Romance Books for Women
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The Billionaire's Adopted
Alana is sweet and cheerful. His mother is the single most important person in his life. He grew up with a simple life on a beautiful island. Until his mother died, someone suddenly showed up and wanted to adopt him and promised to send him to school in the city so he agreed to come here. He doesn't know what he will do and what kind of life he will face but with his mother's wishes for him to finish his education, he will make it happen. ~ ~ ~ Due to a scandal involving one of Roman's business partners, he and his businesses are affected. So it agreed to pay off all debts and fix other problems it had caused. But unfortunately, it didn't give a single penny. He was so surprised that he offered him a 'thing' in return. It's not something because it pays him but his own son. >>CHAPTER 1<< [ALANA] He ran back to his house. He had just bought medicine for his sick mother and he needed to get home immediately so she could take it. Although he is worried about his mother's condition, he is still thankful that even though their state is poor, someone helps them with their daily expenses. All his life, the beautiful island has surrounded him. He never once thought of leaving here because the place is so beautiful, especially the sea. No matter where he goes, he will never forget the beauty of this place. His mother is sick. He is weak and sometimes has asthma attacks. He has no job and is in bed all day. At the age of seventeen, he only finished school until grade six because he had to watch over his mother, also help her with her needs and household chores. Even if their situation is like this, there are good people who help them. Someone sends them food, household necessities as well as money every month. His mother said that the parcels for them came from their distant relatives. He also wants to help or find a job but his mom is against him doing that. Fortunately, he was allowed to help his mother's acquaintance and friend, Aling Martha. It has its own calendar. Sometimes, he was there to help and gave him money and food. She is kind and this is also the person she considered her friend and second mother. This is the life he grew up with, he is content. Quiet, simple, and he still lives in this beautiful place. "Mom, I'm here!" he took off his slippers and ran into the room where his mother was. "I brought your medicine, Mama." "Thank you. Please help me open, Alana." He immediately opened the medicines he bought. It was too much and he didn't know how his Mama could drink it. He gave her the medicines and a glass of water. He is worried about his Mom because it's not like it used to be that if she took medicine right away, she would feel better but now, she's always in bed and pale. "Thank you, son." "Mama, are you sure you're feeling good? You're still pale, aren't you?" "I'm fine. I've taken medicine and I'll feel better soon." "Shall we go to the hospital to see how you are doing?" It shook its head. "Don't. We'll have a hard time getting out of the city. By the way, are you going to Aling Martha later?" "Yes. I'm going there to help with the reception." Aling Martha was hired as a caterer for her son's wedding. "It's good that Aling Martha's business is growing and she will even be the caterer at her daughter's wedding." "Yes, yes. Mama, Aling Martha said she would make me a flower girl." He has good news here. It was happy. "Wow! I'm sure you were the best flower girl at the wedding." "Yes! I'm your heir, right!" He fixed his red hair. "Oh, time has passed so quickly. My daughter is now a young woman. It seems like only yesterday that I was always carrying you around to live." "Mom, why are you still saying that? It's better, you rest first and I'll cook our lunch." He helped her lie down on the bed and placed the medicine and water next to her. This is what his Mama always says when she says they need to go to the hospital. He doesn't know why he doesn't want to see a doctor. Totally, someone helps both of them for their needs, he is even more worried about this situation. Hopefully later, it will feel better. [ALANA] He finished the housework first. Then she said goodbye to her mother who was going to Aling Martha to help with the decorations for the reception. His daughter's wedding reception will be held at a small resort. He went inside and looked for Aling Martha. He went to the back of the house and it was there. "Which Mar, I'm here!" "It's good that you were early, Alana. Come and help me get the curtains." "Yes!" They went to a large venue and pulled back the curtains in the stock room. "Since it's been piled here for so long, it's turning yellow. Let's go back to the house to wash them right away." He followed her with the curtains. "My daughter is getting married. I thought I would never see my daughter walk down the altar wearing a wedding gown." He said this while washing. "Yes,/0/20451/coverorgin.jpg?v=e3cc6d1d9015b08368215a6f0b6c9c27&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Superstar's Ex-wife
