Romance Books for Women
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The True Heiress Returns After Divorce
For two years, Emmie’s marriage to Daxton Ellis was nothing but a cold medical contract. She was merely a living vessel, kept around to provide a bone marrow transplant for his true love, Hortensia. When Emmie's grandfather was dying in the ICU, she desperately begged Daxton to save him. Instead, he coldly refused, ordering his bodyguards to trap her so her surgery wouldn't be delayed. To completely destroy Emmie, Hortensia maliciously faked a severe allergy attack and then intentionally threw herself down a steep flight of iron stairs. She perfectly framed Emmie for attempted murder right in front of Daxton's eyes. Believing his lover's lies, Daxton violently choked Emmie and locked her in a pitch-black room, cutting off all her communication with the outside world. Trapped in the freezing darkness, Emmie received a secret call from the weeping butler. "Master Silas... his heart stopped. He was calling your name. He died calling your name." The phone slipped from her fingers, the agonizing realization hitting her that because of Daxton, she didn't even get to say a final goodbye to her only family. The raw, guttural scream that tore through her throat marked the absolute death of her six years of unrequited love. Clutching the signed divorce agreement and the key to her grandfather's hidden billionaire trust, Emmie wiped her bloodstained hands and prepared to make them pay./0/20116/coverorgin.jpg?v=5394417a625eea01633fda2801e2bab6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Ruthless Love Master
"Where's she?" Master Khalid asked as he trailed his eyes around for his target. He found her beside her sister but still walked by and went to lean against a table. "Come over" he ordered and Octavia knew the order was for her. But when she tried to move, she noticed her legs were too heavy. Oh damn it! She needed to do this. She swallowed hard and forced her legs to move, walking closer to him. And as she approached him, she noticed the rings on his fingers. He had gold rings on all his left handed fingers. She got to where he was and stood before him, her gaze low. A mixed smell of cigarette and delicate fragrance clunged around him. "You want to be a part of my clan, huh?" He asked and Octavia only nodded - slowly. "Hm",- he moved from the table. "You have a lot to learn, young lady" he spoke calmly as he moved behind her. Octavia brows arched,,wondering why he was going to stand behind her. Suddenly, he touched her hair. "First", he held and yanked the hair and Octavia winced. "When you're talking to me, you don't just nod. You make use of your tongue". Octavia nodded in deep breaths, but getting a grip of herself, she quickly added: "yes master". Khalid huffed and let go of her hair, then went to stand in front of her. He lifted his hands to her chest and Octavia's eyes dimmed. "What?" She almost called out, but bit her lips to prevent her from talking. Khalid got hold of her b**bs and pinched her nipple and Octavia couldn't help but wince out. "Ah" she gave a very slight sound and was almost forced to move away from him. "Still a virgin?" He asked and she nodded but quickly added "Yes Master". Khalid chuckled immediately, alongside his boys who actually laughed. "Are you being serious?" A dark smirk still lingered on his lips. "You can't be a virgin and work for Master Khalid. You'll need to chose one". * Khalid was known as the cruel leader of his group of bad companions - a group known to be involved in all forms of illegal activities. They were worst than a mafia group. Innocent Octavia shows up one day and begs to be a part of his group for reasons best known to her. But in order to achieve that, she had to let go of her innocence, had to let go of her cold lifestyle and act like one of them. She had to obey all the Master's rules./0/83473/coverorgin.jpg?v=1a14b6186d008b59b919ce115327a71f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Lovesick Fool to Legend
The Texas sun beat down on the sprawling ranch, but nothing could dim the radiant joy of my wedding day. Hundreds of guests watched, fanning themselves, as I stood at the altar, eyes fixed on Savannah, my vision in white lace. This was it, the culmination of my dreams, the moment our lives would begin. When the pastor said, "You may now kiss the bride," my heart pounded with anticipation. But Savannah turned her head, her gaze sweeping past me to land on Cody, her "Man of Honor" in a suit I had paid for. In front of everyone, she walked to him, put her hands on his face, and gave him a long, passionate kiss. A collective gasp rippled through the stunned crowd, followed by a thick, suffocating silence. My father's face was stone, my best friend Tyler looked ready to erupt. She pulled away, breathless, then casually announced, "Cody' s never going to get married; he just wanted to know what it felt like. It was our pact. A childhood thing." Her dismissive tone, Cody's smirking triumph over her shoulder, snapped something inside me. The woman I poured my heart and