Romance Books for Women
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Daddy's filthy little pet
Rae just wanted to lose her virginity and forget the name of the boy who ruined her first time. So when her wild best friend dares her to visit Club Obsidian - a secret invite-only pleasure club where older men pick submissive girls for one unforgettable night - Rae agrees. She expected nerves. She expected heat. She didn't expect a hot and sexy tattooed stranger in his forties with a tongue piercing, three rings, and a voice that could melt bone. He didn't ask for her name. He just whispered, "Dance for me, kitten." And by morning, Rae was ruined - in the best way possible. But her world shatters when she walks into her mother's house... and finds him standing in the living room. Because the man who owned her body last night? Is her stepfather's brother. Her step-uncle. Now he's living in the pool house, teasing her at dinner, flexing shirtless by the pool, and whispering filthy things when no one's around. He says it was supposed to be one night. But the way he touches her? The way he stares at her like he's starving? He doesn't want to let go. And neither does she. Even if it means losing everything./0/21707/coverorgin.jpg?v=20241111101725&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Loving Her Savior
How could she refuse the graduation gift from her father's boss when her father's job depended on her actions? "You can come if you want." The response from Luke did not surprise Mia as she had seen the change in his attitude towards her. Luke's father handed Mia a plane ticket to travel to Paris to meet his son who was meant to be her future husband. Son of the employer and the daughter of the family driver and the family maid, Luke and Mia were inseparable growing up and were considered childhood sweethearts. First time on a plane, Mia was lucky to meet Naomi who was on her way to join her brother Eric as he celebrated his birthday at his holiday villa. "Gentleman the girl doesn't know you and her boyfriend is not in the country. She is my sister's friend and so she will come with us. Your friend can contact us when he is back." Eric stopped the men who were sent by Luke from taking Mia from the airport to their apartment. Was Eric just helping his sister's new friend or he had other plans?/0/66448/coverorgin.jpg?v=8f7554337ce5436aa5701e05d33cb3df&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Driving You Insane: How To Become Famous
After being molested by her boss, Denova decides it is time to pay him back in his own coin. But, not complying with the sane advice of her best friend, she decides to take matters into her own hands. With a poorly thought out plan, she heads down to the parking lot where his brand-new Rolls Royce was supposedly parked and inscribes abusive words on the car, she finds there that matches the description, just to be caught by the driver of the real owner of the car. Rhys, the owner, demands that Denova be sued and he asks his driver to call his lawyer. While doing so, his driver is run-over by a black truck, leaving him severely injured. Mad about what happened to his driver, Rhys ends up yelling at Denova, blaming her for what happened and demands that she replaces him till he can drive again. He threatens to sue her if she didn't comply, so Denova agrees to be his driver. With the two of them constantly butting heads, Rhys thinks he has his plate full until the sudden appearance of his ex-fiancé causes him to take drastic measures. Pretending to be Denova's boyfriend, he has to face backlash from both his father who is hell bent on getting him back together with his ex, and step brother, who happens to be Denova's ex. And with the antifan who keeps sending him death threats, Rhys has a lot to handle. Will he be able to keep his ex at bay without falling for Denova or will he have another girl trouble? What happens when Rhys finds a clue to his attacks in his brother's coat? Will he be able to forgive the betrayal or will he discover a greater power at work?/0/87567/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106213228&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Betrayed Wife, Unstoppable Rise