I felt his breath tickling my ear, sending shivers down my spine "Pretend for a while. I will tell you everything later." And just like that, my little bubble burst, sending me crashing back to reality. **** Amanda Moore had left behind her past when she divorced Dominic Giovanni and settled in New York. But 5 years later, her past waltzes back in and makes her already frazzled life even more chaotic./0/81305/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106195152&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Man Who Didn't Remember Our Love
I was a pregnant widow, my heart shattered by the loss of Ethan, my husband, who vanished into a relentless blizzard months ago. Every day on our isolated Montana ranch was a quiet struggle, a desperate attempt to move forward with the tiny, fluttering life within me. Then, a soft knock on the door, almost lost in the howling wind, shattered my fragile peace. Standing there, weathered but undeniably real, was Ethan. My breath caught, my world stopped spinning. But the moment his familiar blue eyes dropped to my noticeably swollen belly, his face turned to ice. "We never shared a bed," he rasped, a chilling statement, not a question. "How can you be pregnant?" The words struck me like physical blows, each one a fresh betrayal. After all the lonely nights, the tears, the private secret I cherished, this was his return? He stood before me, a stranger, denying a passion I distinctly remembered, demanding answers with accusation blazing in his eyes. How could I explain the man who held me when he himself couldn't remember? The one who called himself Ace? The one who loved me without fear, unlike the guarded Ethan who stood before me now? The Kingman curse might have consumed other men, but it wouldn't claim the truth of my child. I lifted my chin, a spark of defiance igniting. He wanted answers? I' d give them to him, even if it meant shattering his carefully constructed reality and fighting for the whole man I loved./0/83808/coverorgin.jpg?v=4f0bada2a9c1b737e2a127a152a35b6f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Scandal in D.C.
After seven years in war zones, Dr. Ethan Vance returned home, hoping for a joyful reunion with his Senator wife, Katherine. He imagined surprising her at their Georgetown townhouse, eager to finally bridge the distance. But her texts were cold, telling him to check into a hotel. His heart sank when he found their once-shared home stripped bare, like a tomb. Then, the news flashed her image, smiling, with country music star Cody Nash, her "serious partner." On their seventh anniversary, seeing Cody's arm possessively around Katherine at a gala, Ethan's world fractured. Cody, arrogant and smug, publicly shamed him, calling him a "stalker" for trying to approach his own wife. In a blinding flash of cameras, Ethan held up his marriage certificate and declared, "I'm her husband." Backstage, the devastating truth shattered him: Katherine and Cody had been together for four years. Four years, while he risked his life, believing in their future. The cold fury he felt wasn't just heartbreak; it was the sickening realization he'd been completely erased. He watched her turn his absence into her excuse, blaming him for her betrayal. Disgusted, Ethan reached for his phone. He now had one goal: expose the carefully constructed lie and reclaim his dignity. Would he demand an apology, or would he unleash a divorce that threatened to burn down her political world?/0/19356/coverorgin.jpg?v=20210816161446&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Howling Voice of a Mute Beauty
The best way to live in a sinful and harsh world is to choose your battles wisely. That was what the 23-year old Tayla Del Mariano knows ever since she was forced to live in a house with owls. The girl thought that staying silent and not arguing with fools will make her life easier closer to her goal: To build a better life for his younger brother, Terren. Believing that she will reach her dreams, she worked so hard. But she got fed up of her family's treatments and met the silly Auton Smith who happened to be her new landlord, but she didn't know that those small talks and silly acts would make her fall. Everything are on its right places, until something happened which led the mute beauty's voice to howl. "I am here everytime you will stumble! This was the only reason that I've got! How can the both of you afford to pay me back like this?!" With her heavy breaths, smudged eyeliner and with tears pooling down her eyes, the woman who was once well-composed and silent howled. She threw everything that she held on to the man's face, and then turned her back...with a heavy and resentful heart. "I wish you lose all the precious things in your life...like what you did to me."/0/82713/coverorgin.jpg?v=6c1f2b7c577c333505e5682d91dd16ca&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Killed By Love, Reborn By Fate
