Romance Books for Women
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The Wedding Night Annulment
My wife, Ellie, died in my arms, her last words twisting the knife: a confession she wished she’d never married me, only pined for her stepbrother, Marcus. Haunted by her dying wish, I used my family's illicit time-travel technology to rewrite our past, determined to give her the happiness I never could. I plunged into our wedding night, posing as Marcus to get our marriage annulled. I painstakingly orchestrated her reunion with him, enduring humiliation, and even donated my own blood to save him after his suicide attempt. Every sacrifice tore me apart, ensuring her ultimate freedom, though it came at the cost of my own soul. Yet, after all this, Ellie, finally free of me, only realized her feelings for me once I was gone. Then, at a charity gala, Marcus, in a jealous rage, attacked me. Ellie shielded me, taking the fall, leaving her gravely injured. Now, she's desperate for the love she never saw. Can I, after such profound heartbreak and self-sacrifice, ever reciprocate? Or is it time to finally choose my own peace, severing all ties, and finding a happiness she will only witness from afar?/0/82535/coverorgin.jpg?v=01a1583c769fb57a509f80ca697d8f8a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Comeback of the Silenced Heiress
Two years. Two years of agony, grueling surgeries, and relentless recovery after I shielded my fiancé, Chad, from a fiery explosion. My back, once a roadmap of searing pain, was finally flawless, perfectly healed – a precious secret and a symbol of our new beginning. I was finally home in our penthouse, overflowing with joyful anticipation to surprise Chad before our engagement party next week. But the excitement curdled into an icy dread the moment I stepped inside. Peels of a woman' s unfamiliar laughter echoed from our master suite, followed by Chad' s low, impossibly intimate voice. "The doctor said it' s fine, the baby will be okay." Then, Izzy, my own assistant, giggled, "You haven't used this king-sized bed with her, right? You said seeing her scars made you sick." Sick. My scars. The ones I got saving his life, the constant reminder of my sacrifice. In that instant, his whispers of eternal love, his tender care during my recovery – every single lie – shattered as unmistakable sounds of intimacy spilled from our bed. The man I loved, the man I had nearly died for, a man who saw my selflessness as something repulsive, mocking my "snake-skin" behind my back. He had drugged me for months, not for my true recovery, but to keep me docile while he continued his sordid affair, all while plotting to exploit my family' s immense influence to usurp his own brother's corporate empire. How could the supposed angel I saved transform into such a monstrous, calculating deceiver? From the depths of devastation, a chilling, diamond-hard clarity emerged, sharpening my resolve. I clutched my phone, my shaking fingers composing a message that wasn't just a threat, but a meticulously planned declaration of war. Chad Baxter Jr. was poised to lose absolutely everything. He was about to discover that the "fragile" girl he thought he could break was meticulously preparing to demolish his entire world, piece by agonizing piece./0/85038/coverorgin.jpg?v=9eaf5dae011d50d77ef0b6a257730b0b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Eight Years, A Cruel Joke
For eight years, I clung to Liam' s drunken promise, a joke he' d made at 14 that felt like a sacred vow. I transformed myself, chasing perfection for him, believing our 22nd birthday was finally our moment. But then, I overheard him plotting: our "promise" was a cruel lie, a scheme to get rid of me. He was in love with Sienna, planning a fake engagement and a rented baby to finally drive me away. My world shattered, reduced to nothing but the echoing laughter of his friends. Why was I always just an obstacle, a joke in his meticulously crafted life? I accepted an overseas scholarship, packed my bags, and burned every memory of him, ready to disappear. He publicly humiliated me, flaunting his engagement to Sienna at a charity gala. Then, when a planter fell, he shielded her, completely ignoring me as I lay bleeding on the floor. At my farewell party, he shoved me into a lake, leaving me to drown, just to protect Sienna. He chose her. Over his best friend. Over my life. My brother, Mark, came to my rescue, raging at Liam, but it was clear Liam felt no remorse. He claimed I was "unstable" and "obsessed," twisting every truth to fit his narrative. I left for New York, cutting all ties, determined to erase him from my life forever. Years later, Liam, broken and ruined by Sienna and her lover, Julian, desperately sought me out. He found me, happy and successful, with Alex-a man who truly valued me. I finally had the strength to tell him his apology meant nothing, that he was no longer my problem. The man who once dominated my every thought was now a pathetic stranger, utterly unimportant. I threw away his final, belated confession, a paper airplane of wasted love, into the New York sky. My journey from a broken girl to a celebrated architect, from chasing a false star to finding my own wings, was complete. I was finally free, soaring into a future he could never touch./0/25592/coverorgin.jpg?v=cc4ab4810c7fedf82f911960743a14b2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