My adopted daughter, Lily, was my whole world. We were playing hide-and-seek in our penthouse when I heard a shriek, cut short, followed by a sickening thud. I raced to the balcony, only to find my husband' s stepsister, Haylee Walls, standing there, and the railing empty. On the pavement five floors below, Lily lay still in a pink dress, surrounded by a rapidly spreading pool of red. My husband, Brighton Castro, rushed out, pulling me into an embrace that felt like a cage. Then, a sharp prick in my neck, and darkness. When I woke, my eyes were sewn shut. I was in a cold, damp, derelict building. Brighton' s mocking chuckle echoed, followed by Haylee' s soft voice. "She can't hurt you anymore," Brighton said. He accused me of insulting Haylee, of throwing her childhood blindness in her face. "So now," he continued, his voice devoid of warmth, "you can experience it for yourself. Feel what it's like to be blind." His friends laughed as I stumbled, blood trickling from my eyelids. I didn't understand. My daughter was dead, and my husband, the man who promised to protect us, had done this to me. Why? What kind of monster was he? But their mockery fueled something else. I stood straight, my hand finding the diamond earring I wore. I pressed it. "I need a new husband," I said, my voice steady and clear. "Send a helicopter for me in an hour."/0/83969/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106203402&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late, Mr. Morris: She's Mrs. Blakely Now
Five years ago, I stood alone in my simple white dress, abandoned at the altar by my high school sweetheart, Ryan Morris, for another woman. Heartbroken, I fled to Paris, found my passion, and built a new life as Jocelyn Blakely, wife to the powerful heir, Andrew. Now, three months pregnant, I returned to New Orleans, only to be met at the airport by none other than Ryan, who had become a petty valet. He and his new girlfriend, Sabrina, reveled in mocking me, physically shoving me to the ground, causing a sharp pain in my abdomen. The humiliation deepened at Andrew's grandfather's gala. Ryan and Sabrina publicly shamed me, shattered a precious sugar sculpture I crafted, and stole the locket Andrew gave me. Ryan even slapped me, sneering, believing I wanted him back, leaving me crumpled, violated, and utterly powerless. How could he, the man who once claimed to love me, stoop to such a depraved act? Why did he believe I was still that desperate girl, when everything about me screamed independence and strength? Just as I believed I might lose everything, the ballroom doors burst open, and Andrew Blakely strode in, his eyes blazing. He saw the wound on my cheek, the shattered gift, and his once-quiet fury was now a thunderous storm, ready to unleash retribution far beyond anything Ryan could ever imagine./0/70359/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260526234811&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Bound By The Billionaire Star's Lies
For five years, Alena lived as the secret girlfriend of Hollywood's golden boy, Kane Moody, locked away in a luxury penthouse. Everything shattered when Vanity Fair announced his engagement to a famous actress, quoting him saying it was his "first time finding real love." But instead of letting Alena go, Kane's security team trapped her inside the apartment. When she tried to fight back, she discovered the horrifying truth. The entire penthouse was wired with hidden cameras, recording her most private breakdowns to use as blackmail. His crisis team threatened her sick mother and forced Alena to sign away her life. He even used her trust fund to secretly buy his new fiancée a $2.4 million emerald necklace. The darkest betrayal came when she sneaked out to buy emergency contraceptives, only for Kane to call her untraceable burner phone. "You don't need that," he whispered. He revealed that months ago, under the guise of a vitamin shot, his private doctor had secretly implanted a three-year contraceptive device in her arm. Alena was paralyzed with dread, her body violated and her existence reduced to a node in his surveillance network. She couldn't understand why a man who publicly discarded her refused to let her leave his sight. Desperate, she used a secret work assignment to flee on a private helicopter to an isolated cabin in Aspen. But as the chopper flew away and the cabin door opened, Kane was standing by the fire, smiling as the winter storm rolled in./0/19517/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260518104911&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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He Proposed Again, I Introduced My Husband.