My name is Luna Boudreaux. They call me the Oracle. For generations, my family, the Boudreaux, has served the powerful Devereaux dynasty. Our sacred duty: activate the Legacy Locket to choose the next Devereaux heir, who then marries me. Today was that day, the Locket ceremony, set to fulfill our destiny. But this wasn't my first time. In my previous life, I fell desperately in love with Beau Devereaux. He was handsome, charming, everything I thought I wanted. Blinded by adoration, I committed a terrible sin. I used forbidden Boudreaux magic, a profound spiritual sacrifice, to force the Locket to choose him. I gave him everything – my family' s power, our wealth, and my entire heart. The moment he ascended, he turned into a monster. He sneered, "What Oracle? Just your desperate trick to marry me." He annulled our marriage, annihilated my family' s reputation with twisted lies, blamed us for an "accident" he orchestrated involving his obsession, Chantelle Dubois. He stripped us bare. And then, he had me killed. To my dying breath, I couldn't comprehend how a love so fierce could transform into such cold-blooded cruelty, or why I' d been so profoundly, fatally wrong. But then darkness lifted. Now, I'm back. Same place, same moment, a terrifying second chance. Beau can have Chantelle. I won' t interfere. This time, the Locket will choose truly. Fate will decide. And maybe, just maybe, I' ll uncover why, in a future vision, Beau Devereaux was on his knees, begging me to marry him instead./0/45481/coverorgin.jpg?v=7b7abd95a0b0dfc8c8a55d575d32656d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Nick and Rachel
Nick crossed his arms and reclined casually in his chair, his eyes involuntarily wandering across Rachel's striking appearance. He couldn't deny it; she was breathtaking. And he had always been drawn to stunning women, and Rachel was no exception. Her long, lustrous blonde hair framed her incredible figure, and her captivating hazel eyes held his attention. Yet, what he found most enticing were her full, rosy lips. They practically beckoned him to kiss them. Nick couldn't help but groan softly as he closed his eyes, momentarily lost in the thought of their lips meeting. "Are you even listening to a word I'm saying?" Rachel's voice dripped with anger as she noticed Nick's inattention. Nick's gaze snapped back to her, his eyes locked onto hers. He admitted, "No, I was lost in a fantasy about kissing those lips of yours." Rachel was initially at a loss for words, unsure if Nick was joking or being serious. Her wide-eyed stare seemed to amuse him, and his lips curled into a sly smile...... At the age of 22, Rachel's world shattered when she discovered she was bound to the notorious Nicholas Hill in an arranged marriage, a cruel twist of fate that neither party desired. Forced into a union neither envisioned, one question lingered: will love manage to bloom?/0/85216/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106205807&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Scent of Betrayal, A New Path
My life with Isabella was a dream, a meticulously crafted illusion of love and partnership, sealed with a unique cologne she commissioned for me. Then, one Tuesday morning, that perfect scent, our scent, suddenly made her flinch. She claimed an allergy, dismissed it as "too strong," and I, a fool for her comfort, stopped wearing it. A week later, I found her clutching a worn hoodie in our laundry room, reeking of cheap deodorant and unfamiliar youth. Her casual dismissal, "It' s Ethan' s. He' s that new intern I' m mentoring," struck a chilling chord. The way she spoke of him, the hunger in her eyes I hadn' t seen in years, the word she used- "nurturing" -echoed a past life, a forgotten version of us. I tried to confront her, publicly, thinking our history meant something. I was brutally wrong. She offered to buy me out with pennies from our pre-nuptial agreement, then surgically sabotaged my Wall Street career, ruining me financially. When I had nothing left, she showed her true monstrosity: she kidnapped my kind, loving parents, tying them up in a dark warehouse. Her demand was simple: sign the divorce papers, sign away everything, and they would live. I signed. The next day, the warehouse exploded. "A gas leak," the police report said. I knew it wasn' t. I stood on the edge of my office building, ready to end it all, when I woke up. I was in my bed, sunlight streaming through the window, my phone buzzing. The date on the screen was the day I first heard the name Ethan Cole. This was no longer about love or reconciliation. This was about survival. This time, there would be no confrontation. This time, I would just disappear. But first, I had to save the only people who mattered. "Dad?" I said, my voice thick with emotion. "Listen to me very carefully. I need you and Mom to pack a bag. I' m booking you a flight. I want you to go on that world cruise you' ve always talked about. Tonight."/0/71606/coverorgin.jpg?v=439eea7ba9c6b1e4c36c7fea4a6dcf30&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Lights, Camera, Love