An Irresistible Widower
Alexandre Mendonça I live only for my work and for my two children. In fact, I don't want any other woman, what I really wanted was my wife, but unfortunately, she's gone. I loved her so much that my heart still aches and bleeds, and I ended up closing myself off from all women, as none will come close to my dear late wife Sarah! But that changed after the call I made today. Whose sassy, sensual voice was that? I wondered. Until today when I received a strange call. What I wanted? It was meeting the owner of that sassy, sensual voice. Jackeline Baptista or Jack Baptista I don't know what I did to God?! I'm pissed off. All things are going wrong. Even my job, which I love dearly, is driving me crazy. All because of that drop-dead gorgeous man who looked like an ogre, shit, there I am thinking about the idiot I saw today in my friend's company elevator. Soon curiosity hits me, I touch the screen and, when I look, I see Mr Ogre on the cell phone screen, then, fuck it. I kept his cell phone, I don't have a better name than Irresistible Ice./0/75339/coverorgin.jpg?v=9885dffb89c691580e5cf357e3c38ae3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Revenge to Lust
She felt a slight shudder run through her spine as his fingers brushed her aroused lips. "This is not appropriate." The words caught in her throat. His leather and lemon scent overpowered her senses as he leaned forward. "Nothing about you ever was". Her plan was revenge but his touch fueled a lust she couldn't deny. Trapped in a contract marraige with the second son of the Elysian Tyranny, she decides to use it as an avenue to avenge he and his brothers for what they stole from her. But what if the target of your rage is a highly attractive man with an allure of danger and dark seduction you can't resist? As she delves into her plans, she uncovers demons from his past and battle forces of attraction she didn't bargain for while they are determined to make her bend, both to their will and in their bed./0/21994/coverorgin.jpg?v=20210720150318&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Doppelganger
She was his childhood love, He was his best friend, She was his minnie, He was his mickey, They made a perfect duo. But they got kidnapped and met after fifteen long years. Will they ever be able to fill the void between them? What if he is already marrying someone? Will there still be a soft corner left in his heart for her? Samar Oberoi, CEO of a vast realm will be marrying Falak for making his company world's best. But what will happen if his childhood love, Kayra shows up in the midst of this with a mastermind plan? What if Falak and Kayra look alike? They say "if you meet your doppelganger often, one of you will die soon." Is it applicable here too?/0/24497/coverorgin.jpg?v=3743304453f1970280c3c4dfc7708682&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Virgin Slutty Stripper
Antonia Mela Cruz the heir to the Rodford's empire, a rich business woman, a CEO to a multimillionaire Fashions industry, a mother to a amazing little girl and not just being a mother but a pure still virgin. How right...... A woman whom having been embittered by her past came into a decision of hating the male folks as a whole and for being made to go through pains of motherhood at an early age of 21 decided to pay back in her own revengeful pattern by being a sex worker but because of her class in the society she has to go under guised with a mask to torment every man she lays with and of course she did succeed by giving them a deadly diseases, with her sexy figure and shape it was way easier to book a night with her. A man who hated the mere thinking that he has been bethroted to some to a woman whom he very much hated to the core. Finally had a reason to smile when the engagement between both parties was called off by his father the King. Raymond the first born child of the King lost his entitlement to his very much detested half younger brother which then made he... Ronaldo the heir to the throne and not just that but the very best existing Fashion designer finally embarded on a trip to Texas not just for a business Fashion but to claim his woman. And in that simple trip a whole lot of truths were revealed..... Finding out that at first gaze with the woman whom he merely saw on a photo made a spark enlighten inside him making him feel a strange connection between them and just by staring at the eyes made him feel possessive. Now what happens when two strangers world apart discover they both have a connection and that is with a child when they have never met.... His once bethroted bride, what happens when she vows never to back down with out a fight for the humiliation she feels was caused her.... And what secret does she have locked up in her cupboard how is she the cause for Antonia bitterness... And Antonia is she ever willing to accept a new Lover.... A one night lesbian mistake made her feel good would she follow up that gender or otherwise.... How is she a virgin and still she birth a kid... A sex worker but yet she never sleeps with the men or touches them but they reach a finite climax.... How does she now pass the disease when they spend a night but she comes out paid but yet untouched..... How right..... How possible was she impregnated yet never had an intimate relationship How and where did the male spermatozoa get in her..... A Virgin Slutty Mother/0/92860/coverorgin.jpg?v=eac5ee2d5af1354b9cc720a46c4a8390&imageMogr2/format/webp)
