Romance Books for Women
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The Ghost Heiress And Her Dying Husband
My father ordered me to marry a dying billionaire to save our family from bankruptcy. My stepmother and stepsister gloated, telling me it was a miracle for a dropout like me. They even joked that my sister Alice jumped off a cliff just to escape this exact arrangement. I didn't care about their threats or the money. I only agreed to the marriage to infiltrate the Davenport family and find the truth about Alice's death. I even pushed my sickly fiancé off a cliff and dragged him back to life to test him. I thought I was in total control, easily crushing my stepfamily's plot to drug and ruin me at the wedding. But as my new husband carried me away from the chaos, my blood ran cold. On his wrist was a thin, braided leather bracelet with a silver charm. It was the exact, one-of-a-kind bracelet Alice was wearing the day she disappeared. Was the man I just married actually my sister's murderer? I sneaked out on our wedding night to hack his private servers for answers, but froze in the hallway. A two-year-old boy with my husband's sharp gray eyes looked up at me, clutching a teddy bear. "Are you my new mommy?" My cold-blooded revenge plan had just hit a terrifying, living wall./1/102126/coverorgin.jpg?v=802bfd5d4100ef047f8e0344eaaf84bf&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Heir's Ruthless Obsession
Isabelle Duval spent her life at Saint Brigitte learning to be invisible. To her, her vibrant red hair wasn't a gift, it was a target she hid to survive the coal dust and the relentless, physical cruelty of Claire. Claire's bullying was a violent daily reminder that orphans like Isabelle weren't meant to have dreams. Isabelle's only voice lived in her violin, a way to scream without making a sound. When Director Rousseau offers her a scholarship to the elite St. Aurelia Academy, Isabelle sees a way out. She expects the charcoal uniforms and marble halls to be a shield against girls like Claire. But the relief is a trap. She hasn't escaped the pressure, she has simply traded physical bruises for social ones. At St. Aurelia, Isabelle is a "ghost" in a den of wolves who value bloodlines over talent. Her arrival sparks a silent war, drawing the gaze of Dmitri Volkov. Known to the school as the "Demon Prince," he looks at Isabelle with a bone-deep recognition that suggests he knows a secret about her family she hasn't even uncovered. He has no intention of letting her walk away. Torn, Isabelle is pulled toward Julien Rousseau, the Director's son. He is everything the orphanage wasn't: warm, protective and kind. He offers the safety she has craved since childhood but his "protection" masks a darker truth. His family is tied to the very conspiracy that left Isabelle on a doorstep fifteen years ago. Isabelle is caught in a dangerous triangle. One boy wants to keep her in the dark to save her; the other wants to drag her into the light to use her. In a world where whispers are weapons, Isabelle must realize she isn't a charity case. She is the living ghost of a crime the elite are desperate to forget. She is no longer playing for her life. She's playing to find out who actually is before the people who 'saved' her decide she's no longer worth the trouble./0/60921/coverorgin.jpg?v=00071ae407036cb3e8a08930de7219f6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Duality of lust
Lauren Green, lost her job and ended up in a terrible ring of human slavers in bid to sell her body for money to pay her father’s debt, is surprisingly thrown out of the house by her older sister and the same father she tried to help. worst her best friend who she trusted with her life betrayed her, lying about the nature of the job and selling her off to that auction. "How am I sure you are not the same as the others." She shuttered as her eyes looked at the man with caution, pleading within her that he should be different. “No. As long as you’re here, I will not touch you. You will return home safe and sound, no need to worry.” he said to her flashing her the most gentle smile she had ever seen. Lauren believed him of course, this is what she has been wanting to hear the whole night, a reassurance of her safety. Trapped in the den of lustful men who were all eager to buy her due to the fact that she is virgin, then in the end she ends up in the highest bidder hands, a wolf in sheep's clothing that makes her believe she was in safe hands only for her to wake up the next morning used and deflowered. Devastated, alone and confused; she flees and hides in a small village in Milano but her quiet life is cut short by her past finding her again in form of Jason Frost, the man from the auction, as she tries to run from him but things get really worse after she meets Duran who becomes an obsessive admirer Can the weak Lauren survive the den of the cold shackles of the toxic Jason Frost and the traps of the demon, Duran Scott? Two men who will stop at nothing to have her./1/125162/coverorgin.jpg?v=8579b5bbd12420e354cbf5ec6aa7537c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Claimed By My Ex's Rival Hockey Captain
