Romance Books for Women
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The Second Life of The Wasted Wife
"You must die today!!!" That was the only sentence that rang in Mina's ears before she closed her eyes forever. Mina Namari's life changed drastically after her father died. Mina became ill and could not do anything. She was even sadder when she found out that her husband was having an affair with her half-sister. Mina also accidentally found out about her stepmother's evil plan to make her sick just to seize her wealth. Mina wanted to run and go for help. However, she died at the hands of her husband. She should have died and been buried properly. However, God had other plans. Mina was allowed to repeat her life before she got married and avenged her husband, stepmother, and half-sister. An incident leads Mina to meet Alby Allister, a millionaire who will help her get revenge. Alby is willing to help as long as Mina wants to do a contract marriage with him. What is Mina's next attitude will she accept Alby's terms or choose revenge in her way? Follow the rest of the story only here./0/81320/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106195220&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Married By Chance, Loved By Choice
My godmother Eleanor, ever the matchmaker, sat across from me with a stack of glossy portfolios, ready to choose my future wife. But a cold dread washed over me, sharper than any D.C. winter. I remembered it all: Veronica, "Ronnie" Sterling, my ex-wife, handing me divorce papers with a chilling smile. "I never loved you," she'd said, after ten years of marriage, revealing her secret second family in Napa. Then came the blinding headlights, the deliberate act that ended my life, leaving me betrayed and alone in a dark alley. That was my past, a lifetime of humiliation culminating in my death. And now, I was back. Back to this exact moment, facing the same conversation that had once damned me. This time, I wouldn't make the same mistake. My judgment had proven tragically poor, I admitted, forcing a bitter smile. Instead of carefully curated choices, I demanded a blind draw, a lottery with names in a hat. Three times I reached in, three times I pulled the same slip: "Captain Maya Ramirez." Despite Eleanor's protests about Maya's "unconventional" choice and "career-ending" injury, I knew this was fate. This was my second chance, a new beginning, a destiny I was determined to embrace./0/25472/coverorgin.jpg?v=20221216202131&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Higher Power
Parting his lips, Jordan placed the burning cigarette on his mouth and stood up from his seat before walking towards his shelves containing all his important documents related business, but soon there a light tug on his arm stopped his actions. It was her, he knew it cause no one other than her had the audacity to enter and exit his cabin without his permission. His wife, Hattiea. Or maybe the woman pretending to be his wife? Jordan's dark eyes landed on the culprit immediately with darkness but as soon as he found her behind him close to him... He got lost for a moment or so... The proximity rose slight tension between them. Raising her fingers up, Hattiea pulled the burning cigarette out from his mouth which was still resting on his lips. Her delicate fingers brushed his chin and lips softly. Following by the smoke, he released his minty breath in slight awe, her breath taking face was so close to his face. They both never came so close to one another actually. Even though it had been quite of time getting married with one another, they minded their boundaries well. As it was not any marriage of love for them but a marriage full of compromises. Hattiea's eyes soon travelled up from his lips back to his eyes, which were still staring at her ditching their shame. "It's dangerous for your health." Hattiea exclaimed hinting his smoking habit, while looking right into his eyes. Her hazel eyes were blank yet they held millions of emotions. "So are you!" Jordan's smoky breath caressed her face. The deepness of his voice solely made Hattiea's heart race million times faster. It was true... she was dangerous for him. Way too dangerous to handle./0/19371/coverorgin.jpg?v=20210330004936&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Coming Back Home
The night she comes back from her best friend's apartment after finding out her boyfriend is married, she meets a huge man sleeping on the snow in her backyard. 23-year old Charlie Jordan doesn't know what to do. After so many calls and studying, she finds out the man—Blurin Jameson— is an ex-militant whose address got mixed up on deployment day. It takes Charlie 419 Days to realize how her heart beats faster when ever they're near or when his eyes lights up... Or how she completes his amount of ribs./1/117457/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260526192927&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Escaping The Billionaire's Ten Million Dollar Debt
