Romance Books for Women
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The Billionaire's Ten Million Dollar Wife
To save my father's failing workshop from ruthless loan sharks, I sold one year of my life. I signed a fake marriage contract with Cameron Fox, an icy billionaire who needed a wife to pacify his sick grandmother. The rules were strict: it was purely a commercial transaction, with absolutely no physical contact and no emotional attachments. Soon after, that cold hearted man seemed different to me. Wait, is he pursuing me?/0/80662/coverorgin.jpg?v=bcc9fdafbee23abb4555b19c42685ac8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Ninety-Nine Betrayals
The world went gray after the crash that took my parents, leaving their green tech company on the brink. Then my dazzling wife, Izzy, appeared like a savior, her old Texas oil money propping us up. She was my rock, my biggest cheerleader through ninety-eight failed prototypes, always assuring me the ninety-ninth, UrbanFlow, would be "the one." I loved and trusted her completely. Until I overheard her chilling confession. She wasn't my supporter; she was a saboteur. She'd orchestrated every single one of my "failures," systematically leaking my core algorithms and business plans to her old flame, Caleb. My IP was the foundation of his booming tech empire. Our marriage? A cold, calculated "strategic" move to keep me coding, dependent, and utterly blind. The woman I adored, my "Izzy," was a venomous lie. Every affectionate word, every comforting touch, twisted into a cruel mockery of love. My life was a meticulously constructed deception, my genius hijacked, my parents' legacy exploited. Nausea churned in my gut, quickly replaced by a simmering, icy rage. She believed I was a naive fool, that I had nothing without her. She was about to discover just how wrong she was. My heart ached with betrayal, but my mind sharpened with unwavering resolve. I would not just reclaim my work; I would unleash a reckoning so precise, so public, that they would pay for every single lie. This was no longer about a company—it was about justice./1/104284/coverorgin.jpg?v=b1c2f61288f85dcb720a7653472895f9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Husband By Error
Series One: On her wedding day, Isabella Hernando stared into the mirror and wondered- how could she possibly marry someone she barely remembered? Miguel Martez, the man she was arranged to wed, was only a childhood friend who had long since disappeared. But just before the ceremony was about to begin, Miguel vanished without a trace. To save the family's reputation, Maximilian Martez, his elder brother, was forced to take his place at the altar- without anyone knowing, not even the bride herself. But when Isabella finally stood before the man, she was shocked. That face, those eyes... that voice... Series Two: Adeline Martez is a quiet, introverted girl who grew up cherished and spoiled by her parents. Marriage was never something she worried about-until the day her parents announced her arranged match. Her groom-to-be? Jason Castello-the man she despised most. Her senior. Her tormentor. The shameless bully who had made her school days miserable. Adeline fought with everything she had to escape the engagement. But the harder she pushed him away, the tighter Jason held on. One stubborn cat. One relentless dog. When hatred sparks, tempers clash, and neither is willing to surrender- how does a battlefield turn into a marriage?/0/72058/coverorgin.jpg?v=49b404ea351773ee545103777e172d39&imageMogr2/format/webp)
SHATTERED DREAMS, DESTINED HEARTS
After losing her parents at the age of five, Sarah Wright's life spirals into tragedy when her uncle and aunt take over her inheritance and force her into servitude. At seventeen, she suffers a traumatic assault by Lucas Sterling-though she doesn't know his identity at the time-that leaves her pregnant and homeless. Ten years later, while working as a cleaner at Sterling Enterprises, Sarah comes face-to-face with her past when she discovers that her assaulter is none other than her billionaire CEO boss. As they navigate their complex history, Lucas must prove that he is no longer the man who forcefully took her pride. At the same time, Sarah struggles to protect her daughter and begin the healing process. Their journey from trauma to trust unfolds against a backdrop of corporate power plays, family secrets, and the fight for justice.../0/18713/coverorgin.jpg?v=eef6f5e23e4f8a4aa63f781dc40d3f73&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Pull At CEO's Heartstrings