In love with my bodyguard
I never wanted a bodyguard. Especially not Knox Pierce. Cold, dangerous, and too sexy for his own good. He waltzes into my colourful life like a drab of black, controlling my every move. I hate how much I want him. I hate how much he makes me want him. But Knox isn't here to protect me. He is here with a secret, and when I find out the truth, I realize that I am the pawn in a game that has no end./0/81753/coverorgin.jpg?v=037c9f58fd87a98587276b1d20c18514&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Fiancée Who Forgot Me
The world tilted, and then went black for a second. I came to with Jess screaming my name after a cyclist hit me, and I pulled her to safety. At the hospital, with a mild concussion, I had a stupid idea: I' d pretend I had amnesia and ask Jess, "Who are you?" Her eyes widened, but then a strange, unreadable expression flickered across her face. With a voice suddenly too sweet, she leaned in and said, "Oh, Ethan, you don' t remember me? I' m Jessica, and Chloe is actually your fiancée. We were just out as friends." My mind went blank, not from the concussion, but from genuine shock. Chloe? Her best friend Chloe? Jess was selling it hard, claiming I'd been "confused" even before the accident and that Chloe was my true love. This wasn' t funny anymore; a cold feeling started in my stomach. She insisted Chloe take me home, citing that familiarity would aid my "recovery." As I lay in Chloe' s unfamiliar bed, the scent of vanilla filling the air, I realized Jess wasn't just playing along; she was hijacking my prank for her own twisted agenda. Then, I overheard her on the phone: she called me "boring" and "clingy," bragging about using Chloe as a "break" so she could see her old flame, Mark. The raw ache in my chest had nothing to do with the concussion; it was the sting of deliberate, cruel dismissal. My fiancée was throwing me away, deliberately and publicly, to pursue someone else. Why was Chloe, this quiet, uncomfortable stranger, going along with Jess' s insane scheme? My anger hardened, but so did a new resolve: if Jess wanted a break, she' d get one, but it would be entirely on my terms. I would expose her lies, one "amnesiac" step at a time./0/84256/coverorgin.jpg?v=389f4cc36ff1207cee55095274e64862&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Homecoming Queen and the Home-Wrecker
Eleven years. I dedicated them all to Wesley Scott, sacrificing my architect dreams to support his political ambitions. After a decade of being his unassuming small-town Texas girl, he finally proposed, not out of love, I suspected, but for his political image. Then, an anonymous email arrived with a photo: Wesley and his childhood friend, Gabrielle, smiling, holding a deed to a luxury Austin condo, purchased jointly under their names. Beneath it, Gabrielle' s chilling message: "Coming home for good." Wesley dismissed it as "just a favor," his casual use of "Gabby" a slap in the face. But the next day, the building manager casually confirmed Gabrielle was the primary owner, and I, his fiancée, was merely "the friend," a temporary guest. That night, at Gabrielle's welcome dinner, Wesley sat beside her, radiating ownership, as everyone toasted them as "the perfect couple." Then, a friend goaded them into a kiss, and Wesley, playing to the crowd, gave Gabrielle a soft, lingering kiss, a gesture of intimacy he never showed me. All eyes turned to me, expecting tears, a scene, but I just smiled. "If Gabrielle wants him," I said, my voice clear and calm, "she can have him." He dragged me out, furious, but a later anonymous message, a screenshot of their secret Instagram post-"To our future!" and his reply, "Whatever you want, you get. Always"-extinguished any lingering hope. It was the same day he'd asked me to move in, calling it "our first real step." His betrayal culminated when a mob of HOA women, spurred by Gabrielle, publicly assaulted me at the condo, and Wesley stood by, calculating the optics of defending me. I collapsed, humiliated, only to later see his reply on the HOA Facebook chat, throwing me under the bus: "The owner on the deed is the one who matters." He had confirmed I was nothing, a squatter to his entire world. When he abandoned me in the hospital for Gabrielle's fake allergic reaction, I knew. It was over. Three days later, at our lavish engagement party, instead of our romantic slideshow, I played the video of their kiss, the condo deed, and his damning words on the jumbo screens. His political career ignited in a glorious fireball. "Why, Wesley?" I told him calmly when he screamed down the phone. "I was just making way for the real couple. After all, the owner on the deed is the one who matters." I hung up and blocked him, and everyone from that life. I was free to build my own./0/52030/coverorgin.jpg?v=1da52b828d4d4119f2a9a97fd033f68f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Tempted My Hot Bodyguard
Aura Gracesyella Park, a famous soloist, is forced to lose her virginity due to a one-night stand with a handsome stranger man named Axel Xavier. In a bid to avoid scandal, Aura daringly escapes before the man beside her wakes up, hoping to never encounter him again. However, fate has other plans. Aura never anticipated that Axel would turn out to be her new bodyguard, assigned to protect her. Eventually, Aura is compelled to share living quarters with Axel, at least until he is convinced that she is not carrying his child. How will Axel and Aura conceal their closeness to prevent public scrutiny? And what about Lionel, the man who has feelings for Aura?/0/35917/coverorgin.jpg?v=7a61c3944dd0ca210fd3ff15112ce68b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Belle Behind The Mask