For seven years, Stella Lane was Julian Sterling's perfect assistant and obedient possession, bought for three million dollars to keep her dying brother alive. But her gilded cage shattered the night Julian wagered her in a poker game against a ruthless underworld boss. He had the winning hand, yet he deliberately threw the game. "Go. Fulfill your duties." Julian's voice was as cold as ice as he handed her over to the predator. When his security team eventually intervened, it wasn't a rescue—it was just Julian sanitizing his property before his upcoming wedding to a wealthy heiress. Desperate, Stella handed in her resignation, only to be trapped by a ten-million-dollar breach-of-contract penalty. To further break her, Julian forced her to serve his new fiancée at a family dinner like a lowly maid. His grandmother even tried to pawn her off to a crude, arrogant heir, promising her massive debt would be cleared if she entertained him. Stella had given Julian her youth, her body, and her absolute loyalty, mistaking her jailer for a savior. Why was she just a disposable toy to him? Why, after discarding her for a perfect bride, did he still insist on torturing her with impossible debts and endless humiliation? Waking up in a hospital bed with severe pneumonia after finally fighting back, Stella looked at her phone ringing with Julian's name. She calmly ripped the IV needle from her bleeding hand and powered the phone off. The contract was dead, and this time, she was choosing herself./0/21874/coverorgin.jpg?v=20220427153034&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Bodyguard CEO
The Bodyguard CEO is a heart- pounding and very interesting story.. It takes us through the journey of two different but loving individuals; Gem and Leon. Gem is a Model in the Modeling/Fashion Industry. After her mother death her father who she once had hope on betrayed her by marrying a new woman who is now her Step-Mother by name Maria. Maria also had a daughter named Jolene. Jolene is Gem’s Step-sister and rival in the Modelling industry. She always wants to be perfect, respected and more beautiful like Gem. Everything changes and unfolds when Gem met Leon. The most powerful handsome CEO of the world biggest security agency and first world class owner of Bodyguard Industry. Gem made Leon her personal Bodyguard without knowing the secrets behind her Bodyguard. Find out in the Story. When more secrets get unfold. Will Gem’s father and Step-Mother be forgiven after what he’s done to Gem and her deceased Mother? Will Jolene ever get what she wants? What happens when Leon finds Gem as a very amazing woman to be with. THE STORY HAS JUST BEGUN……!!!/0/38300/coverorgin.jpg?v=20240701185749&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Little Miss Devil
Her long hair, her uncouth dress, her domineering personality, her dirty words. She was Susan Cotton. She slapped a gay suitor into the hospital. She was hated the most by all teachers and students. Whenever she was mentioned, everyone would burst into laughter. However, no one knew that Susan Cotton, who had given all her youth and dignity to Henry Bull, was defeated at the hands of a good and innocent girl. She was reborn and decided to focus on the study. Love affairs? Screw you! Though she thought it over, master Bull didn’t give her a chance.../0/19684/coverorgin.jpg?v=20220518105247&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Our unlucky stars
When Nancy found out her long term boyfriend had been cheating on her with her stepsister, she decided to forget everything by getting drunk in a night bar Being the richest and cutest young ceo in the country,Elliot had been a force everyone wanted to reckon with..As the two meet, a mixed feeling of obsession romance and irresistible lust comes in/0/80538/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106193746&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Twenty-Four Hours to Live Again
Eleanor Vanderbilt, the scion of a powerful dynasty, found herself in a moment of gilded tradition, presented with a curated selection of aristocratic bachelors, poised to make a choice that would shape her future. Yet, as her fingers hovered over the portrait of Ethan Hayes, the man her heart once chose, a searing flash of blinding light propelled her into a terrifying past life, revealing the unimaginable truth: this charming fiancé had callously condemned her to a brutal death. She vividly remembered every agonizing detail: abandoned on a freezing Manhattan skyscraper rooftop, a blade against her neck, Ethan's dismissive laughter echoing as she desperately begged for help, enduring hourly cuts and slow bleed-out for twenty-four horrific hours until her life, and the innocent one newly growing within her, agonizingly slipped away. The profound injustice of his calculated betrayal, the soul-shattering cruelty concealed beneath his polished facade, fuelled an unyielding fury that demanded retribution and a desperate understanding of why her closest confidant became her executioner. Now, miraculously granted a second chance on the very day it all went wrong, Ellie, armed with searing memories and an iron will, defiantly rejects her predetermined tragic destiny and, instead, chooses Jackson "Jax" Knight – the family's disowned "black sheep" and the last person to offer her a flicker of hope – determined to rewrite her past and carve out a path of vengeance and true survival./0/43306/coverorgin.jpg?v=20230919091138&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Loving My Brother’s Best Friend