The flashbulbs were blinding, the “Rising Critic” statuette heavy and cold in my grasp. Outside the hotel, amidst the swarm of photographers, a familiar figure pushed through and knelt before me. Jake Brown, my ex-fiancé, held open a velvet box, a diamond winking under the harsh lights. “Emily,” he rasped, a sound I once knew intimately, “Marry me. Again.” His family materialized behind him, beaming, a well-rehearsed chorus expecting my tears and a trembling, “Yes, oh, yes!” But they’d forgotten—or perhaps never knew—the full story of how he’d publicly accused me of sabotaging his signature dish. How he’d whispered lies to the restaurant owner, implying I pilfered expensive ingredients. How I was fired on the spot, my name dragged through the mud, my culinary dreams torched. His mother, Carol, tried to paint him as a suffering hero, claiming he’d spent a fortune clearing my name from the food poisoning incident. Yet, I remembered the real origins: the cheap, peanut-contaminated oil, the plagiarism he later framed me for. I remembered being left with a shattered wrist in a dark alley, as he walked away, abandoning me to a mob that *he* had stirred against me. His grand gesture now felt like the ultimate insult, dripping with manufactured sympathy—and unbearable blame. Three years had been long enough to heal, to rebuild, to find a love that didn’t demand sacrifice, yet they had the audacity to stage this performance. How could they stand here, rewriting history, when *he* had ripped everything from me? My voice was even, devoid of the storm that once raged, as I held up my left hand. A simple, elegant gold band gleamed beside my engagement ring—Noah’s ring. “Jake and I ended things three years ago,” I stated, my eyes steady. “And for your information, I’m already married.” The collective gasp and intensifying flashbulbs signaled that *my* story, the real one, was just beginning./0/82874/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106201651&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Jilted Bride's Revenge
My New York apartment smelled of lilies and roses, and my perfect Hamptons wedding was just three days away. Mark Olsen was everything I'd ever wanted: charming, successful, and devoted. I was about to become Mrs. Mark Olsen, stepping into the solid, perfect future we' d planned. Then a text from an unknown number shattered my world: "Can't believe you're still going through with this sham wedding. Last weekend was proof you belong with ME. Call it off like you promised, or I will. - T." My breath hitched. The words swam before my eyes. Mark was supposedly at a finance conference that very weekend, but my investigative dive into "T" (Tiffany Hayes, his high school ex) revealed glossy photos of her at his hotel, captured during his supposed conference. To add insult to injury, Tiffany was already engaged to another man, Alex Walker. I wasn't just betrayed; I was Mark's desperate fallback plan. Every cherished moment, every promise over our year-long engagement, felt like a sickening, elaborate lie. Why propose, why plan this lavish wedding, if I was just a convenient consolation prize? The thought was humiliating, the destruction of everything I believed our relationship was. My excitement curdled into icy rage. I wouldn't just call off the wedding. I decided to expose them both. This wouldn't be a celebration of love; it would be their public downfall, and I had just the stage for it: our pre-wedding brunch./1/100395/coverorgin.jpg?v=20251210164949&imageMogr2/format/webp)
She Found Her Happiness after Dumping her Fiancée
Throughout their three-year engagement, the most frequent question Michael Powell asked Kylee Steward was, "Wanna do it?" Kylee would refuse him with a flushed face. But he would coax her with tender whispers in her ear while continuing to kiss her. "I cannot control myself. I'm just attracted to you physically." Her heart melted at his sweet words, and she found herself agreeing to his unreasonable requests again and again. They had sex in various positions, by the large windows, in the office, and even in the backseat of a closed car. As the wedding date approached, Kylee took the planning documents to discuss them with Michael, only to hear a woman's seductive moans from outside the private room. It was her voice! "Whoa, Kylee looks pretty serious usually, but she's so wild in bed. Michael, you are generous to let us listen to this. When can we watch it live? How about on your wedding night?" A voice echoed while laughing. She knew it too well. I'm not going to marry her."/0/33440/coverorgin.jpg?v=8a5d1e6f78656ea5d7aa5e475a3cc82f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
THE FAIRY AND THE TWIN SWORDS