She lived her life for the people around her. However, her devoted character was rewarded with nothing but betrayal by her best friend and the man she once loved, no less. Carla, with the world as her oyster and everything at her disposal, ended up becoming a part-time worker after her parents’ death. She lost everything in the blink of an eye with nobody to turn to. Luckily Garrett appeared in the right place at the right time. She saved his life, and he helped her start a new one. There was a catch...she had to marry him. With his help, she came back stronger than ever. She was going to wreak havoc on the people who once wronged her./0/58448/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260526110926&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Possessed And Retaliated
My body was taken over by another woman, she pursued a scumbag, willingly degraded herself, causing me to cut off ties with my parents, and even caused Felix to have a car accident and become a vegetable. After reclaiming control of my body, I designed a plan to expose the true nature of the scumbag. His identity as a movie star was not preserved, and he begged me desperately. I did not divorce him, but he wanted to hire someone to kill me. After careful calculation, the true identity of the scumbag was exposed, not only losing fame and fortune, but also being sentenced to life imprisonment. I also got rid of the woman who had always been in my mind and welcomed a new life./1/115704/coverorgin.jpg?v=118f32e050faeafc39af62ed90412602&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Betrayed Heiress: Marrying The Wall Street Devil
Ina Holman, heiress to a failing real estate empire, was forced to attend a high-stakes matchmaking meeting to secure a financial lifeline for her family. But the drink she was handed was secretly spiked. Desperate to avoid a public scandal that would ruin her father, she fled into a VIP elevator, only to fall directly into the arms of Buren Warner—the most ruthless billionaire predator on Wall Street. After a blurred, chaotic night, the nightmare truly began. A fabricated scandal of her hotel rendezvous hit the front pages. Her father slapped her across the face, using the disgrace as an excuse to freeze her accounts and kick her out onto the streets, legally severing her from the family trust before declaring bankruptcy. Even worse, her twin sister was killed in a sudden estate explosion. And the final, crushing blow? Ina discovered that her ex-boyfriend, Faron, the man supposed to save her family, was secretly gay. He and her best friend had orchestrated the drugging to destroy Ina's reputation, allowing Faron to break their alliance and keep his inheritance without suspicion. Stripped of her home, her family, and her dignity, Ina screamed in agony on the freezing streets. Her own father had murdered her sister for a fifty-million-dollar insurance payout and sacrificed Ina to hide his assets. The people she trusted most had conspired to ruin her life just for their own selfish greed. Driven into a corner with absolutely nothing left to lose, Ina stared at the cold, calculating billionaire who had tracked her down to an abandoned cliffside estate. "Marry me, and I will give you the power to destroy them all." To avenge her sister and crush the people who betrayed her, Ina signed her soul to the devil./0/83478/coverorgin.jpg?v=a409f1edb32a6233e8d6df1289984f7f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mistress, The Baby, And The CEO's Wife
I flew from Texas to Boston, a bouquet of yellow roses beside me, ready to surprise Chloe for our fifth anniversary. I imagined her delight, the simple life waiting for us back home. But when I used her spare key and found her in that sterile city apartment, the surprise was all mine. Chloe was heavily pregnant. The roses fell as she confessed: our five years of shared sadness over infertility was a lie. This baby wasn't ours; it was for her ex, Julian, who allegedly had a terminal illness. Then Julian himself walked in, casually possessive, and Chloe defended him, shooing me out of what I thought was our home. My heart didn't just break; it evaporated. A "noble sacrifice"? It felt like a sick joke, a cheap trick to excuse an unthinkable betrayal. Why was he really here, and why did her story about his illness sound so rehearsed? Something snapped. Instead of walking away, I opened my laptop. "Julian Croft Boston." What I found-that he was already married to a powerful heiress, Scarlett Ashworth-Croft-ignited a cold fury. I sent his wife an email. Now, I had a plan./0/90987/coverorgin.jpg?v=dae468ed4496ce0eff5262f99db3958a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