When rising actress Lena Carter lands her first major lead role, the last thing she expects is to be paired with Noah Sinclair, the insufferably arrogant A-list actor she's despised since their first disastrous meeting. Forced to work together on the set of a high-profile romance film, their off-screen clashes threaten to derail production. But as scripted passion bleeds into reality, their fiery tension turns into something neither of them saw coming./0/52990/coverorgin.jpg?v=20241107163721&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Taming the billionaire's heart
Jessie, an ambitious HR professional, is about to achieve her dreams in a top company. Things take a turn when she clashes with the CEO, Daimen Knight, known for being arrogant. To deal with a tricky situation, Jessie pulls a surprising move, leading to a disastrous kiss. Suddenly, she finds herself pretending to be the billionaire CEO's fiancée after just one party and one unexpected kiss./0/95228/coverorgin.jpg?v=20251230171612&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He Thought I Would Silently Endure
On our fifth anniversary, I found my husband's secret USB drive. The password wasn't our wedding date or my birthday. It was his first love's. Inside was a digital shrine to another woman, a meticulous archive of a life he'd lived before me. I searched for my name. Zero results. In five years of marriage, I was just a placeholder. Then he brought her back. He hired her at our firm and gave her my passion project, the one I'd poured my soul into for two years. At the company gala, he publicly announced her as the new lead. When she staged an accident and he instantly rushed to her side, snarling at me, I finally saw the truth. He didn't just neglect me; he expected me to silently endure his public devotion to another woman. He thought I would break. He was wrong. I picked up my untouched glass of champagne, walked right up to him in front of all his colleagues, and emptied it over his head./0/86624/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106212154&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Never Again: A Wife's Resolve
The first sign of trouble arrived as a notification on my phone. It was a screenshot from my friend, Joanna, of my husband' s new executive assistant, Chloe Miller. She was smiling brightly, her hand touching a diamond necklace sparkling against her skin. A necklace I recognized immediately. It was the star piece from an auction Liam had attended two nights ago, two million dollars. He' d mentioned it was a "stunning piece of craftsmanship." He just failed to mention who he was buying it for. A quiet anger, cold and sharp, settled in my chest. This wasn't about jealousy; it was about respect. Our marriage was an arrangement, a merger of his new money ambition and my old money influence. The foundational rule was simple: public respect. Liam had just broken it. I scrolled through the comments, gushing over her "amazing boss." Chloe was actively fanning the flames of speculation. It was a deliberate, public provocation. I put my phone down, stood up, and walked calmly to the intercom. "Please have Liam' s car brought to the front," I said. My husband had forgotten who I was. My family hadn't built their empire by being passive. He was about to be reminded./0/94133/coverorgin.jpg?v=15553ead236a3a4700054376b6b11ad3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Betrayal, My Mafia Revenge
The moment I saw my husband massaging his dead brother’s pregnant mistress’s feet, I knew my marriage was over. He moved her into our home under the guise of “family duty,” forcing me to watch as he prioritized her comfort over our vows. The final betrayal came when she stole and deliberately broke my mother’s priceless necklace. When I slapped her for the desecration, my husband struck me across the face to defend her. He had violated a sacred honor code by putting his hands on the daughter of another Don—an act of war. I looked him in the eye and swore on my mother’s grave that I would bring a bloody revenge upon his entire family. Then I made one phone call to my father, and the demolition of his empire began./0/56901/coverorgin.jpg?v=20240522170937&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Back With A Baby: A Wife's Revenge
Valerie Alan was a nobody when she married the enigmatic billionaire, only to be discarded like yesterday's news. Years later, she returns with a secret weapon – a child he never knew existed. A ruthless bargain forces them into a contract marriage, but this time, the stakes are higher. Can Valerie navigate the treacherous world of wealth and deception, or will she fall victim to his games once more?/0/80523/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106193713&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Curse Of The Vanderbilt Name
