Romance Books for Women
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The Devious President is Obsessed with Me
She held up the handsome face of the man and said indignantly: Gu Mingxuan, you are so shameless! He stared at her with dissatisfaction: It looks like you haven't been satisfied yet, so again! Five years ago, a conspiracy made them meet intimately. Five years later, the two met but did not know each other. She became the mother of two adorable babies. He was the chief executive of the tk multinational group. He was not close to women until she accidentally pressed up him and snatched his first kiss ... He said: Your child sold you and you should stay here to help heal me. She gritted her teeth and cursed these two unscrupulous baddies, staring at him again: what's wrong with you? He smiled wickedly and pushed her down: would you know if you tried it? It is said that the test was successful. The woman really could cure his illness, sweeten and defuse the fire, and since then, the arrogant and dissatisfied president hugged her unconsciously and regarded her as a baby. A woman would fly to the sky If she was too indulgent. She even took her children on a yacht one day and nobody knew where they went .../0/83067/coverorgin.jpg?v=f62294090c998b68a9e484199653fbae&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The CEO Who Knew My Thoughts
My family's tech company, ChenTech, was bleeding out, and Dad, ever the optimist, clung to an email from Stryker Innovations: an invitation to their "Next Generation Leaders Program." I was supposed to be our savior, a burnt-out junior software developer thrown into the corporate lion's den. I hated it, but Dad's desperate hope was a heavy chain around my neck. The orientation was chillingly efficient. Damien Stryker, the CEO, radiated an unnerving stillness. He immediately dismissed anyone who' d used clichéd motivational posters. My blood ran cold, but my minimalist presentation was safe. Then, a sharp, sarcastic thought cut through my anxiety: What a certifiable lunatic. His gaze snapped up, piercing the room, locking onto me. He knew. Instead of being dismissed, I was "promoted." Mr. Alistair Finch, Stryker' s chief of staff, informed me I was to be Damien's personal project assistant. My days became a bizarre loop of meticulously crafting his Colombian coffee (192 degrees, counter-clockwise stir) and organizing impossibly misfiled archives. Every mental groan, every cynical observation I made, he' d subtly echo or correct with a smirk I could almost feel. It felt less like a job, more like a cruel psychological experiment. How could he know? The mind-reading was infuriating, humiliating. This man, who saw right through my carefully constructed facade, seemed to deliberately play with my thoughts, making me feel like a trapped rat. Was he just an eccentric genius, or something far more sinister? Was I truly losing my mind? But then I started to notice: the companies he acquired often improved, employees thrived. The corporate wolf wasn't quite what he seemed. When his own stepmother, Eleanor, tried to weaponize me for corporate espionage, her veiled threats echoing his mind games, I realized the real danger wasn' t Damien. It was time to stop being a victim in this psychological maze and start fighting back./0/86636/coverorgin.jpg?v=32b61c31188398b55d3b53a8cb97f187&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Erased Song, Her Reborn Voice
The roar of the crowd was a physical force, pressing in on me from all sides, a wave of sound that vibrated up into my bones. I moved my mouth, swayed my body, mimicked the gestures – but it wasn' t my voice pouring from the speakers. It was Scarlett' s, a perfect, studio-polished product of technology and longing. My fiancé, the celebrated producer Liam Stone, had turned me into his ex-pop star. This wasn' t a dazzling comeback, though. Not for me. It was a lie on a colossal scale, a holographic projection of Scarlett overlaid on my body, my voice digitally reshaped into hers. For six months, he' d been systematically erasing me, Ava Green, the indie musician known for raw lyrics and a voice that sometimes broke with emotion. "Keep going," his voice crackled through my in-ear monitor, icy and sharp. "Don't break character. The modulation is perfect." My own pain and defiance surged, a desperate desire to reclaim my sound. When I pushed past the modulation, letting a raw note escape, the hologram flickered violently, and Scarlett' s synthesized voice cracked into static. The crowd gasped. Liam' s face twisted into a snarl. "What the hell do you think you're doing, Ava? Stick to the plan." His anger, cold and calculated, filled me with a sudden, overwhelming nausea – a feeling I' d been ignoring for weeks. The realization hit me with the force of a physical blow: I was pregnant. Trapped, silenced, and carrying the child of the man actively erasing my identity, I knew one thing: I would not be erased./0/54840/coverorgin.jpg?v=2390e4a81dd56d3ba5c71e599c602e1a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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What i never expected