When Bailey Carter walked in on her boyfriend tangled in bed with someone else, she swore she was done with love, and with hockey players. Now, she is back in Michigan, working nights just to pay her grandmother's hospital bills, trying to stitch her life back together one piece at a time. Then he walks in.Orion Hayes-the arrogant, infuriating captain of Michigan's hockey team, and her ex's biggest rival. He is cocky, ruthless and too damn gorgeous for his own good. When he saves her at a club being bullied, he offers her a deal she can't refuse-pretend to be his girlfriend to get his family off his back, and he'll make sure her grandmother gets the best care money can buy. But what starts as a fake relationship soon blurs into something dangerously real. Under the swagger and smirk, Orion isn't who she thought he was.And the more he pulls her into his world, the harder it gets to remember why she should stay away. Her heart's already been broken by one hockey player.Falling for another, especially her ex's rival, might just be the biggest mistake of her life./0/29774/coverorgin.jpg?v=e35b87e5282184394975632a1e7faba0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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999 Rejections: Her Final Escape
For five long years, I chased a man' s love, guided by a mysterious "System" that promised me his heart. I lived in a world not my own, sacrificing everything for Ethan Lester, enduring 999 rejections while he preached piety and purity. Then, I found him in his private prayer room, not praying, but whispering Maria's name to a hyper-realistic sex doll, an exact replica of his adopted sister. My entire marriage was a sham, a shield for his twisted obsession; all his coldness and devotion were just a lie. I didn't play a game; I tried to make a man love me, but discovered he was in love with his sister, and I was just a fool for listening. But when he then harvested my skin for a graft-without my consent-to protect Maria's perfect face after a near-fatal incident he caused, I knew I was truly done. He offered me his body as a 'reward' for my severed flesh, but the disgust was cleansing; it burned away every last shred of my affection. I finally understood; my worth wasn' t tied to his twisted devotion. So, I ripped out my IV, filed the divorce papers he' d unknowingly signed, and stood in his empty mansion: "System, take me home."/1/106344/coverorgin.jpg?v=2376373542221500a3b661be53fe3c80&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Doll: Her Secret Escape
I was just a placeholder, a warm body in silk sheets to keep the bed from getting cold while my billionaire "owner," Garrick Head, dreamt of another man’s wife. To the world, I was Ever Wells, the lucky girl he’d plucked from obscurity, but in reality, I was a doll on a 145-day contract, counting every second until I could disappear. Everything shattered when a burner phone buzzed in my hand with a message that turned my blood to ice: "I know your secret, Everly." My real name was the one thing I had buried to protect my four-year-old son, Leo, who was hidden in a cramped apartment in Queens. Just as the blackmailer closed in, Leo’s asthma flared into a life-threatening fever, and the medication he needed cost thousands I didn't have. When I tried to siphon money to save him, Garrick sensed my desperation and froze my credit cards, mocking my "poverty" and demanding I crawl back to his bed to earn his favor. The nightmare intensified at a high-society gala when Clarence Frazier, a dangerous ghost from my past, cornered me. He mouthed my real name in front of the cameras, his eyes promising to tear my fake life apart. Garrick’s possessiveness turned violent as he broke a man’s jaw for insulting me, yet in the same breath, he reminded me I was nothing but a "rented whore" he’d bought off a shelf. I had to smile while he kissed me and detach my mind while he touched me, all while siphoning pennies into a hidden account. He thought he could finalize my imprisonment with a twenty-million-dollar apartment on Central Park West, calling it a gift when it was really just a heavier lock on my golden cage. "I don't want to save the world," I whispered to the empty, marble penthouse after he fell asleep. "I just want to save my son." With a predator from my past watching my every move and a master who treated me like a pet, I realized I couldn't wait for my contract to end. I had to run tonight, or Leo and I would both die in this cage./0/23934/coverorgin.jpg?v=8129e08c5be673a953fc32d0071ef17d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Arranged Marriage