On the night of her eighteenth birthday Alice suddenly got proposed to by the legendary prince of Aceland who is soon to be emperor. Although she is the most hated daughter of the family and of her kingdom people wonder why she got a better suitor than anyone would ever get and this causes problems for her and her step sister which nearly caused her her life. Luckily her prince charming, or not so charming prince comes to her aid and takes her away from all the hardships she's facing. But then another hardship awaits her in his kingdom, much more harder than all the hardships she's ever come across. Her finding out she was a fairy and had powers didn't go down well with her, she had to fight and help retrieve the two twin swords which were the soul of the glitz planets and help solve out the undying dispute between two brothers that has lasted for centuries. Will she succeed or fail? And even if she does will she still be able to be together with the man she loves? Why don't you dive into the book and find out yourself?/0/73175/coverorgin.jpg?v=f887a7362d4ed6a1b9f53076c7c5ce42&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Forgotten Vows
Melissa Wright spent three years as David Haynes' loyal secretary and secret wife; silent, unseen, and unwanted. When she discovers she's pregnant, she believes it's finally time to fight for her place in his life but the night she plans to tell him, she finds herself standing in the shadows watching David toast to a future with his first love; Helena Powell. With her heart in pieces and a child to protect, Melissa disappears without a trace, determined to build a life of her own. But fate has other plans. When she reemerges, thriving and unrecognizable, she's no longer the woman David once overlooked; she's a rising star in the fashion industry, powerful in her own right. Now, David is faced with a woman he barely knows, yet can't ignore. And when he finally learns the truth about the child she kept from him, he realizes too late that the woman he took for granted is the one he can't afford to lose. But Melissa has learned the hard way that love isn't enough. Can he prove he's truly changed, or will she slip through his fingers forever?/0/94294/coverorgin.jpg?v=20251104090558&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Second Cut
In my past life, I gave up my chance to become a top surgeon to support my husband Kyson Mason's career. I willingly stood in his shadow as his devoted wife. After he achieved fame and success, he draped his arm around a younger colleague and said to me, "You're no longer good enough for me." Divorced and left with nothing, my skills rusted, and I succumbed to depression, dying alone. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day Kyson first urged me to quit my job. He held my hand, his eyes brimming with affection. "Once I become department head, I'll make sure you live a good life." I smiled and gently pulled my hand away. "No need, Dr. Mason. Also, let's get divorced." My scalpel was itching to see the light of day again./1/115413/coverorgin.jpg?v=22532312abb581bb0af87ccc4a8b6038&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Requiem of Sin - A Mafia Romance
I walked into the wrong hotel room... To a naked man fresh out of the shower. Now, I'm pregnant with his baby. I should've left as soon as I saw him. He was too beautiful to be real. I got halfway to the door... And then he saw exactly what I was trying to hide. "Who hurt you?" he said when he glimpsed the bruises. "Let me fix it." I should've said no. But honestly? I deserve a little luck from the universe. And if it wants to provide that luck in the form of a gorgeous, six-foot angel of darkness... Well, I won't turn my nose up at that. But nothing in this life comes without strings attached. My angel gives me a night from heaven... When morning comes, though, he turns into a devil. And not just any devil. This devil knows where I'm from. Who I am. What I've done. And he's determined to make me pay for all of it./0/80684/coverorgin.jpg?v=b33e6c6c34c6e05412e2c703cd33b5ff&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Husband's Cruel Secret
Today marked our fifth wedding anniversary, sweet with the scent of blueberry pancakes, and I hummed, cradling the secret joy of our twelve-week pregnancy. I couldn't wait to surprise Mike tonight with the news we'd finally conceived after years of trying. But a sudden, chilling suspicion washed over me when I looked at the "stronger supplements" Mike had insisted I take, recommended by his high school ex, Jessica. These pills were unfamiliar, chalky, and came in a plain, unmarked bottle. A frantic search of Mike's sock drawer yielded a pharmacy printout: Misoprostol, a drug specifically used to terminate pregnancies. The dosage matched his instructions for the "supplements." My baby was gone, blood gushing, the world went dark. I woke in a sterile hospital room, our baby gone, my mother's face a mask of grief. Mike walked in, completely devoid of remorse, claiming Jessica "needed this" for *her* last chance to have *his* child, accusing me of being "insensitive" to her needs. Then, my father, crushed by the devastating loss, collapsed into a coma. While he lay fighting for his life, Mike publicly flaunted his relationship with Jessica online, creating a GoFundMe painting himself as their selfless hero, and me as the "unsupportive, bitter ex." The audacity escalated when his lawyer brazenly suggested I "channel my maternal instincts positively" by caring for Jessica's future baby. My anguish turned to a cold, hard resolve as I realized the depth of their malice. I wasn't just getting a divorce; I was going to make them pay for every lie, every manipulation, and every ounce of pain they had inflicted./0/24836/coverorgin.jpg?v=457dc51e45e1ad6c70cb4d1a761170be&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Acknowledged By A Mafia Leader
