric bill. She opened it in the hallway, leaning against the peeling paint of the front door of her brownstone. The bookstore café down the hall was emitting the scent of roasted coffee beans. > "To the girl who forgets to look up: There's a place that misses you. Locate it. It is standing by the lake." There was no signature. merely a return address from Davenport's Reach, New York, a place she'd never heard of. In their tiny, sun-drenched kitchen, she showed it to Marla that night over wine and leftover pad thai. Marla read it twice. "This is either a stalker, a marketing ploy, or an angel whose handwriting is terrible." Too exhausted to care, Clara laughed. "Or the incorrect Vance was simply discovered by mail," The name Davenport's Reach, on the other hand, lingered in her mind as she lay in bed later. The Last Page was run by Bea Kensington. It was a bookstore café on Amsterdam Avenue that was hidden between two flower shops. The shelves creaked, the scones were always warm, and the regulars mostly brought their own mugs. Clara had edited novels there for three years. It was there that Julian Park broke off their engagement six months after she fell in love with him. It was also where she met Rosa, the barista who brewed heartbreak the same way she brewed espresso-bold and with a twist of sarcasm. Before Clara spoke, the letter was noticed by Bea. "That's Davenport's Reach," the old woman said, adjusting her tortoiseshell glasses. "I haven't heard that name in fifty years." "Have you been there?" "More like I left it behind," Bea said. "Before the city pulled me in. There are some places you only visit in letters or dreams. Clara felt the pull again. not only of the location but also of the story. An editor's curse. "Do you think it's real?" Bea sipped her tea. "Does it matter? If a place is written well enough, it might as well be." She met him on the F train. Clara's tote bag had tipped over, spilling manuscripts all over the floor, and it was crowded. He knelt down to assist her and handed her the pages without observing. A sketchbook was in his lap, and his fingers were covered in ink. "Thanks," she said, catching her breath. He responded, glancing at the title of the manuscript, "No problem." "That one has a sad ending." "Have you read it?" He nodded. "Once. In a different life." His name was Eli Dawson. He lived in a fourth-floor walk-up in Brooklyn, painted portraits that looked like they missed someone, and rarely smiled with his eyes. There was something about him that made Clara feel like she had just walked into the second chapter of something she should've started long ago. They started running into each other more-on the train, in Central Park, in the bookstore. Rosa called it "a plot device." The second letter came with a pressed leaf. > "The lake turns silver in October. That's when the geese start calling. You always said the silence there was louder than the subway." It made Clara ache. Over breakfast, she told Marla. "It's like they know things I've never said aloud." Marla played with a spoon. "Maybe they do. Perhaps you are writing to yourself. Your future self." "Or my past." The letters kept coming. Stories were sometimes told. Occasionally, lists Once, a map of a lakeside town with no roads in or out. She told Eli about them on a walk through Central Park, leaves crunching beneath their boots. He looked distant. "My brother used to send me letters like that. After his stroke, he forgot most things but remembered places that never existed." "Henry?" Eli nodded. "I had no idea he was sick," I said. He's doing better now. But changed. He paints only one thing now-a dock, on a lake, with a red canoe. Julian Park appeared at her doorstep one rainy afternoon, hair wet, eyes nostalgic. "I saw your name on a galley proof," he said. "Missing you." Clara's response was, "You missed owning me." "There is a distinction." Life, to Julian, was always like a chessboard. Clara had had enough of him being his queen. The next day, she ran into Zadi Thompson-Eli's ex-at The Last Page. Zadi was all angles and red lips. "You're the editor," Zadi said, leani/0/21512/coverorgin.jpg?v=79abfe8d9e337b2258e571c706275623&imageMogr2/format/webp)
BLSC #12: Billionaire's Trouble
BLSC #12 Matthew Lemiere Perfect, that's his life definition. He always finds his life to be so smooth and so easy. Everything will work in his hands because he has the best genes. He's smart, handsome, rich and everything you want in a guy but sometimes too perfect makes your life dull. Scarlette Thompson Clumsy and trouble, she's always known for those 2 words. She's been an orphan since she was 2 because her parents were shot in a mass shooting. She was raised by her grandmother alone and she worked so hard to get money for her to live. She might not have money but when she has a little bit of money, she always shares it with someone she thinks needs more than her./0/68756/coverorgin.jpg?v=66b37eb8b1c7502e6e58caeab2c07925&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Held by the Past