When he looked in through the window, he was astounded to see her topless and braless. She was standing with her back to him, eliciting wild desires in him. He took his handkerchief from his pocket and crept into her room. He blindfolded her with his hankie before dragging her towards the bed. Her heartbeat accelerated. She could feel that he was her man. She asked, "is it you, baby?" He pushed her onto the bed and gazed at her perfect slender body with profound desires in his eyes. He hovered her and tied her wrists with his tie to the headboard. *** She could never stop her heart from beating for him since the day she saw him despite knowing that he would never retaliate to her feelings as for him she was only his best friend's sister. She was so innocent and pure like holy water, and he was messed up and a monster whom anybody definitely wouldn't like to come across. She had never dated anyone in her entire life because, for her, the love of her life was everything. On the other hand, he never believed in all this. For him, "love" didn't exist; it was all about physical needs. His mere presence was enough to relieve her pain; he was like oxygen to her, while on the other hand, he didn't even acknowledge her presence. Her love was so pure and selfless that it could make anyone fall for it because it's not easy to love someone who is forbidden. But will he ever witness her love? Will he ever love her as purely as she loves him? Will her one-sided love ever be fulfilled? If you want to know, then follow the journey of a tempting biker and his secret admirer./0/45809/coverorgin.jpg?v=20230912201444&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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The Shadow In My Dreams
THE SHADOW IN MY DREAMS Remember Me BY Authoress Eve 💜 DO NOT COPY OR REPOST PROLOGUE You can't tell me what to do and what not to, I am old enough to make decisions for my self, I screamed violently at my aunt who was trying to talk to me. You can't keep letting yourself be affected by what happened, you need to do something too.... she was still talking when I cut her off. Do what? Fight? I questioned sounding irritated by her words. You just have.... yet again I didn't let her finish before cutting her off I am not fighting until I find out what exactly happened, I have my ways and no one will dare stop me, not even you. But she hates you, my aunt said and at that my boiling blood was almost spilled Get out!!! I yelled banging the table. What do you..... I said out, I don't want to see you here again except I call for you, now out, I said in a loud voice and she quickly took her back and left with a straight face. Damn, I cursed as I hit the stool beside me with my leg and it was sent flying across the room. Then I walked towards the bar picking up my favorite wine, monkey shoulder and started to drown it without a care not minding how it burnt my throat. You will have to forgive my arrogance, My name is Maverick Benson. I am an eighteen years old ruthless, arrogant and rude dude and I'm filthy rich too. Though I am still a student at Boston high, I am already a billionaire and no one messes with me even if I am the smallest among them. Enough of the talks, you will get to know me as you read. Vrick, i heard from behind, I didn't need anyone to tell me who calls me that. I turned to look at her and saw her running towards me with watery eyes. I clenched my fist in anger as I rushed to her. Who hurt you? Get the last bag in my room, we can't afford to miss our flight, Mom called from downstairs as I quickly picked up the slightly heavy bag dragging it downstairs while staggering with it. I gave the bag to dad who collected it from me while I went to sit at the back seat waiting for them to come in and get us out of here. My name is Vine Anderson, my parents and I are finally leaving San Francisco to Germany after many years of pleading to go back. I was told my childhood began there but unfortunately I remembered nothing about them. Not like I am bothered anyways. They both got in and dad zoomed off to the airport in a hurry as we have a flight to catch up with in less than two hours. Vine, mom called from the front seat she sat turning to look at me. I looked up from my phone giving her my audience immediately. I already registered you in boston high for your two final classes, you will be starting school tomorrow, she said and I nodded. The drive to the airport was quiet for me but obviously not for the love birds sitting in front as they chattered away. Sometimes trying to get me involved but I only nod or say just a word before turning back to my phone. I can't wait to finally be in Germany, I thought smiling happily For some reason I just feel like there is a part of me that's magnected to Germany and im sure going to find out about that. Germany, here I come!!! 😊/0/81946/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106195938&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Elena Stone: Beyond the Billionaire's Grasp