fortune into had just publicly shamed me, reducing our sacred vows to a casual 'joke.' It was an act of betrayal so profound, so brazen, that it transcended mere heartbreak. How could someone so close inflict such calculated cruelty, expecting no consequence? The utter absurdity of her explanation, the depth of her entitlement, filled me not with rage, but with an icy clarity. I calmly took the microphone from the pastor' s hand, my voice steady, carrying across the silent ranch. "Apologies everyone," I said, "The party' s not over, but the wedding is." In that single, defining moment, I walked away from the ruins of a life I thought I wanted, ready to build a real one./0/48744/coverorgin.jpg?v=5bd72ec37007823f5700700447db08a6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Beyond Our Imagination
Hyewon has only ever known a life in the Kanen ghettos of hardships, starvation and pain until one day, her father is laid off from work, leaving only Hyewon suitable to provide income for her family. Her new job as a blue-collar worker for a large corporation forces her to move out of her familiar world of the Kanen ghettos to encounter one totally opposite of it - the Triary suburbans. The craziest part? These seemingly new worlds are separated by only a mere fence./0/21524/coverorgin.jpg?v=9dfdb67797f670225c5fb0dbe3883cf2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Romeo's Revenge
Romeo's Revenge Deandre Romeo Every Romeo has their own Juliet right? Well, not for Deandre Romeo. He's cold inside and out. He's only nice to his family and his best friend and it makes girls afraid to get close to him. For him, love does exist but he doesn't want it. Tatiana Kamerie She's deeply in love with her high school sweetheart and will get married in 2 months. She always thinks that he's the one for her and she can't wait to change her last name. On her wedding day, instead of marrying her one and only love.. he's married to a jerk slash asshole slash cold hearted bastard./0/82378/coverorgin.jpg?v=9097840b82aa07e3a170135470d0ec59&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Vanderbilt Vendetta
For nine years, my life as Mrs. Ethan Vanderbilt was a gilded cage, perfect on the outside. Inside, it was a daily torment of his cheating, gaslighting, and relentless cruelty. Then came the divorce papers-not just another empty threat, but grotesque terms that demanded I serve his pregnant mistress, Brittany. He even snatched my mother's heirloom ring to give to her. Brittany, emboldened, then deliberately ran me over with a car, causing a devastating miscarriage. Ethan's response? A shrug. Later, he forced me to undergo surgery to provide skin for her minor scratches. My body and spirit were being systematically broken. The pain, the dehumanization, the monstrous audacity of it all was suffocating. How could anyone be so calculatingly cruel? He had taken everything-my music, my unborn child, my mother's last token, even my flesh. But he didn't know I had secretly reconnected with his older brother, James, my quiet protector from years past. He didn't know about the hidden prenuptial clause, nor the bakery shares I'd rediscovered-my leverage. And he definitely didn't know James's flight was booked, with a promise: "City Hall, 4 PM. Be ready." This wasn't the end of me; it was the beginning of his downfall./0/45146/coverorgin.jpg?v=2c82ecbcb937bf4e2ebfcdcd5dcaa9ea&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Supermodel's Ex-Fiancé
(Part I) When Nina is cheated on by her fiance just a few months into their big day, she must make a choice on whether she could overlook his betrayal and continue their relationship or completely let go of him. But when an unexpected pregnancy is thrown into the mix, Justin might just have a reason to keep her confined to his side after all... ___________________________ (Part II) As an orphan, Selena has always craved for a family of her own but when her mafia boyfriend of many years refuses to pop the question despite waiting for so long, she decided she wanted out. But would he really let her go that easily?/0/84881/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106205427&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love's Obsession, Her Freedom
My name is Ava Hayes, and according to the little gold-embossed placard next to the painting, I was the artist. But tonight, my real title was "trophy," paraded at the Vance Gallery, a glittering cage built by Ethan Vance. He' d bought my family' s gallery, swooping in like a vulture when my father' s business teetered on the edge of bankruptcy. Then, my younger sister Lily got sick, a rare autoimmune disease with astronomical medical bills. Suddenly, Ethan wasn' t just a bitter ex-fiancé; he was the only lifeline, holding Lily' s future-and mine-in his cruel hands. He made me beg for it, forcing me into a contract: his "protégé," his grateful, reclaimed stray. I was trapped, my art and my soul enslaved, all to save Lily and my father' s legacy. He wanted to break my spirit, to own the one thing that had walked away from him. Today, he pushed me too far, forcing me to play servant at his lavish party, publicly humiliating me. He paraded Lily on his arm, giving her the diamond necklace I had desired, right in front of my face. Watching Lily' s fragile adoration for him, her innocence twisted into a weapon against me, something inside me snapped. If he wanted to destroy me, I would burn my own life to the ground and make sure he was standing in the middle of the fire with me./0/39045/coverorgin.jpg?v=7515dc1aa386db92d8df8efa56859d6b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Assistant and her Playboy Celebrity