A masquerade ball. One night. Behind the mask. Anything can happen. Diana Thorton decided to have one night to herself, away from being Alexander Stone's Assistant. The whole point of a masquerade-themed ball is to conceal one's identity but what happens when the face behind the phantom of the opera mask turns out to be her boss? She recognized him and that didn't stop her from sharing an intense night in a bid to rebound over a recent heartbreak. Turns out that one night isn't enough and wanting more is being greedy. Will she reveal her identity to the one man who made her feel like a woman and is now looking for her or throw caution in the wind as she prepares to resign even after falling pregnant? Only a forced marriage can cover up her shame as well as also salvage that which the media has ruined for her boss's reputation. With a two-year contract and an annulment after, will love find its way back to the couple just as it did on the night of the ball?/0/19804/coverorgin.jpg?v=d39e30079717be65cfd822e070175ab3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Saved Slave
Leila was doing a role-play drama on the stage. All the people there were mesmerized by her beauty and her acting but two dark eyes fixed on her was up to no good. Damien took out his phone. He dialled a number... "I want you to kidnap a girl. Her name is Leila. I will send you the address. Drop her there..." He said with an evil smirk playing on his lips. Leila didn't know that her little mistake would make her life more miserable. She messed up with the wrong man. Damien was now sitting peacefully gawking her like a hunter to his prey./0/80658/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106193809&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Bride's Dark Secret
Our wedding, live-streamed to millions, was meant to be my perfect future with the radiant Veronica. She was my salvation, helping me move past my "psycho ex," Clara Evans, who had supposedly clung to me pathologically. But then, from inside the grand piano, Clara's worn journal slipped to the floor. "What trash is that doing here?" I spat, kicking it away, reinforcing the narrative Veronica had perfected. The Event MC, David, picked it up, announcing the first entry: lyrics to Veronica's signature song, "Faded Embers," dated years before she claimed it. Veronica’s tinkling laugh felt suddenly hollow. I stepped in, defending her, pointing out a prep school melody only "we" would know, further solidifying Clara’s image as a delusional liar online. But David turned the page, reading Clara’s secret high school entries about me. "I think 'Faded Embers' is almost finished. It’s for him." Dated years before Veronica and I even met, before I "officially" knew Clara. My certainty wavered. This wasn’t the Clara Veronica had painted; this was a girl who admired me from afar, a pure unrequited love. The words continued, detailing Veronica's open cruelty: discarded gifts, her chilling taunt “You don’t belong here, street rat,” and the unimaginable horror of Clara’s 19th birthday. "He never believed me. He never asked," Clara had written. I swayed, remembering my cold judgmental rage, Veronica’s calculated comfort. A knot of sickening realization tightened in my gut. The lights flickered, a crystal glass cracked, an ominous sign. This wasn't a wedding anymore; it was a reckoning. And I, Ethan Cole, was just beginning to realize the monstrous truth about the woman I was marrying, and the horrific injustice I had enabled./0/22307/coverorgin.jpg?v=e6c93d7b81df6eccc113e82d002e95b9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
You and I
Tripartite love - A love triangle - Love between blood - Love between the poor and the rich - Wearous High School - From the name, you would already know that it's a school mostly attended by students from wealthy homes. If you are not rich or if you have no relationship /connection with someone who is prosperous but you still decide to attend that school, You would surely have no or few friends but so many haters. So the poor relates with the poor and the wealthy relates with their kinds - The wealthy./1/109286/coverorgin.jpg?v=6bf5de89312238cc2d4e51d47c3dfc55&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Step Daddy's Naughty Girl
I never thought I could find myself sucking the dìck of a man I should call father and made him moan out so loud. I found myself going back to have him finger and pound my clit, ripping moans off my throat as day passed by. I found myself moaning to him every single day, taking all his sexual command and fantasies, being daddy's naughty girl and wishing for nothing other than his 8 inches dick buried deep into my wet clit. I grew up invisible, the illegitimate daughter of a woman who valued status more than motherhood. While she chased elite society, I learned to survive on my own, retreating into art and quiet fantasies of being chosen by someone who would finally see my worth. Everything changes when my mother marries Calder Rhys, a billionaire widower seeking stability, not love. Thrust into a world of wealth and rigid expectations, I moved into the Rhys mansion and met Wells, Calder's polished and charismatic son. Drawn to him despite knowing he is unavailable, I mistake attention for affection, unaware that my longing is about to pull me into something far more dangerous. A single mistake blurs boundaries that should never be crossed. Caught between a mother who sees me as a liability, an elite society eager to destroy me, and a man whose influence could either protect or ruin me, I must decide who I want to become./0/50935/coverorgin.jpg?v=efc4a7552d500736964481024c5cd27b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Spoile Me With Your Love