I was Clara Hayes, a struggling violin student from Queens, when Ethan Vanderbilt, an heir to a legendary empire, entered my life. He appeared as my savior, clearing the insurmountable medical debts for my terminally ill brother, Leo, and offering us a future of unprecedented comfort. I fell deeply in love, convinced I had found my rescuer, my true love, in what seemed like a perfect fairy tale. But our opulent life quickly devolved into a nightmare as Ethan's affection twisted into chilling obsession and absolute control. He began a public affair with Sera Monroe, parading her before me, demanding my silent compliance as he subjected me to agonizing psychological torment and brutal 'lessons' that left indelible scars on my body and soul. His cruelty escalated when he weaponized Leo' s fragile life, using my brother' s medical needs as his ultimate leverage. In a final, heinous act of vengeance, when I dared to question his new obsession, Ethan deliberately cut Leo' s life support. My sweet, brave brother, the very reason I entered that gilded cage, died alone because of the man who had promised us everything. The man I loved, my prince, had become a monster who murdered my only family. How could I have been so blind to the icy depths of his malice? How could a love so grand hide such a capacity for destruction? Grief-stricken but utterly resolute, I meticulously erased Clara Hayes from existence, laid my brother's ashes to rest, and rose from my own ruins as Elena Stone. My escape was not just a flight but a fiery rebirth, a desperate quest for true freedom, completely untethered from the toxic legacy of the Vanderbilts./1/113077/coverorgin.jpg?v=a169a296a3f7ad07402529c650d4d1e5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Ex-Wife Rising: The CEO's Regret
My Chanel suit was ruined, stained with road dirt and torn at the sleeve, while the hospital bodyguards stood like stone walls to keep me away from my husband’s room. Inside that room, Ashely Berger was being treated for "multiple fractures" after allegedly lunging into the path of my car—a car I know she threw herself into on purpose. The press swarmed me, flashing cameras in my face and hurling accusations of attempted murder, while my husband, Corbin, marched past me without a single glance, his eyes filled with nothing but cold, lethal disgust. He didn't ask if I was hurt; he didn't care about the truth. He only cared about the woman behind the door, whispering gentle promises to her while treating me like a piece of filth that had somehow contaminated his life. I stood there, hollowed out, as he demanded a divorce and threatened to strip me of everything, branding me a monster in front of the entire world to protect his precious reputation and his mistress. The injustice burned, but as he turned his back on me to comfort her, I realized the game had changed. I wasn't going to let him ruin me for a crime I didn't commit, and I certainly wouldn't let her steal my life without a fight. I walked into the room, locked the door, and looked at the woman playing the victim. She wanted to play the role of the tragic, broken angel? Fine. I was ready to show her exactly how a real Mcgowan fights back./0/80851/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106194335&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Love He Couldn't See
My lungs were failing, but my music was finally taking flight. I was a dying folk singer, determined to record my father's unfinished songs – a legacy. A grant from the prestigious Astor Family Arts Foundation felt like a miracle, a chance to complete my final masterpiece. Then, the “miracle” became a nightmare. The foundation was run by Ethan's family—my ex-fiancé's. And then *she* crashed into my world: Bella Thorne, America's sweetheart pop star, Ethan's new, very public girlfriend, announced she'd "collaborate." It wasn't collaboration; it was a hostile takeover. Bella and her producers butchered my raw sound, demanding synths and demanding co-writing credits on my father's decades-old lyrics. They wanted to make it "pop," to erase me. Bella's cruel jabs became relentless, each comment a tiny cut. My health, already fractured, spiraled with the stress—coughing fits, nosebleeds I desperately tried to hide. Ethan, the man I once loved, stood by, a silent, unreadable observer, always by *her* side. He watched my spirit being systematically dismantled. Then, in a moment of manufactured fury, Bella "accidentally" slammed my father's vintage guitar to the floor, splitting it in two. The guitar wasn't just wood; it was my soul, my last connection to him. Bella then posted a tearful video, portraying herself as heartbroken, casting *me* as the volatile drama queen. The internet, fueled by carefully leaked old photos of Ethan and me, branded me a gold-digging manipulator, faking my illness for attention. Even Ethan, seeing Bella's performance, was convinced. He texted, offering to "replace" my irreplaceable guitar, further proving he never truly understood. I was dying, fighting for my art, and the world thought I was faking. How could he be so blind? With trembling fingers, I deleted Ethan's contact. My legacy, my final gift, was being ripped apart, but I wouldn't let them silence the truth in my music. I had to protect it, even if it cost me everything./0/46122/coverorgin.jpg?v=20240325094721&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Untamed Desire