Meet Annabelle orlando she is from a poor family,one day she got into trouble with Daniel,and Daniel told her before she can be free from him he must get married to him. Daniel Carter is from a wealthy family,he is the most popular in town,and his parents told him he must get married before his next birthday,so he met Annabelle and told her to marry him. Will Annabelle agree to marry a stranger?? Find out in this mind blowing story. And don't forget to grab your popcorn/0/62219/coverorgin.jpg?v=c1a2163562c93255a84334980c165f2a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love allergy; Impossible love
To my love Bella. How have you been? I hope you are fine and will remain fine after reading my letter. I am happy to fall in love with you and thank you for loving me back. Unfortunately we can't build a relationship even if you can accept me with my virus i can't accept it. So I want you to move on and be happy with someone who can love you the right way. Please forgive me to say this, but I'm sure that as you read this am already in New York City. Forgive me and always remember that i love you and will always do . I will wait for you Bella and will come back when I'm free from this virus. Thank you for coming into my life. SIGNED MIKE . I couldn't believe my eyes after reading the letter, i took my phone and called his number but it sent me to voicemail so i called Nick who picked almost immediately. "Hello Bella". "Where is Mike"? "Ermm...". "Just tell me if it's true that he went to New York"? " Forgive me Bella but as we speak, he is in New York, he is staying there for his college degree". I felt tears flow freely from my face as i end the call. I ran out of the house without a destination, i ran as far as my legs could carry me in tears. "Mike please don't go". I cried./0/81686/coverorgin.jpg?v=df357a9111e57e050d4bfaaa606d61c4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Inmate 734 to Mastermind
I was a successful project manager, pouring my life into community revitalization, building a future with my wife, Chloe. I even gave up a promotion, a move to a bigger city, for her. Then, the project funds vanished. Suddenly, I was not the esteemed manager, but 'inmate 734', framed by Chloe and her lover, Liam. Fabricated emails, false testimony, and her convincing tears-the jury believed every word. My job, my reputation, gone. Imprisonment was just the start. After my release, Chloe paraded her fake concern, draining my dwindling inheritance for Liam's shady ventures. She even orchestrated a public "vow renewal," only to abandon me at the altar, rushing off to Liam's side for a fake emergency. The humiliation burned through me, hot and sharp. How could I have been so utterly blind, so trusting? The betrayal didn't just sting; it poisoned everything. They thought I was defeated, a docile pawn. They mocked my analytical mind, thinking I was too broken by jail to fight back. But they were wrong. My quiet acceptance became a cold resolve. Once dedicated to timelines, my meticulous nature now focused on one singular project: their meticulously planned downfall. I would make them sign away their own future, piece by agonizing piece./0/18743/coverorgin.jpg?v=13276433aace543ff49b35f1522bfd44&imageMogr2/format/webp)
CEO's Sweet Wife: You're One In A Million
Annie, the famous pop star and the dream girl of many, got betrayed by her fiance and her assistant. The people she trusted the most had let her down. Her love, her career, and everything she had were gone overnight. Out of frustration and despair, she accidentally ran in front of his car. He was the man who had longed for Annie for the past ten years, but she didn't recognize him. He would stop at nothing this time to win her love and help her carry out her revenge. Together, they found love and also managed to make her enemy's life a living hell./0/85904/coverorgin.jpg?v=1ccdc7837c45477b794a0ef10294359c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Betrayal's Scars, A New Beginning