Victoria was about to graduate high school and move to Los Angeles with her mom to pursue her dream of being an actress. But disaster struck and her mom was murdered. The murder remained unsolved with no leads. So, Victoria left everything behind and never looked back. She met the perfect guy who was handsome, famous and rich. Her life seemed picture perfect in Hollywood, until her past caught up with her. ** It was the day before my 18th birthday when my mother was murdered. It appeared to be a home invasion. I should have been home, but I had a school project due and stayed late at the library. It is hard not to think of the "what if's". What if I was home, would I have been killed too? What if I could have saved her? The guilt I feel for not being there engulfs me some days. I never knew my father and I do not have any siblings. It was just me and my mom. The only other family I had was my best friend, Theo. We have known each other since we were little and talk every day. After graduation, me and my mom were going to move to Los Angeles together. My lifelong dream was to be a famous actress in Hollywood. Theo didn’t want me to go. He would always say that I was too good for Hollywood and that it would ruin me one day. But I felt all alone now and wanted nothing more than to leave. Theo tried convincing me to stay. He told me that I would have regrets leaving without knowing who my mother's killer was. But the police had zero leads and I had nothing left here in this small town. He tried getting me to stay for him, but I just wanted to be away from everything and everyone who reminded me of home and my mom. I know it hurt him, but it hurt me more to stay. So, after graduation I left for California and never looked back. Theo would text me every day. At first, I would respond, but after a while I stopped and so did he. Years had passed and I did a good job of forgetting my old life. I just celebrated my 22nd birthday and you would think by now that I would have some acting gigs under my belt. But I found out very quickly how hard it is to break into show business. All the money I got from my mom's passing had run out and I had to take odd jobs to make ends meet. I worked at a diner for a while. Then I got a job at a fancy boutique. This is where I got my big break and met Charles Sampson. He was shopping for his wife and was saying how his assistant had just quit due to a family emergency and he was in desperate need of a new one. Charles was in his 60's but he had a long acting career under his belt and just landed a major role in a successful series. I jumped at the opportunity as this could be a great stepping stone for me to land an acting role. Plus, I could learn a lot from him. I felt like things were finally looking up for me. I had been working for Charles for a few weeks and today was the day we got to go on set for filming. I was beyond excited and really nervous. "Victoria, please stop playing with your hair." Charles said. "I am so sorry." I said as I put my hands under my legs so I couldn't do it again. It was one of my nervous habits and was hard to control. "You will do great. You do not need to be nervous. If anything, I should be the one being nervous." he said as he laughed. There were a lot of big named actors and actresses on this show, and I was excited but scared to meet them. So far, Charles is the biggest celebrity I have ever met. The car dropped us off at the entrance of the set for today. We both walked in and were greeted by the producer. She had her assistant show us to his fitting room. As we were walking by the suites, I glanced at the name on the wall outside of one of the doors and saw Luca Hayes. I have had a crush on him for as long as I can remember. I couldn"t believe I was walking by his fitting room. The door was open, and I peeked in. He was pulling a shirt over his head and all I could see was his toned abs. I didn't stop staring until his shirt covered them. I quickly looked up and we made eye contact. I could feel my face heat up and immediately turn red. He had this cute smirk on his face, and I looked away and left as fast as I could. I was so embarrassed. He probably thought I was some weirdo, just staring at him. I wouldn't be surprised if I had drool coming out of my mouth. I hurried and caught up with Charles and the assistant. We arrived at his fitting room and his stylist was ready for him. I didn"t need to be there for this so I asked, "Is there somewhere that I can set up my laptop to work on emails?” The assistant showed me to a communal area with food, wifi and a lounge area. "Be careful with him. He is known to make you feel special, but it is all a lie." She said as she walked away. I looked up from my laptop and saw Luca walking toward me. I didn’t dare say a word and just looked back at my screen. "Did you like what you saw?" he asked. I kept my eyes down and said. "I don't know what you are talking about.”/0/78780/coverorgin.jpg?v=d2712a982b8061fca44441e08c005a2f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Ex Fiancée
