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Romance Books for Women

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Married To The Billionaire President

Married To The Billionaire President

Staring out the window of my tiny apartment, I never imagined that a life of opulence and power was about to come crashing into my modest world. My name is Amelia Parker, a struggling journalist in the bustling city of Valmont, and I'm used to getting by on my own. Until I met him—Elijah Bennett, a billionaire with eyes that could pierce a thousand defenses and a reputation that both intrigued and intimidated me. Our first encounter was anything but ordinary. A chance meeting at a gala I was covering ended in a misunderstanding that spiraled into a high-stakes game neither of us expected to play. Elijah needed a bride to secure his inheritance, and I needed a way to pay off my mounting debts. The proposition? A contracted marriage. It sounded simple enough, but nothing about Elijah Bennett was simple. The chemistry between us was electric, undeniable. Yet beneath his cool, commanding exterior lay a man battling his demons. I soon realized this arrangement was more than a business deal; it was a labyrinth of passion and secrets, where every glance and touch threatened to unravel the carefully constructed walls around our hearts. As we navigated the treacherous waters of our faux marriage, unexpected challenges arose—rival businessmen seeking to sabotage Elijah, societal elites whispering behind our backs, and a ghost from my past resurfacing to haunt me. Each conflict drew us closer, igniting a fire I never knew existed. But can we withstand the pressure? Can Elijah and I transform a contract into a commitment, or will our secrets and fears tear us apart? As the stakes grow higher and our hearts become entangled, I find myself questioning everything: What is love, if not the most dangerous gamble of all?
Choose,Your Wife Or Your Childhood Sweetheart

Choose,Your Wife Or Your Childhood Sweetheart

I remembered the day Liam Hayes proposed, his eyes full of sincerity, promising to love me more than life itself. Three years later, that world collapsed around me in a damp, abandoned warehouse. "Choose, Liam. Your wife or your childhood sweetheart," the man with the gun said, his voice flat and bored. Liam stood, caught between me, tied to a chair, and a weeping Olivia White. I watched silently as he untied Olivia, his whispered "I'm sorry" a physical blow. He walked her out, his back to me, leaving me bound. Just as tears broke through my carefully maintained calm, the kidnapper cut my ropes, telling me he wasn't a murderer, just a man who believed in consequences. He looked me in the eye. "For what it's worth, he's an idiot." My heart was a hollow, aching void. I had survived, but what was left? My husband had walked away, choosing another. Then, the police swarmed in, and Liam was there, rushing back, pulling me into a suffocating embrace. He said he was sorry, that he was here. But I felt nothing. I woke in a hospital, Olivia by my side, Liam fussing over her. He even blamed me for being out late. The final blow came when I found out Olivia was pregnant with his child, after years of my own struggles with infertility, and his mother shrieked that I was "barren." The injustice was a cold, hard knot in my stomach. How could love turn into this betrayal? Why was I, his wife, continually abandoned for a shadow from his past? Was this all a twisted joke? Then, the ultimate cosmic joke: I discovered I was pregnant with Liam's child. I confronted him, giving him a final, brutal choice: "My baby, or her baby. You can only have one." He chose her. I walked away, no longer needing anything from him, ready to build a life free from his choices and his chaos.
365 DAYS WITH YOU

365 DAYS WITH YOU

The day CARL BRADFORD offered me the contract: "These are the laid-down rules; Rule Number One: You are not allowed to fall in love with me. Rule Number Two: You are not allowed to kiss or hug me, except if I want to, just to convince my father, which I wish will never happen." He didn't bother to hide the disgust on his face when he made the last statement. "Rule Number Three: No one is allowed to know about this contract, not even my brother. This is strictly between I, you, and my P.A. Is that clear?" I nodded nervously, wondering if it was the right decision as I clutched my stomach. This guy was unbelievable, and so full of himself, like he rules the world, and could destroy it with the snap of his finger. "You will get paid monthly as long as we don't get caught, for a year. If you want to ever opt out from this, get ready to pay me back." He said firmly. How on earth am I going to survive with this menace for 365 days? I inhaled deeply, and forced a smile at him. "I should get back to my boss, Daniel". His face twisted into a frown when I mentioned his brother's name. No one needed to tell me, that they were sworn enemies who will forever hate each other until one step downs, or preferable, dies. *** Carl's father had always blamed him for the death of his mother, who had died in childbirth. Mr. Williams, his father, had never shown him love while he was growing up. Now, as an adult, he wanted him to be the main shareholder of his company. This sudden change was very odd. Carl attended the best business school and graduated at the top of his class. He has always believed this was the reason his father wanted him to take over the company. But what he didn't know was that there was a very different reason. Khloe, Carl's contracted girlfriend, happened to find out the secret behind his mother's death, and the main reason his father wanted him to be in control of the company. She eventually turned the secret to her advantage when his father, Mr. Williams became determined to ruin her life when he discovered she was one of his own employees, and was secretly dating Carl. What could the secret be that would make the powerful and influential Mr. Williams Bradford bend to Khloe's demands?
The Fake Wedding, A Real Betrayal

The Fake Wedding, A Real Betrayal

Six years with Olivia Hayes, and we were finally making it official. I clutched our marriage certificate, crisp and new, ready to file the final paperwork at the city clerk' s office. Then, the clerk told me the document was fake. My heart sank. Olivia Hayes, my fiancée, had been legally married two weeks ago-to Mark Johnson, my former best friend and a tech mogul. I returned home to find Olivia humming, laying out macarons, a picture of domestic bliss, a complete lie. I later overheard her confessing on the phone how she never truly loved me; I was just "comfortable," a placeholder for Mark. My carefully constructed future shattered, replaced by cold certainty: I was leaving. But leaving wasn't easy. Mark' s neediness spiraled, turning our home into his stage. He faked injuries, weaponized his sadness, and Olivia, caught in his web, defended him fiercely, even bringing up my deceased father' s suicide to shame me. Her constant choice of him, and the chilling realization that my pain mattered less than his performance, twisted the knife deeper. Why did she keep falling for his lies? Why did her compassion vanish when it came to me? My escape plan to Seattle was set. But just as I was leaving, Mark' s ex-girlfriend, Sarah, attacked me. Olivia, seeing Sarah with a knife to my throat, still chose to believe Mark' s pathetic accusation that I staged it. That final betrayal solidified my decision. I blocked Olivia and left for Seattle, ready to start anew, free from her and Mark' s toxic charade.