She stood nervously opposite his brown delinquent eyes. His sturdy was crouching above her, his hands were put on both sides of the rail, giving her no space to move as her eyes locked with his. The more he leaned closer, the more her heart heaved violently. She nibbled at her lower lip, no matter how hard she tried to avoid him, he's always coming back. “Why do you keep chasing after me?” She asked quietly, struggling to sustain her composure. She seems to lose her breath at just his sight. Just as expected, he didn't say a word as his cold eyes persists to linger on her face, “Do you like me?” She further raised a question, neglecting the indifference on his countenance. This time, he tuts as he picked a strand of hair at her ear, twiddling at his fingertips. “Don't you think like is a big word, Tinkerbell?” He whispered, leaning close, so she could feel him. However, his eyes were still dim and empty, devoid of emotion. She discreetly gulped, not knowing what could be running through his head. “It's natural Snow White, it just occurred to me that you're the first female I acknowledged as a lady” *** She's the good girl. She's no different from a boring introvert, a reserved lady who spoke little. She didn't attain a mutual relationship with her family. Over time, she fell in love with a man who wasn't out of her league. But this man broke her and left her shattered, which made her hate herself. Just when she was picking up her broken self, Zachary Gonzalez walked into her life with his mysteries./0/85690/coverorgin.jpg?v=873e11036eaa1a30c7d08ec2164afb01&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Digital Death To Shared Reign
The final memory of my past life was a cold, digital execution. I watched David Chen, my ex-fiancé, on a hundred-foot screen at his company' s IPO launch, alive and destroying me. "Sarah Miller hacked my systems," he' d declared, pulling his new girlfriend, Emily, close. "She tried to con my grieving family and ruin Emily' s reputation." The fallout was immediate: blacklisted, our family' s digital forensics firm raided, our life' s work wiped clean. He' d sneered, "If you can' t bring back my reputation, you' ll pay." I paid. We all did. Until now. The insistent ding-dong of my doorbell cut through the silence, bringing me back to October 12th. It was the day after David Chen was reported dead, the day his parents had come seeking my help. Last time, I' d opened that door, taken their money, accepted their false promises, and poured my soul into his shattered laptop, only for him to rise from the grave to crucify me. But this time, I knew where that path led. I pressed my face against the cool wood, my voice steady. "Go away." Mrs. Chen's muffled plea followed: "Sarah, please! It's about David. We need your help." I' d lied: "No one can truly recover data from a physically destroyed device." The silence on the other side thickened with their disbelief, just before the lock on my door clicked. He was here. Already. The door swung open, revealing David Chen, perfectly alive, his charismatic smile a cruel slash. "See, Mom, Dad? I told you she was hiding something," he said, his eyes locking onto mine, a chilling, possessive fire in them. "She knew I wasn't dead." Emily slipped in behind him, a picture of deceptive innocence. He picked up my brother' s locket, a symbol of my family, and with a flick of his wrist, tossed it out the window. "You're a monster," I whispered. "No," he said, "I'm a survivor. You've had your little rebirth, your second chance. Fine. Let's see what you do with it." He knew. He was acknowledging it, and my blood ran cold. He thought he had won, confining me to this digital graveyard. But he was wrong. He hadn't just confined me. He had given me a target./0/74583/coverorgin.jpg?v=2575793f22ed24631f1f7c05d31ffa7a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Will You Still Love Me The Same
Clara Hughs is an orphan who was working in a bar as a waitress where rich men come to pick up girls. She encountered a strange handsome man at the club one night, Ragnor Usiku, who rescued her from trouble with her employer. Everything changed, as Clara Hughs found herself drawn to this man. Will Clara love him the same when she discovers who he is? Will their love bring them peace or will it create obstacles for them? To know more read "Will You Still Love Me The Same"/0/18735/coverorgin.jpg?v=20250117153431&imageMogr2/format/webp)
