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Romance Books for Women

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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.
Reborn Heiress: Claimed By The Ruthless Boss

Reborn Heiress: Claimed By The Ruthless Boss

Giana woke up drugged and burning with fever in a luxurious hotel suite. Standing before her was Cornel Stark, the most ruthless billionaire in New York. Memories of her past life stabbed into her brain. In that life, her adoptive family and her fiancé Gary had stolen her inheritance and left her to die a brutal, agonizing death. She also remembered how fighting Cornel only made him more violent. So this time, she didn't scream. She endured his brutal punishment, escaped the moment he let his guard down, and swallowed a Plan B pill on the freezing streets. Returning to her adoptive family's mansion, she faced the people who had destroyed her. Her fiancé and her stepsister put on masks of fake concern, secretly mocking her. Instead of throwing a useless tantrum like before, Giana deliberately threw herself down the steep wooden stairs. She smashed her head against the marble floor, using her own blood to shatter their plans and win back her mother's trust. She thought she had finally taken control. She was ready to crush the people who had betrayed her and live for herself. But she didn't understand why the billionaire she had just escaped was suddenly turning her life upside down. When she woke up in the hospital, her room wasn't filled with her family's fake tears, but an ocean of blood-red roses. The heavy door swung open, and Cornel Stark walked in, his gray eyes locking onto her with a dark, predatory hunger. "Remember this feeling, Giana. Every breath you take belongs to me now."
No Turning Back, Ethan

No Turning Back, Ethan

The scent of lemon cleaner usually filled our home, a fresh reminder of the life my husband Ethan and I built. But returning from my architecture conference, I was hit by Chloe' s cloying perfume, a scent that tasted like a premonition. I found my best friend Chloe on my sofa, eyes red, trembling as she confessed: "I slept with Ethan… on your wedding night. And Ava… I' m pregnant." Then came the weapon-a positive pregnancy test and a deepfake video, my face superimposed on hers, titled "homewrecker" by an online mob. My world shattered as Ethan walked in, rushing to Chloe, shielding her with promises of protection, his eyes cold when they met mine. He chose her, the baby that wasn' t mine, and watched as a rock shattered our window, screams of "homewrecker" filling the air. I ran, but they caught me, fists and feet raining down, Ethan' s voice shouting Chloe' s name, not mine, as I blacked out. Waking in a hospital, bruised and broken, I instinctively went home, only to find Ethan feeding Chloe grapes, treating her like royalty. He dismissed my injuries, stating coolly, "You' re a private person, you can recover. Chloe' s reputation was on the line; this would have destroyed her." The man I loved saw me as a calculable loss, my safety less valuable than an influencer' s social media career. The audacity of his request that I accept his pregnant mistress into our home for the "baby' s sake" made my blood run cold. He even used the unborn child as a weapon against me, threatening my guilt if anything happened to it. But the anger, the ultimate betrayal, ignited something in me, a cold, clear certainty. I zipped my suitcase shut, the sound a definitive end. "Get out of my way, Ethan," I demanded, no longer pleading, no longer afraid. He stood stunned, his manipulation failing. "I' m leaving this house. And I am never, ever coming back."
Shattered Vows: The Broken Wife's Comeback

Shattered Vows: The Broken Wife's Comeback

Helena was trapped in a contracted marriage with billionaire Gaston Vaughn. To his family, she was just a low-class tool meant to produce an heir. When a crazed attacker lunged at Gaston, Helena instinctively threw herself in front of the knife. But while she lay bleeding in the ICU, news broke that Gaston was at an OB-GYN clinic with a famous actress, who was reportedly pregnant with his child. To suppress the scandal, Gaston's grandmother threatened to destroy Helena's childhood orphanage unless she staged a romantic night at a luxury hotel. "You will be there, and you will be convincing." Delirious with a severe fever, Helena was left in a pitch-black suite, where a man finally came and slept with her. She thought her husband had finally shown her mercy. But the next morning, she woke up alone, finding a stranger's platinum cufflink on the nightstand. Then came a photo: Gaston was at the airport, tightly embracing his first love at the exact same time Helena was in that hotel bed. He hadn't just abandoned her. He had sent a proxy to defile her, fulfilling the family's breeding mandate so he could be free for his true love. The monstrous cruelty shattered her completely, causing her to cough up blood and collapse. Waking up in a secure hospital ward, the naive girl who had loved Gaston for fifteen years finally died. Her eyes turned to ice as she made a silent vow to disappear, survive, and tear the Vaughn dynasty to the ground.