A beautiful yet highly sensitive young woman falls in love with Leonardo, an incredibly promiscuous and dominant college student. He's not only the son of a billionaire who oversees businesses in different countries but also someone who believed he would never fall in love, thinking he had all his emotions under control. However, a girl will sneak into his system and drive him crazy both physically and psychologically. Camila will hesitate to listen to her heart again, especially after having already been disappointed by Leonardo./1/115512/coverorgin.jpg?v=871b676d4a678a6fd839dc796d49f5db&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Secret Wife Is A Top Hacker
I was Z, the world's most lethal hacker. But after I died, I woke up gasping for air in a massive, freezing bathtub. Memories that didn't belong to me slammed into my brain. I was trapped in the body of Zero Vance, a notorious "trashy young master" of a wealthy family, who was actually a girl hiding in plain sight. The original owner of this body was a pathetic, lovesick stalker obsessed with an esports god named Maverick Thorne. She wore ridiculous rainbow hair and cheap makeup, sending him thousands of desperate, unread texts every single day. When he completely ignored her, she became the ultimate laughingstock. Bullies at her elite academy spray-painted "freak" on her locker, shoved her around, and her own family looked at her with exhausted disappointment. Unable to take the endless humiliation and his cold rejection, she swallowed a bottle of pills and slipped into the icy water. Looking at the ruined, tear-stained reflection in the mirror, physiological disgust washed over me. Why would anyone throw their life away for an arrogant, frozen block of ice? I grabbed the grooming scissors and sheared off the neon hair until only a sharp, silver-blonde crop remained. I deleted his contact, blocked his number, and put on a perfectly tailored black suit. When the school's head cheerleader pointed a finger at my nose, warning me to stay away from Maverick, I snapped it backward. "I have zero interest in Maverick Thorne." I am alive. And as the new Zero, I am going to take everything back./0/83716/coverorgin.jpg?v=ffab0a24b01fc20f41010a26968a671c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The President's Downfall: A Second Chance at Revenge
The cold gurney, the execution chamber ceiling, then a familiar, hateful face: Kevin, my ex-fiancé, the President. He was there to watch me die, bloodshot eyes, rumpled suit, looking deranged. Treason, they said. A lie so colossal it had already swallowed my father, my sister, my entire family. His whispered words were a final, chilling insult: "I found her, you know. Crystal. She was happy. You took her from me. You murdered the woman I loved." My vision blurred as the lethal cocktail burned, my tongue heavy with the truth I couldn't speak – that I' d saved Crystal, not hidden her for myself. His face, twisted with a grief entirely his own twisted invention, was the last thing I saw before blackness swallowed me. Then, a gasp tore from my lungs, and I was bolt upright in my own silk sheets, sunlight streaming into my Georgetown townhouse. My phone buzzed. Kevin. The date on the screen made my blood run cold: today was the day he was supposed to run off with Crystal Vance. My "first life" had begun its nosedive on this very day. This time, it would be different. This time, I knew the enemy. And this time, I would not be merciful./0/23693/coverorgin.jpg?v=0915ae7e1b77837711ecdcd8d73bad5c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Betrothed To The Alpha
Just after a three years coma, pearl was back to her family and was ready to celebrate her 23rd birthday party. Her birthday party was supposed to be a happy reunion but no, it was the end of her happy life. She is betrothed to the ruthless young king in her absence and he was back to take what rightfully belonged to him, on the day of their engagement ceremony pearl found out she was pregnant. How possible can she be pregnant when she has been in a coma for 3 years. Let's find out!! @pop precious/1/125570/coverorgin.jpg?v=00d26d833da0116d8351dfd16235cc19&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Villain's Diamond