Today was my ninth wedding anniversary, and I lay in a hospital bed, recovering from a hysterectomy. My husband, Mark, sent a diamond necklace, but instead of him, a young woman' s voice answered his phone. "This is Emily. Please, don' t do this to Mark." Her tearful plea implied she had picked out my anniversary gift with him. He then agreed to a divorce-eagerly, relieved-hanging up before I could speak. He never showed up at the courthouse. He promised to meet me. He broke that promise. Two months later, he stumbled home, drunk, offering me a luxury watch as if it could erase his betrayal. "A divorce? We' re not getting a divorce," he slurred. I saw him days later, laughing intimately with Emily at a café, while I was dealing with more than just a broken marriage. "I have uterine cancer." The words were out, shattering the fragile peace. "You have cancer and you' re telling me now? How could you keep that from me?" he shouted, not out of concern, but anger at how it looked. He raged about losing control, about how this affected him, not once asking about my pain. I had been alone in a hospital bed, recovering from surgery, while he was at a gala with Emily, the "close companion," the night of my surgery. He thought I was making a scene, when he was the one who had brought Emily to his parents' home, to Lily' s birthday party. His mother praised Emily, who' d planned my daughter' s party. They all stood there, a united front: Mark, his parents, and his mistress, making me the villain. His cruelty was breathtaking. "She' s just bitter," he announced to the silent room. "She' s bitter because she' s not a complete woman anymore. She had to have a hysterectomy. She has cancer. She can' t have any more children. She' s broken." He had taken my deepest vulnerability, my illness, and used it as a weapon to humiliate me publicly. Something inside me snapped. I slapped him, hard, the sound echoing through the stunned silence. Emily shrieked and lunged, but I sidestepped, and she crashed into a table. "It' s all yours," I said, my voice ringing with finality. "You can have him. You can have this whole rotten family. We' re done." I walked out, hand in hand with my daughter, leaving the wreckage behind./0/38210/coverorgin.jpg?v=d9369784098c7c71847b99b4957783a2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Put your Trust in me
"Name?" He spoke with confidence Haya confusingly looked at him. Why should she say her name? It's 2 am, a strange man who has been following them for the past 6 hours. "Why?" Haya quickly replied. He wasn't police, no undercover... she looked at his car and then back at him. "I am Huo" he replied. Haya looked at the Handsom man. He was indeed really good looking. Any girl would want to look at him over and over again. He had this aura in his eye, Haya couldn't guess what, but even in his tired face, he had a different attraction. Although the whole situation just looked absurd, Haya just stared at him with confusion./0/44699/coverorgin.jpg?v=ed4f669fc8e006824fdfe0bf3e9bd25a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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He was never mine
Carmen was in one-sided love, and she didn't know that until she got married to Liam, her high school crush. After getting married to him, his attitude towards her changed. But Carmen stayed in the marriage and endured his inappropriate behavior towards her. However, everything changed when she met Dax, and she later found out that he was her husband's best friend. When Liam realized that there was more to Carmen and Dax's friendship, he knew for sure that he wanted Carmen all to himself./0/25881/coverorgin.jpg?v=00c41a990116754cfc96a3ab1fde98cc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Master Brian's maid
Jane lost her family when she was young, she was captured by adopters and sold to traffickers. While on the run, Jane ran into Brian, who helped her escape the traffickers. Brian hires Jane as his maid but on the other hand forces her to submit unconditionally to his requests. A week has passed, Jane has gradually adjusted to life in the Lawrence mansion. Jane is used to Brian's irritation and scolding, she will not think much and be sad about it, Jane'll spend her time making things out of shells, which Jane enjoys most in her spare time. But Brian did not let her go, he forced her to stay with him. Brian looked at Jane with a ghostly smile and said: “Take off your panties and come closer.” Jane shyly took off her panties, she slowly approached Brian's side. He saw this and ordered further: “Sit on my lap.” Jane walked over to Brian and sat on his lap. Brian looked at Jane inquiringly, he continued: “Take off your shirt.” Jane slowly unbuttoned each button on her body. Brian looked at Jane without taking his eyes off her, he pressed his face to Jane's, reached out his tongue and lightly licked her cheek. He moved his tongue skillfully and gently down Jane's small lips. Then Brian touched her most private place, he used his hand to gently massage it, causing Jane to moan softly, slowly in and out. Brian whispered in Jane's ear: "Do you like it?" Jane shook her head: "Please stop.". Brian heard Jane say that and immediately laughed out loud, he stopped for a moment and then bit her shoulder hard, causing Jane to scream in pain: “Ah…Please, stop, I was wrong.”/0/45348/coverorgin.jpg?v=5225a16db4c58c86c3625427eeacb6b9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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