I’m Willow Hayes, a girl from the Appalachians, chosen by the wealthy Vanderbilt family for my unique "life blessing." They wanted me to marry their dying son, Ethan, hoping I could save him and secure their lineage. I bore him twins—a boy and a girl. Ethan miraculously began to heal. But then, his supposed first love, Clara Beaumont, fed him vicious lies, claiming I'd ruined her life. Consumed by vengeance, Ethan brutally ripped my newborns from me right in the delivery room, before I even heard their first cries. He sneered my "blessing" was a curse, then abandoned me to bleed to death, faking a tragic childbirth accident. My entire Appalachian community was slandered, their homes and pride lost, all because of his baseless rage. How could the man I saved, the future father of my children, turn into such a monster based solely on a jealous woman's lies? How could a family that sought my gift allow such horrific cruelty to befall me and my people? The searing injustice of having my babies torn from me, combined with my agonizing death, burned a hole in my soul. But now, I’m back. Reborn. The Vanderbilts are knocking again, their matriarch’s sharp eyes desperate for my "blessing" to save Ethan. They think they can use me as a pawn a second time, but they have no idea what's coming. This time, I'm not here for their salvation; I'm here for a twisted justice only I can deliver, one that will make them wish I had never returned./0/61907/coverorgin.jpg?v=20250427084741&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Nerdy Guy Is My Hot Roommate
"Is having sex with you the only way you'll let me stay here?" "Yes." "That's mean of you." "Look for someplace else then." .......... Anna Stead, who became fatherless at a young age, worked hard for college money and got admitted into college two years after high school. She paid in full for tuition, but totally forgot all about accommodation! She couldn't forfeit college again for a whole year just because of accommodation so she confided in her best friend who suggested that she stayed with her calm, aloof brother. Upon meeting up with the said brother, what could she do when the only way she could stay there was if she agreed to have sex with him? Will she end up sleeping and falling in love with this pervert? And what will happen when her friend finds out about the messed up relationship between her brother and Anna? Find out in this interesting read!/1/106648/coverorgin.jpg?v=80eccfd84259f20bf1c3913dc7f3cb9c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Mated To My Dead Husband's Twin
I thought marrying into the Barrett dynasty would be my fairy tale, but my wedding day felt more like a business merger. My husband, Jarret, didn't even look at me as he checked his watch at the altar, treating our marriage like a political chore. Two months later, the world shattered when Jarret's diplomatic convoy was bombed. The news reported him dead, with his twin brother Jayden as the sole survivor. When "Jayden" returned to the estate limping on a cane, the house became a tomb. My mother-in-law and our cousin Cristine immediately moved to freeze my bank accounts and strip me of my rights, calling me a "greedy climber." I was a widow in a house of wolves, but the real nightmare started when I saw "Jayden" drop his cane and passionately kiss Jarret's mistress in the dark. I crept to the study and heard the bone-chilling truth: Jarret wasn't the one who died. He had murdered his own brother in the blast to steal his identity and become a "surviving hero." Even worse, he was already planning my "accidental" overdose once I signed over the family trust. My blood ran cold as I realized the gentle, calloused hands that touched me on my wedding night hadn't belonged to my husband at all. I had fallen in love with Jayden, the man Jarret had just vaporized for a promotion. I tried to escape, but they caught me and forced a sedative into my arm. When I woke up, the family doctor was standing over me with a predatory smile. "Congratulations, Elise. You're ten weeks pregnant." Jarret leaned over my bed, his eyes cold and victorious. They aren't going to kill me anymore. They've turned me into an incubator for an heir, trapped in a golden cage with the monster who murdered the father of my child./0/18574/coverorgin.jpg?v=194733ebc94a0b86eca7485c9fc2a4a4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Closer, The Better
It had been her grandfather’s last wish to see her wed to Arvin. However, on Belinda's wedding day, no sooner had they wedded than Arvin left his bride behind. The gossip spread like wildfire, and overnight, everyone took her as a joke. Since then, the fighting between them had no end. Until the fateful night when Belinda was drugged by her boss. She tried her best to go back home, but she ended up sleeping with Arvin. He instantly found himself both infatuated and addicted to her; while she found herself struggling to let him go./0/44699/coverorgin.jpg?v=20230821161058&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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