"Separate bedrooms? Fine," Dante whispered, his face so close she could feel his breath. "But don't mistake my patience for weakness, Elena. You are signing yourself to a villain. And once you enter my castle, you wear my mark." At twenty, Elena Rossi is the black sheep of a failing mafia empire. She doesn't want high-society glamour or arranged marriages; she only wants her freedom, her laptop, and to stay out of her family's dirty business. She is a genius hacker with a razor-sharp tongue and zero respect for authority. But when her incompetent stepbrother loses a fifty-million-dollar shipment belonging to the underworld's most feared tyrant, Elena becomes the ultimate bargaining chip. At thirty-two, Dante Vitale is the cold, ruthless "Capo of Capos." He doesn't look for love-he looks for absolute submission. To settle an old blood debt and seize the remaining Rossi territories, he demands Elena as his contract bride for one single year. He expects a fragile, terrified girl he can easily break and lock away in his gilded cage to look pretty. He couldn't be more wrong. Trapped inside his heavily guarded estate, Elena refuses to bow. Armed with a brilliant, rebellious mind and elite hacking skills, she launches a silent, digital war to sabotage his empire from the inside out, turning his high-tech fortress into her personal playground. Dante responds with absolute authority, turning their forced marriage into a lethal, explosive game of psychological warfare. But the twelve-year age gap and mutual hatred only fuel a dangerous, suffocating physical chemistry. When a brutal internal coup threatens Dante's life, Elena's calculations fail her. She doesn't hesitate-she fights back and saves him, completely exposing her kickass talents to the man who rules her cage. Now, the game has changed. Dante no longer wants a pawn. He wants the brilliant, defiant wildfire ruling his heart. In a world where trust is a death sentence, can the ruthless villain handle the fire of the diamond he stole?/0/93774/coverorgin.jpg?v=75bd88960c4171eb7b203457086b9b2c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Forty-Nine Books, One Reckoning
My husband, Arthur, had a pattern. He would cheat, I would find out, and a rare book would appear on my shelf. Forty-nine betrayals, forty-nine expensive apologies. It was a transaction: my silence for a beautiful object. But the forty-ninth was the last straw. He skipped my dying father' s award ceremony-a promise he made while holding his hand-to buy a condo for his high school sweetheart, Juliet. The lie was so casual it broke me more than the affair. Then he took her to my mother' s memorial garden. He stood there while she tried to erect a monument for her dead cat next to my mother' s bench. When I confronted them, he had the nerve to ask me for compassion. "Let's show a little compassion," he said. Compassion for the woman desecrating my mother' s memory. Compassion for the woman he' d told about our miscarriage, a sacred grief he' d shared like a dirty secret. I realized then that this wasn't just about a broken heart. This was about dismantling the lie I helped him build. That night, while he slept, I installed a bug on his phone. I' m a political strategist. I' ve ruined careers with far less. The fiftieth book wouldn't be his apology. It would be my closing statement./0/68467/coverorgin.jpg?v=559ebce0a3bd9381365ebef8d8c08079&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Secret: A Nasty Web of Lies
"You think I'd stoop so low to fuck servants like you do?" He yelled- Oh, but he did! Hear me out, Thane Moneau, an enigmatic billionaire, gets tangled up with Lena Hayes, a charming, love-hungry young lady who asks for nothing but to be loved. She's sent to prison for a crime she knew nothing about by her husband, and that was where she'd met Thane; her prison bully. She was released ten months after to find her step sister, Mira, had taken over her marriage. With nowhere else to go after signing the divorce papers, she returned to her father's house only for the heartless man to sell her off as a maid. There again, her world and Thane's collided as her boss was Thane's irresponsible father. Not long after, Mr Moneau senior was killed and Thane was nowhere to be found. Soon, she discovered Thane is actually a ruthless billionaire, and numerous questions filled her mind. How had such a rich man ended up in the kind of dirty prison where she was? Why did he go undercover? And how on earth was he so rich but his father lived in an average house and fucked whores for a living? Also, what happens when Lena goes from being a wife to Adrian Devonshire, to a maid for an old man, then the personal maid to Thane who hates her guts? Will things get worse or will she thrive when unforeseen circumstances force her to get married to the ruthless, arrogant billionaire, Thane Moneau?/0/27262/coverorgin.jpg?v=9c7c1f4a63055c9eac4d90916993face&imageMogr2/format/webp)
DEEPEST DESIRE
