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Romance Books for Women

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I'M HIS AND HIS MINE

I'M HIS AND HIS MINE

It hurts to look at her. It hurts to look at her smile knowing I'm not the cause for it. I like the way her cheeks tug towards her eyes whenever she smiles or laughs. That's when I know she means it. It hurts to see her walk into the arms of another man. It hurts to see her lips meet his in a kiss. It hurts to know she isn't mine. I can't bring myself to call this love. Surely love isn't supposed to hurt like this? I know it's wrong to feel like this about her but I can't do anything about it...so I'm leaving. I need to run before I do something stupid that will hurt her...that will hurt my brother. Brad is one lucky son of a bitch. I hope he knows that. I can see her from where I am sitting right now. It's graduation day. The day is finally here. I am sitting on the stage of the auditorium which is flooded with people. Of course, her face stands out in the crowd. She's sitting next to Brad with my parents, watching the class Valedictorian give her speech. I know she's here because of Brad and some of her senior friends but for a moment, I allow myself to pretend that she's here for me. I can't pin point the exact moment I started to care so much for her. She was my friend before she became my brother's girlfriend. I liked her before Brad paid any attention to her. In a way, I know they're together because of me. I was their bridge. I should feel good about that, I suppose, but I don't. Thinking about it makes me sad. When did I become this depressed person? God knows I need the change of scenery. I can't wait for this to be over.
Claiming My Rival's Ex-Wife As Mine

Claiming My Rival's Ex-Wife As Mine

The freezing champagne hit Evelyn's face with a stinging slap. Her husband, Jace, stood before her with pure disgust, holding his empty glass. Beside him, his mistress Kaya clutched his arm, crying perfectly as Jace publicly accused Evelyn of pushing her. "Evelyn, stop making a scene. It's over." In her previous life, Evelyn had burst into tears and begged him not to leave her. But her pathetic love only bought her absolute destruction. Jace used the fake scandal to force a divorce, leaving her with nothing before leaking her family's pharmaceutical research to competitors. Her father died under the weight of the bankruptcy, and her mother was driven completely insane. Evelyn herself ended up locked in a sterile asylum, murdered by a smiling nurse with a cocktail of unknown drugs. In her final moments, a mysterious presence revealed that her family's ruin was a calculated biological attack. Until she died, she didn't realize the man she loved had planned to slaughter her family from the very beginning. Opening her eyes again, the scent of spoiled grapes flooded her senses. She was back at the gala, right at the beginning of the end. But this time, the desperate wife was dead. Evelyn calmly poured a glass of ice water over her own head, washing away the last of her old self. "A divorce? Of course. My lawyer will be in touch tomorrow."
His Wife's Secret, His Burning Rage

His Wife's Secret, His Burning Rage

For six months, I clung to the belief my wife, Sophia, was in Europe saving her family's struggling hospital-the one I' d poured my career into. Then she came home, stepping out of the car beaming, but not alone; her personal assistant, Mark, was with her, pulling her luggage. "I have something wonderful to tell you," she chirped, taking my hand, her eyes betraying a nervous flutter. "I'm pregnant," she announced, placing a protective hand on her stomach. My heart soared until her gaze shifted to Mark, and she added, "It's not yours." The world spun. My wife, pregnant with another man's child, stood before me in my home. "I'm three months along," she offered, clinically. Before the shock could fully register, she brazenly declared, "I need you. The baby has a congenital heart defect. A procedure only you perfected." She wanted me to save her lover's child. I was a surgeon, not a pawn. "No," I choked out, but her mask crumbled, revealing a ruthless stranger. "You will. Or I'll divorce you, tell the world you refused to save an innocent child, ruin your reputation, and destroy the hospital you built." Then, a chilling memory resurfaced: our miscarriage, years ago. Sophia had been oddly dismissive then, saying, "It was just a bunch of cells. Don't be so dramatic." Now, overhearing her on the phone with Mark, it clicked: "I'm not going to do something stupid like go jet-skiing just to show off for you again. We learned our lesson, didn't we?" Jet-skiing. She' d been eight weeks pregnant with our child then. She' d risked our baby' s life to impress him. My child hadn't been an accident; it had been a calculated choice. The love I felt for her vanished, replaced by a cold, hard resolve. I would do the surgery. But the moment that child was stable, I would burn our lives to the ground and walk away.