Liam Hudson, a rich CEO and former SEAL, is a grumpy, controlling Alpha male raising his daughter as a single dad. No more until Nora Bennett, a sharp-witted and opinionated assistant hired to bring order to Liam's chaotic life. Forced intimacy and their blazing or explosive chemistry result in a scorching, sensual one-night experience that leaves them startled when an unintended pregnancy changes everything. As they navigate their newfound passion and unexpected road to fatherhood, secrets from their past threaten to tear them apart./0/79756/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106193117&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Husband's Betrayal, A Wife's Reckoning
My Hamptons dream life with Ethan, my rising star finance husband, shattered when masked men invaded our home, leaving me pregnant and terrified. A month later, my husband’s “fragile” childhood friend, Izzy Vance, suddenly announced her own pregnancy, suspiciously close in timing. Then came Ethan’s devastating public lie: he claimed Izzy’s baby was his, letting the world believe my child was conceived during the home invasion. My “ordeal baby” became tabloid fodder, and my world imploded. The man I loved had thrown me to the wolves, prioritizing Izzy’s fabricated image above my real trauma. He dismissed my pain, my forced abortion, and even my head injury, leaving me bleeding on the street while he rushed to Izzy’s side after a staged accident. He forced me to donate blood even after my own procedure, and used my public humiliation at a gala to solidify his own hero narrative. Every interaction became a new cut, cementing my role as the villain in his carefully crafted play. How could Ethan be so unbelievably blind? So utterly complicit in my destruction? The man who promised to protect me had become my greatest betrayer, leaving me broken, grieving, and utterly alone. But his unwavering faith in Izzy's insidious lies, culminating in her fake accusation of me attacking a pregnant woman, didn't break me. It ignited a cold, steel resolve. They wanted a lavish baby shower? Oh, I’d bring a gift – a secret that would not only expose their entire charade but detonate their perfect world, ensuring a spectacular downfall for all involved. It was time for my quiet, lethal revenge./0/42524/coverorgin.jpg?v=20231120115933&imageMogr2/format/webp)
BECOMING MY EX'S SURROGATE
She was all alone, wallowing in divine grief and lamenting her losses. She had nothing to call her own, and all her wounds had refused to heal. She yearned for just one thing now—to disconnect from the cruel world. In the darkness, she closed her eyes, hoping to awaken in a place of tranquility—in heaven, surrounded by the beautiful souls she had lost. But to her bewilder, she found herself in bed the next morning with someone she would never have anticipated seeing again, especially in the darkest moment of her life—Liam Morgan Adams. Her ex. And he came with his own overflowing bucket of surprisal and sorrows that, for reasons best known to him, only Lynn could help him carry. "Bear me a child, Lynn. The price is yours to name.” He spoke, and everything in Lynn froze. A child! Her head spun some degrees, and when it settled, she squinted as the raw memories of her past pains surged in, fused with the memories of what they once had. And his constant, desperate plea left her between a rock and a hard place. Can she do this? Can this be her redemption? And Liam, why would a filthy, married billionaire ask for a child out of wedlock? And why Lynn, of all people?/0/81164/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106194951&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Gold Digger's True Story
My father' s Medal of Honor sat on my dresser, a stark reminder of sacrifice. With my mother dying and medical bills crushing us, I agreed to Eleanor Thornton's offer: marry her comatose son, Ethan, for my mother's life. Five years later, I'd raised Leo and Lily, managing the estate. Then Ethan awoke. His first words were a snarl: "She looks like a gold-digger." With his mother and ex-girlfriend Ashley, he launched a campaign of humiliation, twisting my every action. They staged a fake poisoning, making me appear malicious. My defenses fueled their accusations, confirming my supposed greed. Then came the ultimate threat: he'd gain sole custody, declaring me an unfit mother. "Ashley will be the mother to my children." That was the breaking point. I would not lose my children. I wrote to General Markwell, my father' s closest friend, invoking the honor he stood for. The sudden arrival of a JAG officer at our mansion signaled the Thornton family was about to face a power far beyond their influence./1/112295/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260513105211&imageMogr2/format/webp)