Maria,a beautiful lady and a nurse by profession, faced rejection by her Billionaire Fiance Henry for returning home late after a busy working day. Jude, Henry's cousin had set his plan of deceiving Henry and accomplished it by taking Maria as his Fiancée and preparing to marry her. Henry has woken up from his slumber,his cousin Jude has betrayed him,he can't lose Maria to him and he's set to chase and win her Ex fiancée back. Maria on the other hand also discovered the hidden secrets behind the scene,she had already fallen in love and had accepted to marry Jude his Ex's cousin, meanwhile being pregnant with Henry's baby. As her love for Jude fades away because of his lust and wickedness, Maria reconciles with Henry and marries him./0/20429/coverorgin.jpg?v=20210427152248&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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My Wedding Night, His Downfall
The Hamiltons' garden party was a symphony of social graces, too sweet with expensive perfume and the forced laughter of people I barely knew. My fiancé, Captain Alex Hamilton, looked sculpted from a dream, charming everyone as usual. Our future, everyone believed, was perfectly laid out. But something had been off. His phone always angled away, his eyes distant. Then, from the old conservatory, I heard voices drift– Lex' s and Bree Evans' . "She can't find out, Bree. Not about us, not about the baby," Lex whispered. Baby? My breath caught in my throat. Bree whined about "their son," and Lex replied about securing "Sarah' s substantial trust fund" after marriage. Disgust rose hot and choking. He wasn't just cheating; he was planning to use my fortune to fund his entire secret life with another woman and his child. My world tilted violently. The man I was about to marry, the hero everyone admired, was a vile, calculating fraud. This wasn't a mistake; it was a meticulously planned betrayal, a monstrous financial scam camouflaged as love. How could I have been so utterly blind to such cold, professional deception? A sudden, cold calm settled over me. I walked back into the party's noise, slipped the gaudy engagement ring from my finger, and faced him. "I believe this belongs to you," I said, my voice clear. "Our engagement is off. I overheard you. About your son." His face drained. The fight was just beginning. I was going to marry Ethan Cole./0/75182/coverorgin.jpg?v=c0272430c19756dd4a45ebd68a89507c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The devil at the top
Blurb: I hate you, Eddy Arnold, with every fiber of my being. Yet, my heart beats for you, a rhythm I can't escape. Why do I ache for you so desperately? Your hand on my back, your arm around my waist, your fingers weaving through my hair, your body pressed against mine. Your lips, like fire-spicy, searing-but I crave them more than anything. Eddy Arnold-my boss, the man who owns the biggest tech empire in New York. To cross him is to challenge the forces of hell itself. He's feared, revered... and the son of the devil in disguise. Brilliant, calculating, ruthless. The man every woman dreams of-yet his heart is as cold as ice. Fall for him? Good luck. You'll be left shattered, picking up the pieces of a heart he'll never care to hold. I got the rare chance to work as his secretary, thanks to my qualifications, after most companies turned me down for one reason: I'm selectively mute. But Eddy made me an offer-an offer I couldn't refuse. One that would pull me straight into his inferno. Join me as I walk this treacherous path, and see what the devil has in/0/37950/coverorgin.jpg?v=fd667247af0b3df62c12a0344d39b071&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Sir Damien's Contracted Wife
Title: Sir Damien’s Contracted Wife. Synopsis: Arya was all Damien wanted in a woman. Neat, smart, passionate and responded to worries like they were hers. The only problem was, her only memory of him was as a boy who stalked her, diagnosed with yandere syndrome that made her life a living hell. He had a chance to her, when the father asked for the girl to be in an arranged marriage with a rich man as a way to gain money to pay her dead mother’s debts. Arya had no choice so collaborated with Sir Damien, a man she assumed was her sister’s boyfriend, to be his arranged wife. Being the CEO of three powerful companies, her father quickly picked him. But Sir Damien lied, he lied to Arya that their marriage was only a formality and she could leave once she found true love. He didn’t mean a word. He’d make sure that he was her end. Her true love. His beautiful plans of having her as his became faulty when Arya’s long time crush, the son of his governor, began reciprocating Arya’s feelings. And his contracted wife might not be the only thing his rival was after./0/21837/coverorgin.jpg?v=80ecfdec0bc03975a29d944775b4e5d4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Embers Of Hope