"Do you fucking know how much this shoe cost? You bitch!" He shrilled as the whole place echoed with the sound of his voice and she raised her head to look at him. NORAH STARK is a twenty two years old girl caught in between chasing her dream and attending college, though she kept reminding herself that college was never her calling; but at the same time hope to escape from her cunning and selfish stepfather who was always at the verge of giving her out to men years older than she is just for money. Her dream was at the verge of turning into reality when she finally travel to attend the fashion audition she has hoped-for but is it going to turn out well? LIAM BENITO-grew up to be arrogant and rude, serve right from birth as a king and worshipped as a god. Her encounter with Liam at the airport turns out disastrous and only for her to find out that the same man who humiliated her was the owner of the fashion company she has dreamed of all her life. How is she going to cope with him in the same company? Will she be able to turn her back on her dream after coming this far? Can the two even get along? Especially when he only cause pain and misery to those who crosses his path./1/113241/coverorgin.jpg?v=ddc6f03dfb9ea7d6fb39cbaed8114ffd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Make Him Pay: My Ultimate Revenge
After growing up in an orphanage, Corrine thought marrying billionaire Cristofer Clarke would finally give her a loving family. But her husband didn't care about her; he was busy hosting a late-night pool party with a Hollywood actress while she went into agonizing premature labor. During her emergency C-section, Corrine nearly bled to death alone, and her newborn daughter was sent to the NICU fighting for her tiny life. But nobody told Cristofer the truth about her suffering. A corrupt nanny easily framed Corrine as an unstable mother who starved his unborn heirs. So he ruthlessly ordered his team to lock her in a psychiatric ward, while his aristocratic mother and sister stormed her ICU room, throwing a relinquishment contract onto her bleeding surgical wounds. "We're actually doing you a favor, sweetie. Because honestly? Who knows who the father of those premature freaks really is." After surviving hemorrhagic shock and watching her husband walk in to look at her with pure disgust, her last shred of hope completely shattered. Sitting up with fresh blood soaking her torn stitches, Corrine ripped the contract to shreds and stared dead into his eyes. "That's right. I'm just in it for the money. Get your checkbook ready, Cristofer. I'll see you in court."/0/85014/coverorgin.jpg?v=f79de569af4966fdbfd3f43dccf5c584&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Unloved Wife, Unstoppable Woman
The twisted metal was the last thing I remembered before darkness took over. When I woke, the hospital air hung heavy with antiseptic, and my body screamed with fresh injuries. My first thought was of Mark, my husband, the man I' d sacrificed my brilliant career for. My phone, cracked but miraculously working, trembled in my hand as I called his number, a number I knew better than my own. It rang. And rang. Then, voicemail. Panic clawed at my drug-induced calm. He always answered. An hour later. Voicemail. Again? Voicemail. My last hope was our son, Liam, glued to his phone. "Liam, honey, it' s Mom. I can' t reach your father. Can you please tell him I' m in the hospital? I was in a car accident." His voice was cold, impatient. "What?" Then, the sickening scoff. "A car accident? Is that your new strategy to get Dad' s attention? He' s busy, Mom. He' s with Chloe, closing a big deal. He doesn' t have time for your drama." Chloe. The name hit me harder than the car had. "Liam, I' m not lying. I' m at City General. I' m hurt." "Whatever," he drawled, bored. "Stop calling and bothering us. You' re just embarrassing yourself." The click echoed in the sterile room. A notification flashed on my cracked screen: You have been blocked by this number. The phone slipped from my numb fingers, clattering to the floor. The physical pain was nothing compared to the shattering agony in my heart. Betrayed by my husband, abandoned by my son. In that moment something inside me broke. But something else, hard and resolute, began to form./0/50298/coverorgin.jpg?v=08faaf0079fbcc82b25e247dc22ba3a7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn Girl's New Life
Gu Changge, a noble lady from a wealthy family, is a well-known business legend in Yuncheng, going into business at 15, taking over as President of Gu Group at 18 and becoming Chairman of the family business at 30. She is murdered by her husband Shao Tianze, just to give his mistress Gu Changle a healthy heart. But a premeditated car accident makes Gu Changge revive in a new guise and settle into an 18-year-old girl, Song Yunxuan. The new face, young body and experienced soul become her weapons of revenge. In her struggle with the four big families in Yuncheng, can Gu Changge shrink back? Will she open her broken heart again? Can she always head off dangers in power struggles? Let’s find out if Gu Changge can revenge herself and create glory again./0/22071/coverorgin.jpg?v=dff64358efbf1423fc5eafd1138f06f0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Wing Of change