An Iced Decaf Coffee
My husband was a university professor. On my way to pick him up from work, I felt thirsty and asked him to order me a coffee. When I got it, it was an iced decaf coffee. I didn't take a sip and tossed it into the trash can in his office. "Jared, I want a divorce." He froze, his face full of confusion. "What?" His new doctoral student, Diana Riley, stepped in to smooth things over. "It's just a coffee. If you don't like it, don't drink it. No need to make a big deal, Mrs. Cooper." Jared frowned. "Kathy, if you don't like it, just buy another one. Why throw a fit?" I turned and walked away. "I'll bring you the divorce papers tomorrow."/0/21529/coverorgin.jpg?v=f35e420c51fc523ff8aa82c0c7b1a151&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Leonardo & Juliet
TRS #3 Leonardo Nielsen The future King of Denmark and he's so eager to take over the throne quickly. His hobby is reading about politics, economy and social related books. He's the definition of boring which is a completely opposite of Carter. Juliet Calland Princess of Sweden and she's currently living in Paris to live up her dreams of becoming a famous designer. She's bubbly, fun and so attractive. Everyone loves her except for one man who will become her future husband./0/84886/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106205438&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love After the Storm
My world collapsed with a single word: Glioblastoma. But before I could even process my own death sentence, I walked in on another: my estranged wife, Chloe, beaming on TV, pregnant with another man' s child. My five-year-old son, Liam, then threw my phone at the wall and declared my rival, Mark, his "Uncle," even proudly showing me a drawing where he' d taken Mark' s last name. I demanded a divorce, only for Chloe to sneer that we were never legally married, just a "convenience," before Liam physically shoved me out of the house I' d built. Standing on the porch, my medical diagnosis now felt secondary. Then, a spider, seemingly dropped by Liam, bit me, paralyzing me with venom. As I struggled to start my car, a black SUV roared to life, slammed into me, and I was left for dead in the mangled wreckage while Chloe and Mark watched, calling off emergency services and mocking my dying pleas. Why were they doing this? Why did my own son hate me so much? Rescued by an unexpected police officer and paramedic, I somehow survived. But this wasn' t just about survival anymore. This was about exposing the monstrous lies and betrayals that had stolen my life and tried to bury me./1/108508/coverorgin.jpg?v=e0c779dd67397c11e33dec91c0b68d6c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Second Chance At Love
The passenger window bloomed into a spiderweb of cracks, and one razor-sharp sliver drew a searing, hot line across Amelia Hayes’s cheek. "Help me," she choked into the phone, but her husband, Ethan Caldwell, snapped: "Amelia, for God's sake, I'm in a meeting." A percussive blow, then a wave of encroaching silence. She awoke not on the hard-packed asphalt beside her car, but in her opulent master bedroom, the calendar marking three months after her wedding. Three months into a marriage that had already begun its slow work of killing her. Ethan stood by the window, his voice softening, "Yes, Jessica, tonight sounds perfect." Jessica Thorne, his true love, the shadow over Amelia's first life. The customary ache that had long occupied the space beneath her ribs did not flare, but rather receded, leaving behind a preternatural stillness—a silence so profound she could count the heavy, deliberate beats of the pulse in her wrist. For seven miserable years, she had given Ethan a desperate, unyielding devotion. She had endured his glacial distance, his brazen affairs, his emotional abuse, all for a flicker of his attention. She had become a shell, a caricature, ridiculed by Ethan's circle and condescended to by his family. The profound injustice, the sheer blindness of his indifference, was a bitter pill. The familiar, constricting tightness that had long defined her chest had vanished. In its place was a peculiar and unnerving lightness, as if some vital, heavy organ had been neatly excised, leaving behind a cavity that no longer knew how to ache. She recalled the final indignity from that first life: a vulgar scene at a gala involving Eleanor’s ashes. Ethan’s palm had struck her shoulder with such force that she stumbled two full steps backward; before her skull met the unyielding wall, she registered the faint, sickening pop of a vertebra in her own neck, his accusations echoing: "You are a disgrace." He comforted Jessica while Amelia's head reeled from the impact. That was the final insult. There were no tears, nor any tremor of rage. Her fingertips, which had so often trembled, now rested upon her knees with the weight and stillness of poured lead. She delivered a small velvet box to his penthouse. Inside: the wedding ring and a divorce decree. "I require you," she stated, her voice a thing of newfound clarity, "to be removed from my life. Permanently." She was reborn to be free./0/60169/coverorgin.jpg?v=d41692a0c5d0310b73d579eb9b60dea6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Between Three Hearts