"Some loves are eternal, some secrets are deadly." When Elena returns to her small hometown to settle her late mother's affairs, she is thrust into the orbit of Adrian, the enigmatic heir to the estate her family once served. Their connection is instant yet fraught with tension, as the shadows of their families' shared history threaten to tear them apart. Bound by an undeniable passion yet separated by a web of lies, betrayal, and an ancient curse, Elena and Adrian must navigate forbidden love while uncovering truths that could destroy them both. In a world where the past holds the key to the future, will love triumph over fate, or will history repeat its tragic cycle?/0/89875/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106213510&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Decade Undone by Deceit
I collapsed from exhaustion after dedicating ten years of my life to my CEO girlfriend, Kendal. I gave up my music, my dreams, everything to build her empire. At the hospital, the doctor delivered the news. Malignant tumor. I needed emergency surgery to save my life. Kendal never visited. Not once. I later found out she was on the phone with another man, sweetly telling him she missed him while I was lying in a hospital bed. Two weeks after they cut the cancer out of me, on her birthday, I went home and cooked her favorite meal. It was supposed to be our last supper, a final goodbye. She stumbled in late that night, drunk, carried piggyback by that same man. They were wearing matching black t-shirts. His said, "I'm with her." Hers said, "I'm with him." She saw me and froze, her laughter dying in her throat. She scrambled off his back, her face a mask of panic and guilt. But I felt nothing. Not anger, not jealousy. The part of me that could feel pain for her had been carved out on the operating table, right along with the tumor. I looked her straight in the eye. "It's over." Then I walked out of the penthouse we once called home, leaving her standing alone in the monument to our failed relationship. This time, I wasn't coming back./0/31524/coverorgin.jpg?v=21c3c0d86d9cb3d4970d32c852c06dca&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Finding His True Love
Andy Weston had thought Love was to meet and go on the journey but he forgot that there were rules and the only way to succeed in love is when you meet the right person. After much heart break and humiliation in love, he met her Stephanie Hudson, daughter of Hudson Walker, she was born without a silver spoon and only had to work so as to earn a living to help her mother and her siblings. She met Andy Walker in his most distress mood and with her soft mind, she cared for him but unknown to her, she was setting a start and ride of love between them And Destiny brought them together but what happened when his ex girlfriend returns to claim her man with the mind that they never broke up?/0/81271/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106195041&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Thorne's Penance, Elara's Triumph
I once believed Reverend Thorne was my savior. Found freezing in the remote Alabama woods at five, abandoned by my own cruel mother, he offered me a home, a fragile hope within the church orphanage. But that hope shattered when, at eighteen, he learned of my innocent affection. Fearing scandal, he sent me on a deadly mission, deep into the dangerous Ozark Mountains-a place guarded by hostile hermits. He knew it was a death sentence. I died a brutal death, but my spirit lingered, unseen. I watched as he dismissed my murder, slandered my memory, and even married my cruel half-sister, Seraphina. My very essence was erased, my final desperate pleas unheard, my ghost cast out as "evil." Every shred of dignity, every memory of kindness, was crushed. How could a man I idolized, who once offered salvation, betray me so utterly? Why was my tormentor allowed triumph while I faded into oblivion? But then, a chilling miracle: I awoke, a child once more, with every agonizing memory intact. The same frozen woods, the same false savior offering his hand. This time, I ran. This time, I refuse to be a victim. My second life begins now, and this time, I choose my own path to healing, love, and a justice far sweeter than revenge./0/27926/coverorgin.jpg?v=102506e0a89607a2d62daf01261948d2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