After six years of working tirelessly with every other thing in her life taking the back seat, Aria suddenly decided it was time she kick off her working shoes and live the life she had pushed right under the rugs as she came up with a to-do list which were not so complicated of course but easily said than done right? Especially when life doesn't always give us what we want. Frank Okoji a perfect description of a ruthless and mean boss. Most feared by his employees and hated by those who can't attend half of what he has achieved in just a short period of being the CEO of one of the most talked about exporting company in Nigeria when compared to how poorly his counterpart had performed in the same span of years when placed on the same paddle stone . Could it be his no nonsense working attics or his success story that he owes solely to his gem of an assistant in which no one took notice of because of her non existence nature in the company. What happens when his most loyal and workaholic assistant of six years suddenly turns in her resignation without as much as a reasonable explanation other than living the life she thought she could be missing out on. Will he let her walk right out the door or do whatever it takes to keep her by his side but on the second thought;one would be forced to wonder if his quest to keep her at his side at all cost is all work related as he claims or they is much more than he is willing to let on/0/76254/coverorgin.jpg?v=e73aa000ca4cb084c30beb13563f8c85&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Separate hearts
The separate hearts tells the story of Adama, a heir prince who, after fling the palace of his father, King Demba, to live a simple life in a remote village, is forced to return to the world that he has abandoned. Accompanied by Awa, a young woman from the village who taught him to live far from the luxury and stiffness of the throne, Adama must now face his past and the expectations of the kingdom. While the king is seriously ill, Adama faces the intrigues of the court, the oppositions of the people and his own internal conflicts. Awa, although starvature at the palace and the world of royalty, becomes his pillar, but their relationship is tested by the conventions and traditions of the Kingdom. Between love, power and loyalty, Adama will have to choose if he wants to become the prince whom his father hoped or if he will choose to follow his heart, even if to risk losing everything. The novel explores the themes of identity, sacrifice, upset and power struggles, while highlighting the challenges faced by those seeking to escape their destiny./0/63925/coverorgin.jpg?v=e07f203525618a6f8d7e40b58e3f2b5b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Danielle's Love Story
Danielle is a beautiful young business owner that fell in love with the wrong guy. Nico is a tall muscular handsome mafia boss she can't resist but there is one problem he is responsible for her father's death. Now she has to flee the country to protect herself and her unborn child./0/83392/coverorgin.jpg?v=11998029f6424512a4f4a4cbc3b21d63&imageMogr2/format/webp)
When Love Dies, Justice Rises
For five years, I, Ethan Hayes, a tech billionaire, adored Chloe, showering her with every luxury, believing my love would finally win her over. Then, a frantic call put me in the Cedars-Sinai ER, facing consent forms for emergency surgery after Chloe's ex, Ryder, joyrode my gift G-Wagen while drunk, critically injuring two. My phone buzzed; Chloe, on her way to Aspen, brushed off my urgency, snapping, "I handled it. I sent the money. Just stay out of it." My blood ran cold when the doctor emerged from the OR with grim news: her parents, on their way to the anniversary dinner I arranged, were dead. Chloe only cared her Centurion Card was declined days later, furious I'd "ruined her trip." She strolled home, demanding to know who died, then dismissed the truth from my housekeeper as "my dramatic attempts for attention." In that sterile hospital hallway, my love for Chloe died; not faded, but extinguished, leaving a cold, clear emptiness, like I was replaced by a stranger. The reality hit me: she paid a fixer to cover up her own parents' murder, and Ryder's old letters, hidden in a shoebox, revealed a years-long scheme to bleed me dry, confirming I was just their "ATM." I knew then I wasn't just losing; I was fighting back, ready to use my wealth, not as a source of affection, but as a shield and a sword. It was never a competition for her love; it was a conspiracy, and the fraud would end now, starting with cutting off every financial tie and bringing the full weight of justice down on them both./0/19800/coverorgin.jpg?v=184e9f1488496a03fa4c20c2873d201e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