As the abandoned daughter, Taylor Reed is forced to marry a billionaire no one has ever seen. The night before her wedding, she got drunk, had a hot one-night stand with Mr. Stranger, and ran away the next day. A month later, she got pregnant and decided to raise the baby alone. But it isn't that simple. What will she do when her fiancé billionaire finds her, her hot CEO boss proposes, and the most popular playboy claims the baby is his?/0/81288/coverorgin.jpg?v=d53ec7f2c0aef7b6d178b8a32b19cfb3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Second Life, His Last
My sister Eleanor was set to marry Marcus Thorne, a powerful man whose family held immense sway. It was a pre-arranged union, heralded as the cornerstone of a grand alliance between the Harrisons and the Thornes. But my world shattered when I uncovered the horrifying truth: Marcus had orchestrated Eleanor's death, masking it as a "sudden illness." Before I could expose his monstrous secret, a killer's hands clasped my throat. The suffocating scent of expensive oud cologne filled my lungs as my vision faded. My first life ended right there, in my father's study-a place of power that became my tomb. Every attempt to reveal the truth, every desperate plea, was brutally silenced. The injustice was a burning fire within me. How could his heinous crimes go unpunished? The phantom ache of that chokehold, indelibly linked to the memory of that rich, woody scent, fueled an insatiable fury. I died knowing the monster would walk free. But then, I gasped, sitting bolt upright in my silk sheets, sunlight streaming into my room. It was Eleanor's engagement day once more. This wasn't a nightmare; it was a resurrection. This was my second chance. I knew what I had to do: I would marry Marcus Thorne myself, infiltrating his inner circle to save Eleanor and orchestrate his ultimate downfall. This wasn't just survival; it was war./0/91300/coverorgin.jpg?v=e14eda7d87339ca9e3235dcdffdfa51d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Don't Stop Daddy
Don't Stop, Daddy An addictive dark erotic romance of secrets, power, and forbidden desire. Sierra Blake was always the good girl. The obedient daughter. The quiet one who never crossed the line. But when she returns home from college, everything changes because her stepfather, Damien Steele, sees her differently now. And the worst part? She wants him to. Damien is powerful, dominant, and dangerously off limits. Married to her mother. Her protector. Her sin. He shouldn't look at her like that, speak to her like that, touch her like that. But when he does, Sierra can't bring herself to stop him. What begins as a game of stolen glances quickly spirals into nights of whispered commands, velvet ropes, and aching surrender. Every kiss is a betrayal. Every moan, a deeper fall. And the closer they get, the harder it becomes to hide. Because her mother sleeps down the hall. And secrets like these always find their way into the light. He's the man she should fear most. But all she can whisper is... don't stop./0/82696/coverorgin.jpg?v=6eef00391c2c7774feb61f40629c1e67&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The ATM Husband's Reckoning
The key turning in the lock was a sound I hadn't heard in two years, not since my wife Chloe left for her "research fellowship." Suddenly, she was in our kitchen, not alone, but holding two baby carriers. "Ethan," she said, her voice cool, "Meet our children." My jaw dropped, the half-made sandwich forgotten – children? We explicitly agreed to be child-free due to her crippling anxiety about pregnancy. Then she announced, with chilling casualness, "They're biologically mine and Liam's." Liam, her high school sweetheart, the one she told me was dying of a rare cancer, the reason she needed the "fellowship" to be near him – or so she claimed. A sickening dread coiled in my stomach as her demand to become a stay-at-home dad solidified the nightmare. Later, hidden