He hurriedly looked for the Restroom because he felt it was too hot inside that party. But before he could enter the Restroom, someone pulled him and made him enter a staff room. In shock, he almost screamed but when he saw the man's bulk, he was just as shocked "H-Hades? What are you "Hi Darling, don't you miss me?" he asked while coldly looking at her "H-Hades, I have to go back." I'm slowly getting up in fear "Why baby? I thought you're glad to see me here!" he said and rested his hand on the wall while the different looks that he shot at him little by little "If you ask me now, I will tell you that I don't want to see you anymore!" he cares "Oh come on!" "Why? Is the man you replaced me with better in bed, sweetheart? So you don't want me anymore? Is that so?" he answered with a smile but you could see the burning anger in the young man's eyes "Stop it Hades I'm going home!" "Is he better than me?" he continued and grabbed her shoulder Fuck you Asshole! You turned your back on me! "Did he fuck you harder than I did?" anger can be heard in its voice "Oh!" He screamed at the weight of what he was saying "Oh yeah!" "That's how good you growled Namy, Was he also attracted by that so the man you're with now is also crazy about you!." the eyes it was staring at him were almost glaring "You're insane!" he asked the young man while looking up at him and was about to slap him but the young man immediately grabbed his hand and smiled "Yes! I'm a crazy Asshole Namy!." "And you will see even more how crazy I am Namy." he said while grinning I tried to take my hand that he was holding but Hades just tightened it even more. In an instant, he locked her in his own arms so that he couldn't let go at the same time his lips were on hers The young man's kiss pressed her, at first she was hurt by his kiss so she struggled even more but when he stopped and gave up on struggling with the man, she just gasped. He opened his mouth at the same time as his kiss gradually eased. His lips were warm and soft. They parted slightly, allowing my tongue to slip inside. That kiss became familiar to him from the man, that was a kiss five years ago and he always wished he could feel that again in the past year. How I miss this kiss! How I miss this man! On the other hand, she felt relieved again because she felt the kiss of the man she loved the most./0/72054/coverorgin.jpg?v=b1eff23ec2b943b0b84cde95f676af63&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Alpha Forsaken Mate
Ellie believed that she had everything: a devoted partner in Daniel, a residence, and a bright outlook on life. However, her world comes crashing down after she suffers a great betrayal. As the situation develops, Ellie becomes the stereotypical innocent victim of circumstance in a serious and unexpected turn of events. Eloquent as she may be, Daniel's poisonous words alter the course of her existence, and the courthouse becomes a cage for all her dreams and ambitions where, showering in silence, she is robbed of all her tomorrows. With Daniel in control of the powers that be and her best friend Emily abandoning her, Ellie is thrown into prison, which she perceives as a death sentence. Yet, on her way to the rehabilitation center, a different side of her that she had never known emerges. Daniel may have quite a few things, but he did not anticipate one, which is Ellie's spirit. While Elaine, all this while, has been a puppet conniving spirit for quite some time, the twist comes as she gets sick and tired of the isolation and decides to fight for her life and all that makes her, her. This compelling story of betrayal, strength, and endurance will keep you on the edge of your seat right to the last word. Does Ellie have it in her to rise from the extreme destruction that Daniel has caused to her? Or is that the end for Ellie as Daniel's sadistic tendencies take full charge and crush her completely?/0/18709/coverorgin.jpg?v=4a8822f365fca56238d2c5866d387a57&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Uncontrolled Desire: CEO's Secret Lover
Susan was unable to handle the cruel reality of witnessing her mother's death when she was only eight years old, and ended up blacking out and losing her memory. When she regained consciousness, Richie was the first person she saw, announcing himself as her fiance. Their engagement party was to be held on her eighteenth birthday, but was ruined by the arrival of Kirk! He had been missing for ten years. She didn't even recognize him; he was the one she had once promised to marry. She was his and he would not let anyone take her away from him./1/116795/coverorgin.jpg?v=c565f2b6492cd0b7d9faa8241ffcf28f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