Worried with his wife's views about sex, and her refusal to let him please her the way a woman should be pleased, Karl refuses to give her the one thing she so desperately needs, which is a child. This sets him on a path to distract himself, leading him to an unlikely fellow, his first love./1/103810/coverorgin.jpg?v=5eddcc3abc62328006970d6a31f3df71&imageMogr2/format/webp)
When the Quiet Found Her Heart
After losing the love she thought she would grow old with, Amara Cole built a life around survival-not hope. Strong, ambitious, and quietly broken, she learns to live with grief by keeping her heart guarded and her world controlled. Love, to her, is a beautiful risk she can no longer afford. Then she meets Elias. Steady, patient, and deeply kind, Elias doesn't try to save her or erase her past. He simply stays-through the silence, the fear, and the memories that refuse to fade. As Amara struggles between protecting her heart and daring to love again, she must face the truth: healing doesn't mean forgetting, and loving again doesn't mean betrayal. When the Quiet Found Her Heart is a deeply emotional story about love after loss, second chances, and the courage it takes to choose happiness again. A slow-burn romance filled with pain, tenderness, and hope-proof that even the most wounded hearts can find their way home./0/85194/coverorgin.jpg?v=5ce7d493e3a0817f5dbfa02a5513b1ef&imageMogr2/format/webp)
No Longer His To Break
The drug pulsed through my veins, every inch of my body screaming for release, yet my husband, Ethan, stood over me, his face etched with familiar disgust. Just thirty minutes earlier, his childhood sweetheart, Scarlett, had forced 99 pills down my throat, challenging me: if Ethan was still repulsed by my 200-pound body, even under the aphrodisiac's influence, I had to sign the divorce papers. Scarlett' s taunt echoed: "I bet even if you strip naked and beg like a dog, he won't touch your two-hundred-pound body!" Consumed by the drug, I sank to the floor, pressing my lips against Ethan' s polished shoes, begging for help, for the man who once swore to protect me. He commanded, cold and devoid of emotion: "Use your mouth. Unbuckle my belt." He promised to help if I complied. My heart, already shattered, splintered as I fumbled with his belt, a memory piercing through the haze: I had endured agonizing experimental treatments, nearly dying, to cure the rare disease that was killing him. He had vowed eternal gratitude, promised to cherish me forever. But the cure had ravaged my metabolism, ballooning my body and his affection dwindled just as fast. Then, his sneer: "You really think I'd touch this? You' re disgusting. Trying to manipulate me with drugs? You' re pathetic." He kicked me away, walking out, leaving me to burn while Scarlett posted a triumphant selfie with him: "He's mine. Alone." I was just a placeholder, a life-saving tool that had outlived its usefulness. The fire inside raged, but a chilling resolve hardened. I wouldn't die here. A numb voice whispered: "I will erase Ava Miller, the hopeful artist, the loving wife, the pathetic, two-hundred-pound woman begging on the floor. I will leave this life behind and become someone else. Someone powerful."/1/113822/coverorgin.jpg?v=10957e3e5ebd7ac8797e13adae78cf67&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Disowned Heiress And Her Billionaire Protector
I was the rightful heir to the Valenzuela estate, but my aunt and cousin treated me worse than a stray dog. On a freezing rainy night, they forged documents to strip me of my trust fund and violently ordered their bodyguards to throw me out. My cousin snatched the rosewood urn containing my mother's ashes. She smashed it onto the marble floor and maliciously ground the white powder under her stiletto heel. When Aidan, the elderly butler who had protected me since I was a baby, tried to shield me from their assassins in the storm, he was stabbed in the back. His hot blood poured over my hands as he died in the muddy puddle, while my aunt's men laughed and raised their blades to finish me off. They thought I was just a nameless orphan they could easily erase. The next day, they went to the press, branding me a degenerate thief who ran away, happily preparing to parade around at my grandfather's charity gala using my stolen wealth. But they didn't know I was rescued from the rain by the most ruthless billionaire in New York, a man willing to burn the city down to protect me. Staring at my pale reflection in the penthouse mirror, I took a pair of heavy silver scissors and chopped off my long hair. "From today on, the weak girl is dead. I am Evelena Valenzuela, and I am going to make them bleed for every single thing they took."/1/116325/coverorgin.jpg?v=3d69d934f2f97fa5e76337c7b79b9d3b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