men's designer underwear and used condoms in her suitcase screamed "no physical intimacy," while a tax bill proved our co-owned cabin was now solely Liam's. Eight years of sacrificing my dreams for her anxieties, now revealed as a meticulously planned deception, a cruel, bitter joke. The final blow came when I found Chloe laughing, openly intimate with a perfectly healthy Liam, mocking me, the "chump" and "ATM," at a local restaurant. My world shattered, filled with a cold fury I' d never known. "No, Chloe," I stated, the first time in years I' d defied her, as she demanded I rescue her family yet again. I handed her the divorce papers; the Berlin job offer, long-deferred, was calling my name, and this time, I would answer. She slapped me, screamed accusations, her mother joined in, but their venom had no power over my newfound resolve. I called Professor Albright, securing my escape: "Is that job offer in Berlin still a possibility?" "Soon," I promised, booking a one-way ticket, ready to leave the toxic wasteland behind forever./0/85199/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106205743&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Cheating Husband’s Painful Secret
The harsh, sterile light of the emergency room usually brought me a sense of purpose. But tonight, it felt like a spotlight on my humiliation. There, on a gurney, was my husband, Liam, clutching his groin, his face pale and contorted, his designer jeans cut away by paramedics. Next to him, a young woman in a crop top, mascara streaked, held his hand, whining about him collapsing. Then I saw it on his chart: Priapism. A prolonged, painful erection. A side effect of recreational drugs. On our tenth wedding anniversary. "I\'m his wife," I finally managed, the words tasting like acid. Her jaw dropped. "His wife? But he told me he was divorced! He said I was his girlfriend." The air left my lungs. My colleagues watched as Dr. Evelyn Reed, brilliant cardiac surgeon, couldn\'t even hold her own marriage together. Relief curdled into rage as Liam avoided my gaze. He looked weak, pathetic. "No, Dr. Chen," I said, my voice cold and clear. "I\'ll handle it. He\'s my patient now." I stripped off my wedding ring, dropping it onto the gurney next to his hand. "We\'re done, Liam. Consider this my anniversary gift to you." The memory of him whispering promises of forever, of honesty, of a partnership built on respect, now felt like a cruel lie. This wasn't just betrayal. He had faked a vasectomy years ago, after our miscarriage, telling me he only needed me, while planning this separate life. The depth of his deceit made me physically sick. A Code Blue saved me from that moment, calling me to save a life. But I promised myself, after I saved my patient, I would return and systematically destroy Liam\'s. I wouldn't look back./1/113827/coverorgin.jpg?v=85bb56f18f3fdce59bea162d02674863&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Rising From Exile: The Widow's Comeback
The heavy oak doors of the Crane estate splintered under the battering ram. Annetta was just putting her five-year-old daughter to sleep when the SWAT team stormed the nursery. They told her that her husband, Major Alek Crane, was killed in action overseas. But instead of a hero's funeral, he was branded a national traitor, and the feds were seizing every penny of their wealth. Lead investigator Issac Rocha dragged Alek's charred remains into the grand hall just to mock him. He stripped Annetta of her wedding band, confiscated her winter coat, and officially exiled her, her daughter, and her hostile mother-in-law to a freezing Appalachian death zone. In the federal holding cell, the extended family turned on Annetta, calling her a cheap commoner and leaving her to shiver on the concrete floor. They were dumped in an abandoned mining town with nothing but canvas jumpsuits to die in the snow. Annetta knew Alek was framed in a ruthless political hit. Issac Rocha wanted them to rot in the mud and freeze to death, completely forgotten by the world. "We are going to live, and we are going to burn Issac Rocha to the ground." But Issac made one fatal mistake. He didn't know the quiet, submissive daughter-in-law had spent the last three years secretly building a military-grade doomsday bunker right in the heart of that very mountain. Stepping past the freezing mud, Annetta initiated the biometric scan, and the massive steel blast doors slowly swung open./0/20747/coverorgin.jpg?v=f120dfe54210898ae870c1fca3bda3dd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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